A/N: Maybe slight AU, since I made Tayuya live, and I killed off Kimimaro. D:

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.



It was quiet. Everything was so still.


Tayuya kicked at a snowdrift that had piled up against a tree. She hated winter. It was so bare. So cold, and so lonely.

She rubbed her hands up and down her bare arms, creating friction for heat. She hadn't bothered to put on a jacket when she went outside. What was the point? If she stood out here in the cold long enough, let the wet snowflakes drip onto her shoulders and head and melt enough, then maybe she'd get sick and die.

Just like he did.

Kimimaro had loved winter. He loved the snow, and how everything looked when it was covered with a layer of tiny, delicate snowflakes. Everything looked new and perfect. Even the rough ground looked that way when it was covered. It was smooth, clean, perfection, like Kimimaro, himself.

Tayuya scoffed. She hated perfection. She hated the snow. She loved summer, when birds were singing and everything was green, like his eyes had been, when everything was warm, like his embraces had been.

He was the only perfection she liked.

She missed him. Because he was all the perfection she was not. She was so far from perfect. She did not act like a young lady should. She had the mouth of a sailor. But, he didn't care. He thought she was perfect.

But, he became an angel, while she stayed in this hell, and probably would move on to the next hell when she died. She wished that she was an angel, too.


A/N: This was inspired by the song Beloved by VNV Nation. If you listen to the words, you can probably guess where I picked up my inspiration. Hope you liked it. :)