Momoshiro looked at Tenkuu and stood up, his knees wobbling. Tenkuu was only a year older than him and she had always been nice to him. Even when they had both lost onee of the most imortant people in there lives, she was still able to keep her composure. Momoshiro then realized he had to do the same, to make his dad proud of him.

Wiping his eyes, his vision cleared, he forced a broad smile at Tenkuu. "Thank you, Tenkuu." This was the first time Momoshiro had ever called anyone by there first name. It felt good, and he felt oddly comfortable around Tenkuu, as he would around his mother, he knew he felt admiration for his father, but he could never tell what he thought of his mother exactly.

Roxl looked at them all. "Goodbye everyone. I will take the dead bodies to their respected villages for burial. Saruka and Jaymaru will be buried at sea. The third party farmers will become fertilizer for their crops. Any Akutsuki will be placed in the tomb that I made so many years ago." He sighed heavaly. "And Deidara? Good battle. I sense that we will become close friends again."

Kenjiro listened and sighed.He couldn't believe how many people had died from this fight.Was this a pointless struggle?I hope not.Those deaths would have all been in vain if this was,he thought,crying as he did.He quickly wiped the tears away.

"Maybe so Roxl, maybe." He continued to walk until they had faded into the mountains, their cloaks smeared with a blood and ran. But still each Akatsuki held their heads high even though each had lost something in it because they had gained something too.