A/N: Of course, I do not own Naruto, Juugo, Kimimaro, Orochimaru, blah, blah, blah, whatever. Anyway, I'm writing this story because I believe Juugo and Kimimaro had one of the sweetest, most loving relationships in the series, and their pairing doesn't get enough love. Enjoy!
Kimimaro…his name still sounds good in my ears.
He was my best friend. He was the one who could calm me down when I felt the worst. He wasn't afraid of me. He calmed me down when I was angry. He was the only human being to treat me with kindness. He was the only human being to ever treat me with love.
But he died. He died.
He sacrificed so much to be with me, to stay by my side and love me. He whored himself out for me, gave everything he had to that bastard Orochimaru so he could be with me. He always told me it was worth it. Every stolen kiss, the thrill of skin against skin…soft, sweet nothings whispered quietly in the dark, loving caresses from soft, cool fingers…
When he first became ill, he tried to hide it from me. I watched him deteriorate before my eyes, become so weak he could hardly walk. He would come to visit me on crutches, his smile turning weak. I hated watching him suffer, as this illness destroyed him, ate him away from the inside. And now he's rotting somewhere in Konoha, with no grave or anybody by his side when he died.
I will not let his story-our story- go untold. I loved him so much, and he had to go. He had to die. It was probably better that way. He doesn't suffer anymore now.
But I'm still hurting.
A/N: please review! I'll be out with chapter two…whenever.