TWIST
A radiating light exudes here.
But soon the light will fade.
Stained gold to crimson, drenched in blood.
Your blood, my blood.
The blood of our ancestors and everyone we have killed.
I used to see the light, shining happily, warming everything in sight.
The light is gone now, Nisaan.
I can't feel it's warmth.
It used to shine, even on you.
Even on my tainted soul.
But I killed the sun, Nisaan.
I killed the light.
You said I could be tainted any colour but you are wrong.
I was always tainted black.
The sun still shone through, though.
Proudly giving it's light.
I stained the sun red, Nisaan.
I stained it a fading crimson.
And, don't you know, it's all your fault?
You killed me, Nisaan, you spilled all my blood.
A blood that cannot be replaced and now it's falling and splattering and I can smell it, Nisaan.
I can smell it and see it staining everything crimson.
The sun, the Sakura trees, the scarecrows in the feilds.
Everything is tainted crimson and yet you beg me?
You beg my human side but it no longer exists.
You killed it, Nisaan, you killed it in cold blood and it's all your doing.
Why yes, I have gone mad.
Why yes, I am insane.
Does it hurt, Nisaan?
Is it painful?
I hope it is.
I pray it is.
If it is not, I will make it so.
I will twist the knife narder, plunge it deeper, rip out your heart and watch you wither.
You don't believe me?
You don't believe this is me?
Of course you do.
You must.
After all, I am your creation.
You created me, Nisaan.
You moulded me into who I am and yet you do not believe?
I will plunge the knife deeper, twist it harder.
Do you understand now, Nisaan?
You created me.
You shaped my very being yet you are displeased?
Then, by all means, be displeased.
Suffer under the monster you created.
Witness the insanity you placed within my heart.
Insanity that has taken root deeper than anything I have ever felt.
Fight back, Nisaan, this is no fun.
I kept you alive for a reason.
Take the knife, grip it tight, drive it into my chest.
Twist the blade harder, plunge the knife deeper.
I will do the same.
Watch the physical manifestation of my pain.
Watch as I grin because this is nothing compared to the pain I feel yet you grimace and scream and writhe in pain.
I watch you wither but it is not over.
Plunge the knife deeper, twist it harder.
Make my blood spill, I am waiting.
You are fading and I watch your heart slow.
I want to see it stop, Nisaan.
Twist the blade harder, plunge the blade deeper as I rip out your heart and watch it slow.
It beat in my hand, blood flowing freely, arteries disappearing inside your chest.
Plunge the knife deper, twist the blade harder, Nisaan, my heart is almost still.
Twist the blade harder, Nisaan, plunge the blade deeper.
My heart it still, and so is yours.
Your eyes, unseeing, stare at me, still horrified of what I become.
Horrified of what you've made me.
I fall beside you and I smile, dead.
This is my future, Nisaan.
Are you still in agony?
I hope you are, Nisaan, you still cannot feel my pain.
Rot in hell, dear sweet Nisaan.
I will torture you for eternity.
And maybe, eventually, you will feel my pain.
AU: My god I'm morbid. I don't own Naruto.
Inspired by the fic:
Hit Me
By: TheFutureFreaksMeOut
Forgive any spelling mistakes! I have no beta!
