The darkness enveloped the entire village, the bright lights of the village shined brightly. The sky was clear and a host to millions and millions of bright white stars that danced within the sky for what appeared to be miles. The light cool summer air blew through the valley that housed Konohagakure. The Konohagakure Cemetery known to all within the village as a sacred place. The location housed many burial plots of it's villagers, either to death because of natural causes or even to the often worst of dying in the line of duty. Today was a somber day for most, especially for the man whom stood at the entrance to the area, next to the right of the sculpture at the entrance. He stood with his hands in his pockets, his hair blowing gently with the gust of wind that blew in off the mountains to the west.
The man was clad in some black shorts, and a black shirt that carried the Uchiha clan symbol embroider across the back, complete with open toe sandals. He breathed in deeply and slowly exhaled. It's been thirteen years to the day, today. In the beginning shortly after the war would come here every night with a flask of sake and just sit by the grave of his mother and father and drink himself into a stupor. He would often times pass out asleep once upon a time at there grave. His chest heavy with pain, that hollow feeling of emptiness that no matter how much he tried to find solace in the bottom of that flask, it was only temporarily masking the inevitable. That no matter how much he tried to run from the reality he couldn't. In the beginning Seto thought of ending his life as a shinobi. The fact he stood here and was staring exactly at the location where they are buried, the feelings came rushing back as if it was yesterday. He could almost see himself now within his memories doing the most destructive behavior someone can do who is racked with grieving. His eyelids slightly lowered from the pending sadness that still hits him.
He recalled how he sat here one night of one of the many nights he came here, knelt down in front of there grave with an kunai in his right hand. The hand trembling, the flask spilled out onto the ground. He thought that committing Jigai would allow it all to end. As he brought the kunai up to his neck, Seto forcibly closed his own eyes as he recalled the events with clear detail as if it happened yesterday. He slowly opened his eyes as they again rested at that half open mark. He spent most of his days now hiding these emotions from the world and others. And, on the anniversary of the day he can come here alone and express it. Let out all of the hiding, the feelings. Over the years it got easier to manage but he knew within his heart it will never go away. It may get easier, but that feeling will never leave. He raised his right hand up from his side and rested it on his chest where his heart was. It hurt here, it felt like a cringing pain that never dulled. Just ached and ached and ached and no amount of drinking, training or anything he does helps. He was ashamed of these feelings, scared to show it to others. He felt it made him weak, and he was weak that day. He couldn't save them.
Damn. I can't even remember your faces, the sound of your voices. I feel even more shame for that.
In his left hand was flowers in vase, tiger lilies to be exact. His mothers favorite flowers. Seto stopped coming here everyday like he used too about seven years ago, as he finally came to terms with he needed to stop tormenting himself the way he did. He was never gonna be the same as he once was if he didn't come to terms with reality. The reality of the life they live. The truth of it and how this isn't honoring his mother or father. That was a bitter pill to swallow. The fact he came here alone and most who knew him kept a distance from him. He just had this aura of sadness that wafted from him with such intensity it was unnerving to others. Seto felt it too cause it was coming from him. He slowly lowered his head toward the grass in front of him adverting the gaze he had on the tombstone for his mother and father. Buried next to each other something in there will they had established. He could feel the tears slowly staring to form at the corners of his eyes, the tear-ducks giving way to small streaks dancing down the sides of his cheeks. He didn't bawl like an uncontrollable child like he used to. It was just the sudden release of all that build up from walking around stuffing down deep within his core something he has come to terms with but, not fully.
They say some people never get over it. He wondered if that may be his fate. He finally mustered up the courage now to walk forward now, being careful to respect the graves of others by walking the pathways around others buried as he felt it was very disrespectful to walk over a grave. As he came within two meters of the grave he stopped, his eyes traveling down to the neat itching in the dark marble colored grave of Uchiha, Koji on the right side and on the left side was Uchiha, Ami. The Uchiha clan symbol was carved into the grave too. Seto lowered his body down onto his knees just looking at the names. He would sit down the vase down on the right of his mother's name. As his right index finger rested on the engraving of his mother brushing against it slightly. He would then move the hand over to his fathers name doing the same tracing. He would then lower his head in a bow of respect. He would rest it in that position for a couple minutes as the wind blew through his hair. He would do something he hasn't done in a long time, reaching into his pocket he pulled out a silver flask, unscrewing the cap and bringing it to his lips, he took a big gulp from the flask as the contents drained into his throat, creating a warm sensation in his chest. He would then screw the cap closed and placed the flask down onto his fathers part of the grave. He sat there for a moment as he just closed his eyes, he hated drinking because of the feelings he would experience when intoxicated. He would begin to speak out loud as if they were there though in a low whisper, his eyes still remaining the same as when he entered the area.
"Two years ago, I became an Jinchuuriki as well as Jonin. It's been a long road since you left. I know you would not like seeing me like this. But, had our roles been reversed you'd likely be doing the same thing as me. I apologize for not visiting more often but, I am sure you understand. Nope, mother I haven't settled down and had children yet. I want too but I don't know if I want to bring a child into this world we live in. Love is great and love for a child is even greater. But, after experiencing this I would not want my child to experience it. I was close to never recovering. There is no promise my children would be able to do the same. I hope you forgive me mother for feeling that way. Father, you were bold and hot headed like I am now. The Uchiha clan is still separated of course, and I know that was something that bothered you to the core of your very being. That was your motivation and I am trying to still figure out a way to fix something that has been that way long before even you were alive."
The wind blew again as Seto became silent, as he just now wanted to sit in silence with them. He would love to hear their voice again, he never kept pictures of them because Seto was once an children with those rose colored glasses on knowing nothing at all. He never thought that far ahead despite now knowing how cold the world really is.