A/N: Ma, ma...I seem to enjoy writing depressing stuffs, ne? Lyrics are from Platinum Girl, by The Dope Stars Inc.

I don't own Naruto.

{{You're pure platinum}}

Why?

Why?!

WHY?!

Because he's dead inside.

His soul is gone, fled with the last shred of sanity in once-warm navy-onyx eyes.

Eyes that can't see beyond a blind of hate and rage.

They rake the ground, taking in the spilt puddles of blood there, the weapons lying strewn about like so many child's toys, the bodies.

And he doesn't feel. Not anymore.

Emotions are a weakness.

Weakness.

WEAKNESS.

I'm weak.

Weak.

Too WEAK.


He closes his eyes, the hot, stale wind blowing his hair back and whipping his clothes into streaks of color against a red and gray sky.

With the breeze comes the scent of metal, of fire, of smoke, of death.

Their deaths are the only ones that can even come close to affecting him now.

{{You're pure platinum to me}}

Blonde hair, once spiked, now limp and blood-soaked.

A mask, now shredded, along with its owner's face.

Sightless green eyes, once vibrant, once alive, now dull and empty.

Like his heart.

And as the weight of his actions, the destruction he's wrought, the lives he's taken, settles on him, Sasuke begins to scream. {{You're more than I ever dreamt to be}}