Don't own Naruto. YAY.
Our small group keeps getting smaller. I see how some of us are broken, even more than how we were when we first landed here.
Everybody acts like they don't care about what happens but everyone is still here.
You and him, yeah.
You always seem to care about each other in a way that makes me think like there's no room for doubt.
I couldn't know it, cause even when he was still here, we could never stop fighting. I think neither of us wanted to give in and right now, sometimes, I wish I would have. But that was just who we were, you know? So different yet so alike.
In the very end I don't regret anything. If I would've had it my way then it would've never last, if he had gotten it his way it wouldn't have either. He failed to see that.
You, whatsoever, have no thought for the things we fought about. I doubt you ever have a thought about anyone in here. All of us are here for our own selfish reasons and whether we might not be any close to achieve them we don't bond or mingle, a waste of time and effort and I'm pretty sure they all wish we could just kill each other, I know I do.
But you and him. I guess he respects you, right? I don't know why, even if I shouldn't I think too high of you. And even of him for being with you.
Saying I'm intrigued would be an understatement. Saying that I like you would be one as well.
I don't love you though I'd love to share a big bang of feeling with you.
I bet your touches would be near as cold as those Sasori gave me, if maybe only because of his body, because I know he still loves me. I fail to comprehend that.
You look at me. Your eyes reflect only darkness, I'm drowning in them. You turn around unfazed, I refuse to stop staring.
The clay in my hand feels warmer, I wonder if you enjoy explosions as much as I do? I peg you to be a fan of disaster.
I think you would've understood my danna. After all, you got those deathly beautiful eyes by killing someone important, some you loved… I wonder how is it that you feel when you remember him. I think that spare moment when you could feel your blood boil and your power increasing is enough of a good memory that pays off for everything you left behind.
I'm curious to know… if you really fear yourself enough to not cut loose the last of those bonds or if you're just playing around… I will love to see that ephemeral moment in which you become utterly free… whether it is your hands that are drenched in his blood or his with yours, I have a feeling it would be beautiful.
Inwardly I look down. I stare at my hand, another bird, I close my palm and watch as the soft material turns to nothing again… beautiful… I have very low patience, you see, so sitting here doing nothing but wait, begins to feel uncomfortable.
I need to get out before I kill Tobi. I came to the conclusion that if there's someone I can kill without it disrupting our faint or more so, inexistent, equilibrium, that it's him… only Zetsu will miss him and I can bet my arm that he'd eat his remains anyway.
I steal a last glance at you, Kisame looks at me like he wanted me dead, you have this unreadable look on you. I wish I could touch your face and your lips, if only to make sure they're real.
I begin to walk out, no one stops me, good, that means we have more time than I thought.
Having done my part of the task leaves me this unexplainable hurt in my chest. I have nothing else to look forward to without having to depend on the other assholes (sadly including you) for whatever to pass the time or fulfill our goal. Will the wait ever end? I doubt it. I finally am outside and check the figure in my hand, a shark? I will enjoy seeing this one go off, yeah.
This is totally un-betaed.
It just popped into my head while trying to keep myself from banging my head in the desk at the social service activity thingy…