Hate
Disclaimer: Do not own Naruto, or any of its characters.
Summary: Thoughts of a tortured soul, laments of a broken child.
Their walking around, like insignificant ants, scurrying around and gathering supplies and such, a constant routine that seems to be soothing sometimes, yet can grate even the hardiest nerves on others.
I feel their eyes on me, watching me as I move through them, some are filled with idolism, others lust, some are friendly, others brim with jealousy, and there are some overflowing with hate.
It's those eyes I feel most comfortable with; I understand hate, as I myself am hateful. I too brim with it, sometimes it spills over and flows out, touching those around me, and tingeing them with its ugly, but mesmerising, colour. Sometimes I feel I can touch it, feel its searing heat, drown in it as it rolls over me, a sea of fire, burning and raging against the gentler emotions around it, crashing against them like the sea as it batters a rock, wearing it down slowly but surely, until there is nothing left. Nothing but hate.
I am hate; I have lived with it as my companion ever since I lost my family, my home. It is now my family, it fills my home. As other children had their hair ruffled by their fathers, I was fighting with it, as mothers kissed bruised knees, I was bleeding it. Everything I touch has my hateful mark on it; every scent I smell is saturated with it, every sight I see is filled with it, and every sound I hear contains its deep rumble.
I hate him. I hate him for killing our family, for making me what I am, I wish he had killed me too, but he was 'merciful'. He can take his mercy and shove it up his arse! If…when I get my hands on him, I will show no mercy, hate will guide my hand. I will become an instrument of hate, a tool for its use. I will make him bleed till the hate has filled him and replaced the warm liquid, I will make him scream till hate is the only sound he can make, I will tear him limb from limb till not even hate can sew him back together. I will make him regret ever giving me over to it.
"Sasuke, are you deaf! Kakashi-sensei is going to be there before us."
I watch quietly as Naruto runs ahead, calling for Sakura to slow down.
I hate them. I hate how they are always smiling, I hate how their laughter drowns out my companion, I hate how they encourage me, I hate how they stand up for me, I hate how they trust me…..but most of all…..absolutely most of all….
I hate how they make me want to change, to smile, to laugh, to protect, to trust…..to love.
Hate is leaving me, and I'm left with nothing.
Because I don't know how to love.
The End.
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