Naruto: Vengeance

The waves crashed below, white foam painting jagged rock.Above, on a lonely cliff, two figures stood in silence.

Naruto didn't turn when she approached.

He already knew it was her.

Konan.

The Angel of Rain.

Or maybe not anymore.

Maybe just… Konan.

"Why are you here?" he asked, voice low.

"To talk."

"There's nothing left to say."

She walked until she was beside him, not touching, not close—just near enough that he could feel her presence again.

The silence stretched.

Then he said it.

Flat. Cold. Final.

"You're still under the influence of the Sharingan."

Konan's breath caught.

So he continued.

"I used Kotoamatsukami on you. Maybe not at full strength. But it was enough. You've been with me ever since. Loyal. Obedient. Devoted."

His voice tightened.

"But not real."

Konan looked out to the sea. Her eyes, usually steel, shimmered in the moonlight.

"Maybe," she whispered.

Naruto's head snapped toward her.

"You admit it?"

She didn't flinch.

"I admit I don't know when I stopped being under it. Or if I ever was."

His chakra flared. "Then—"

"But," she interrupted gently, "I'm still here. Every morning, I wake up and I choose you. Not because of a jutsu. Not because of a command. Because I want to."

Naruto turned away.

Konan stepped forward. Just one step.

"I gave up everything, Naruto. My village. My past. My gods."

Her voice cracked.

"I'm not here because of a jutsu. I'm here because I believe in you."

Naruto's fists clenched.

"You don't know me."

"I do," she whispered.

He looked at her then. Really looked.

Her face was pale. Her eyes tired. Her lip slightly trembling.

She wasn't an angel anymore.

She wasn't a tool.

She was a woman, standing at the edge of the world with a man who had broken her will—and who she still refused to leave.

"You bled me," she said. "With your Sharingan. With your silence. With your pain."

She stepped closer. Her fingers brushed his.

"But I bleed for you now."

Naruto didn't speak.

He didn't move.

And yet—

Something shifted.

He reached forward.

Touched her hair.

Not like a command.

Like… he remembered something.

Someone.

"I don't deserve this," he said softly.

"Neither do I," Konan answered.

They didn't kiss.

There was no confession. No vow.

Only silence.

And the crashing of waves.

And the quiet, aching bond between two people who had nothing left—

Except each other.