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A dying love (Rock Lee x [M] Reader)

《THE ART IS NOT MINE! CREDIT TO THE ORIGINAL ARTIST. Anyways, this is an angst (wooo) and is just a little something that will be short and sad since I haven't uploaded any of my books. And this chapter has death don't like, please don't read. But anyways, here you all go. Please enjoy!》

As (M/N) looked around at the battle field infront of him, seeing the corpses of his friends and fellow shinobi and kunoichi. The (H/C) male eagerly looked around for his teammate, Rock Lee. A fellow chunin and villager of Konohagakure.

The sensory type shinobi tried his hardest to look for the black haired ninjas chakra in a sea of other jumbled, mixed up, Chakras. After a solid five minutes, he felt a weak Chakra source coming from the pile of rocks (My manz be pulling an Obito) and instantly ran towards it. Throwing and removing the pile of rocks that was buried on him.He saw a face so familiar to him, a comforting face who helped him through all the horrid and wretched times, now bleeding and full of despair. (My favorite word is despair, no idea why and I might include it in every angst I do) "LEE!" The maled cried out removing the last rocks on the others body.

"Didn't think...I'd die like this...A bit, anticlimactic..don't you think?" The ravenett haired chunin choked out with blood trailing down his tanned skin. A mess of his once beige skin, tanned from all the training in the sun he used to do. "I'm sorry...I didn't last to help win the war...Forgive me my youthful friend. Win the war for me, for Konoha, ok (M/N)?" He sadly looked at (M/N), knowing it would be his last time looking at the (S/C) male, tanned from all the training in the sun he used to do. "I'm sorry...I didn't last to help win the war...Forgive me my youthful friend. Win the war for me, for Konoha, ok (M/N)?" He sadly looked at (M/N), knowing it would be his last time looking at the (S/C) male.

Before (M/N) could even try to call someone over to help with Lee's wounds, he died in his arms. His eyes were glassy and cold. There were tears forming around the corner of them, almost daring to spill out.

But (M/N)'s tears didn't hesitate to spill out, he choked out a sob holding the male tightly. Just like when he was alive, when they were just genin who didn't know better. Just simple minded children who played in the sun after school until nightfall. When everything wasn't so complicated and horrid. It took almost three chunin to get (M/N) to let go of his companion. He didn't want to believe that he was dead, he won't belive that he was dead. Rock Lee couldn't die now, he had- has so many ambitions in life! He wants to be the best Taijutsu users in the world. He wanted- wants to prove that you don't have to have Ninjutsu of Genjutsu to be a ninja.

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It's been almost four months and (M/N) still can't get over what happened to him, (M/N) should have done something, but what could he do? He couldn't have done much, he wasn't around to anything. That's the problem right there, he should have something, anything really, to prevent this. He wasn't there for his partner in crime and look what happened, he's now six feet under. His body covered in wounds and dirt, slowly decomposing. Life wasn't the same without him, everything became dull, food lost its taste, and (M/N) couldn't even capable of starting the first step of the grieving process. He couldn't even remember when there wasn't a memory that didn't include Rock Lee in it. He couldn't begin to heal, not one bit.

《Oof, haven't updated in awhile, this is just a shit post if anything. I'm almost finished with a Sasori x [M] Reader, so that will be put shortly. Welp everyone knows the drill, vote, add this to your library, and comment on what you want next. And I'll see you in the next chapter!》