A few hours later.
Naruto finished his breakfast, a bright smile on his face, an expression of happiness painted all over it, he felt… alive again, unique in the world.
The boy lightly pushed the bowl of delicious soup on the new little table, "Hmph… delicious," he couldn't help but say, "It's already a bit late, I overslept, hehehe," he slightly scratched the back of his neck.
He hummed a little tune, moving his head from side to side, almost ignoring the slight pain from the wound healing rapidly on his stomach. He felt that this little wound was nothing compared to how good he felt.
Naruto looked around his room, a beautiful new bed, a new table, a refrigerator full of delicious things, he let out a light sigh, sat up straight in his chair, "He didn't tell me his name," he remembered the man who had visited him yesterday and introduced himself as his caretaker.
"Hehehe, no matter, I can just call him Big Brother or bro."
His old little eye bags, despite his age, had disappeared with just one night of sleep. The old sadness he hid under a mask of toughness, cheerfulness, and almost mischief had almost evaporated with a simple gesture.
Knock Knock
The sound at his door was like a beautiful melodious sound to Naruto, he jumped from his chair, ran quickly, and with great excitement opened the door.
However, the person he expected to see, a man with slightly long hair, bright eyes, a calm gaze, and a terrifying tranquility was not there. Instead, there was an Anbu ninja with a strange mask.
"Put this on, the funeral for Miss Kurenai Yui will soon take place," the Anbu ninja handed him a set of neatly folded black clothes.
Naruto's eyes shone faintly, the smile on his face vanished, his hands extended almost instinctively, and lowering his head slightly, he received the black clothes before the door closed coldly and almost silently.
"Big Brother, Where are you?" Naruto wondered, unconsciously acknowledging that his heart had been filled with such expectation that… he really hoped to see that calm face appear when he opened the door.
However, he still shook his head, went to his bed, and began changing his clothes.
...
At the Konoha cemetery.
"Sir Devan, we've already buried the boy Altair, it's a pity you couldn't be present, well… in fact, no one was present," A Genin at the main gate of the cemetery received Devan.
"I understand, sometimes the world is simply cruel, now please, let's go to the morgue, we have to prepare Kurenai's corpse for the funeral, Lord Hokage is waiting..." the necromancer spoke with determination before being guided by the Genin to the morgue.
For some reason, the sky today was covered with black clouds heavy with rain about to be released. Devan felt a slight comfortable chill hitting his face as he walked, the air was certainly more pleasant today than on other days.
He quickly arrived at the morgue and went in. On one of the many stretchers, covered by a white sheet, lay Kurenai Yui's corpse.
Devan didn't hesitate, he calmly walked to that stretcher, lifted the white sheet slightly, and looked at the beautiful girl now with extremely pale skin.
Her expression was… to some extent, sweet, although there was a rope mark on her neck. Her body lay perfectly relaxed, as if she had found peace before passing away.
"It's impossible that a Konoha ninja could be so affected by a simple heartbreak," Devan repeated the words he had heard from a Jounin while walking through Konoha not long ago.
He narrowed his eyes, he truly believed that, "Did it affect you so much that I rejected you? Hmph, I think I did it a couple of times, Do you remember? I rejected you a couple of times, I even did it colder those times, and you always tried again, Why now you?..." Devan spoke as if Kurenai could still hear him.
Knock Knock
A knock on the door interrupted Devan's conversation with Kurenai's corpse. He narrowed his eyes and, almost with some annoyance, said, "It's open, come in!!" The door then opened, and a familiar face walked in calmly, closing the door behind him.
"Kakashi," Devan sighed as he looked at him out of the corner of his eye. "Hello, Devan, I came to work," the white-haired ninja said, though even he didn't believe his own words.
Kakashi quickly put on his gloves, grabbed some makeup, and was about to get to work preparing the corpse.
"Kakashi..." the necromancer spoke, interrupting his companion's actions. He stopped what he was doing, with a "Eh?" turned his head to look at the necromancer.
"A ninja shouldn't be affected so much by a heartbreak, or well, that's what the others in the village say..." Devan said, looking at his companion's only visible eye.
However, Kakashi let out a slight snort, obviously not agreeing with that statement, "I don't think so..." his voice was slightly deep, "I knew someone who would do everything for love, died for love, lived for love, and surpassed himself, he even went so far as to become my friend, only because of love."
Kakashi smiled slightly beneath his cloth mask, he raised his head to look at the ceiling, "There are ninjas who would do anything for love, and I think Kurenai was one of them, it's… well, at the end of the day, a pity, Don't you think?" He seemed calm, however, only Devan knew the pain his companion felt at that moment.
But the necromancer didn't agree, he knew Kurenai better than Kakashi, he had spent much time with her, she had saved him from being killed many times, just as he had saved her many times, and although all that was now memories, he still knew Kurenai's character.
"She wouldn't just commit suicide because I rejected her, that's not her style..." Devan thought, but he still nodded at Kakashi's words, with an "I understand" from him, both set to work preparing the corpse for the funeral.
A few hours later at the center of Konoha's cemetery.
"We are gathered here today to bid a final farewell to the one who in life was… Kurenai Yui..." the Jounin ninja in charge of the funeral began his speech.
There were more than twenty ninjas standing in formation, and some children, probably children of ninjas, standing in a line, among them was Naruto.
Among the ninjas there were many sad faces, some more familiar, like Asuma Sarutobi, expressed their grief with tears quietly escaping from their eyes. Some of Kurenai's comrades cried in silence, but in general the atmosphere was solemn and sad.
Despite being daytime, the clouds covered most of the sky, and the cold wind hit everyone's faces. Naruto at the front, however, was confused.
The boy looked at the Jounin ninja giving his speech, he didn't understand why he was here or why he had been called, even so, timidly he searched for Devan's figure somewhere.
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