𝑯𝑨𝑳𝑪𝒀𝑶𝑵 𝑶𝑩𝑳𝑰𝑽𝑰𝑶𝑵 •𝒃𝒙𝒃•

Alone no longer ~ Age 13

AN: I'm back! Sorry for not updating for a few days, I lost inspiration for a bit! But, fear not! I will never abandon this story!
This chapter is a bit shorter.

He visited Kakashi every day after that.

Most of the time, they'd just sit in silence and watch the wind ruffle the curtains. Petals would still fly in and lightly glide over the tiled floor, their bright colours reaching the edge of the bed. Some of them would even fall atop the covers, but Aizen would have no will to touch them.

The loss was still fresh in his heart.

The piece that was missing would forever be lost.

That part of him would forever remain hollow with nothing being able to fill in the void Obito left behind.

In moments like those, when his mind wandered far, far away, a warm hand would take his own and he would feel grounded again. That lone, onyx eye would be looking at him with unrestrained worry and Aizen would just smile at him. He'd smile in hopes of lessening the pain Kakashi felt. But, that only seemed to make things worse.

The other boy's grip would grow tight and his expression would go soft. There was that raw kind of vulnerability that he would show only in Aizen's presence. He'd bite his lip, sometimes even to the point of making it bleed, and Aizen would feel even more guilty.

He'd wipe the small beads of blood away and the forced smile would be back.

Kakashi would lean into his touch, his lone eye slipping shut, and Aizen would will the harsh drums of his heart away.

It wasn't fair.

_

The moment Rin looked at him, she broke down.

Her thin arms had wrapped around him and she held on for dear life. Her fingers had dug into his back as perpetual apologies left her lips. Her tears had stained the front of his shirt as he held her in his arms.

He'd whisper that it was all right, that there was no need for her to apologise.

She'd sob out her weaknesses and her inability to save Obito.

He'd pressed his lips onto her temple, his tears mixing in with her own. She was a quivering mess in his arms, her shoulders violently trembling with each whimper that left her lips.

Aizen said nothing, he just held her in his arms and yearned for her pain to disappear along with his own.

That was just wishful thinking.

_

Konoha and Iwa had signed a peace treaty.

But that didn't make things better.

There may not be more wars between them, but the consequences remained.

All the people that died in that pointless war won't be coming back.

They were gone. Dead. And most of them not even buried.

Their corpses were left to rot on the fields that were covered in blood.

_

It was late at night, probably midnight at that point, and Aizen stood at his balcony, overlooking the village. The nights had grown warmer as summer began. Only little of the cherry blossom trees remained.

The giant cherry tree was the first one to lose its blossoms.

Aizen had mustered up the courage to visit it a while ago, but he wasn't greeted by the light pink blossoms. No. He was greeted by dry ones which covered the ground beneath the tree.