Hinata's POV
I was dying. I knew it. I would never see my friends or family again. I coughed up blood, and looked up to see the dead Sound shinobi a few yards away. He had weakened me, and as I was fighting back, full force, he got me from behind. I killed him, but he obviously didn't want to die alone. He stabbed me with a poison-filled kunai. I would be dead in less than ten minutes. I thought of all my friends, and how I came to know them.
Kiba-kun... Before we became a team, I always thought of him as wild, carefree. He was so nice, and always spoke his mind. He had always been by my side, no matter what the situation. He was my best friend. I'll miss him... I had met him when we were five, Akamaru had run away and I found him in the park.
Shino-kun, even though you had creeped me out a little, you always knew what to say and when to say it. I knew about you throughout the academy, but was always a little intimidated by you. I met him on a training day, Iruka-sensei had paired us up as sparring partners. Whenever I was troubled, you would say something that would help me through the rough times.
Ino-san, you might've been a bit... self-absorbed, but you were a good friend who always knew what to do. You had always told me to forget my shyness and find a nice boyfriend. Now here I am, lying in a pool of my own blood, wishing I had taken your advice. I remember the day we met, my sister and I had come to pick out flowers for Okaasan.
TenTen-san, you were always so kind, and I hope you can make Neji-nii-san happy. I remember him introducing me to you, you were at the compound for a sparring match with Neji-nii-san.
Sakura-san, I had always envied you because of your beauty and popularity. But in time I had become your friend, and I'm glad for that. Ino had introduced me to you, you were just like me, shy. You were blushing when you met me and the other girls.
Sasuke-san, you were never really a friend, but you were an inspiration. You were one of the strongest people I have ever known, don't waste your talent on revenge.
Neji-nii-san, You and I have gotten on better terms, haven't we? I'm sorry it will all go to waste. Live a happy life with TenTen.
Lee-san, I never really knew you well. But you were always so optimistic. You always told yourself you could do it while I was self-pitying all the time.
Shikamaru-san, you were a good friend, no matter how little I saw of you. No matter how lazy you were, you always had good advice.
Kurenai-sensei, thank you for everything. You were always like my second mother. That's all I can think of at the moment...
Chouji-san, even though I never really was good friends with you, you were nice to everyone. Thank you.
Tsunade-sama, thank you for teaching me all those medical techniques, although I'm afraid they won't be put to much use...
Shizune-san, you and Tsunade-sama taught me a lot of medical techniques. You were always like an aunt, sometimes even like a big sister.
I closed my eyes. My mind was slowly shutting down. I had said goodbye to everyone, except for one person... My mind was fogging up. Who was it? He had blond hair... crystal blue eyes, and whisker-like birthmarks on both cheeks.
"N-naruto-kun..." I breathed out. He had always been a dense, loudmouth knucklehead, but I loved him anyway. I never admitted my feelings, and now he would never know. That would be something I would regret forever. I knew about the Kyuubi. I had always known there was something special about him. I laughed bitterly as I heard shouting in the distance. It was my team. Naruto, Sakura, Kiba, and Ino. To think this was the result of a simple retrieval mission. My breathing slowed, and I took in my final breath. Maybe we would meet again... someday... I closed my eyes, never to open them again, and whispered my final words.
"Aishiteru, Naruto-kun..."
A/N: Out of all the things I could've written for my first one-shot, I chose this. I thought It sucked, personally.
For all of you that didn't know, Aishiteru means I love you in Japanese.
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Tsuki M. Uchiha
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