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To change the wrongs
I think... there are time when I want the past.
Before pain, before suffering, a change of history.
Is it wrong? To want to change the past?
Rewriting history, changing the pattern fate as made?
Is it really wrong?
I wonder.
I hope.
I wish.
I desire... But I can't.
None can... they are lost... And so am I.
I might be found one day.
but... then again... I might not want to be...
... Things never change now. No one knows about me, not that they want to. A weird man that shows up time to time. A man that doesn't say a thing, just stares. I can hear them whisper behind my back. I can feel them point behind me. I don't care. I stopped caring along time ago. I think I've heard them call me a sick-child-lusting-pervert once... It must have been because of all the time I spend staring at the children. Heh, now that I think about it... I can understand where that came from. It must look weird, stepping outside your house to call to your children to see a 30-ish old man staring at your child in a very focused fashion. Ugh, now I've gotten myself freaked. Oh well, those children... they remind me of them... those young lives so long ago. I still go visit them... but always at the dead of night. I can't let anyone see me. I don't know if they've been punished for what they did or what, but I can't think of any punishment that could recount for their sins. Only a fool thinks death is a fitting sentence, because it's not. Taking life to receive justice for the lost life of another isn't justice at all. It's a easy way out of pain, the weaklings way out. No, death wouldn't help. And there is only so a town can suffer before it needs to work again. But what do I care? Like I said, I stopped caring along time ago. I wonder, what would happen if I went back? Back to those people who stole such innocent lives without a care? Would they cry, and regret what they did? Would they yell and try to finish what they started so long ago? Would they even care? Heh, I doubt most of them would receive me with open arms. And I'm not sure that they would even know it's me. Hell, there are days when I wake up and I don't know if it's me or not. How are they to know it's me when I don't myself? Feh, enough thought along this track. The last thing I need these freaks to see is me bursting into tears. They'd most likely rush all the kids into a house while they try to beat me into a bloody mess. Note the word try, I really doubt any of them have the skills to beat me...
" ... Mister?" A young girl snaps me from my daze. She looks about 5-ish. I look down at her. She looks confused.
" Hm?" I girl kinda jumps now that she knows that she as my attention. I don't think she was actually trying to get me to see her. Now she looks scared and looks back over her shoulder. I can see about four more kids about her age looking just as scared, if not more.
" Um... why do you always just stare at us? It's kinda of scaring us and we want you to stop, um, please?" The way she sounded made it seem like she was trying to talk a king out of killing everyone in the kingdom. Like telling me not to do something, but changing it at the last moment to a request. It's kinda cute really. But then again, I think she really meant it. I guess I better humor them before they call the whole town after me...
" OK, wouldn't want to stop you from have fun now. Bye." I said as I walked away. I could tell that those kids are happy that I'm leaving now. I guess I better hit the road again soon. This town is getting fed up with me. Maybe I should go visit the others... It as been awhile and I'm not too far from the spot were they rest... Yeah, I'll go. But this brings up the questions of weather or not I should go in to that place and if the people there have been punished. Perhaps I can go when it's the dead of night and just go talk to the old man... or lady, I'm not sure, I think I heard people talking about their being a new Hokage because the old man died or something... Oh well, once again, it's not important. Hmmm, I don't like the way that lady is looking at me... She must be the mom of one of those kids over there... Hff, whatever, I'm going to bed before I leave... But I still don't like that look... I better be careful, I have a bad feeling about tonight.
Inside a house three people watch as the man with shoulder length silver-ish gray hair walked by, unware that they were there. They turn to look as the door opened and a lady with a little girl walk in.
" Did you see him?" The lady asks quitely. The little girl grips her mother's hand tightly.
" Yeah, you want us to kill him?" One says, cracking his knuckles. The lady sighs.
" If that's what it'll take to get him to stay away from this town or good, then yes, kill him. But remember, as long as you guys get him to go away then it's OK." The lady tells the three.
" ...Fine." Another one says, standing up. A hand grabs the standing ones arm and keeps him from leaving. The standing one looks that the owner of the hand. He is thinking carefully.
" Wait, I think I've seen him somewhere before. I know I have..." He says. The man who spoke first laughs.
" Well if you can't remember him then he must not be someone that matters, lets go!" He says as he stands up. The third man rubs his head.
" You must be right, sorry, lets go." He says, and as they leave, a silver piece of metal shines in the light and you can see the emblem of a leaf in the middle of it.
The moon, the sliver orb that hangs in the sky... Great beauty, yet it holds a sadness, perhaps that is caused by the fact that the sun and earth force it to always change, never letting it be beautiful orb in the sky that it should be... Then there are the stars that always shine when they can, trying to take the moon's beauty whenever it doesn't shine bright enough. The stars that think they shine brighter because they are more in number, making the moon alone... Yes, that is it's sadness, loneliness. This emotion can cause the most pain, I've seen it. It caused the pain that I could only dream about in my darkest nightmares. But I better get going if I want to reach the grove my tomorrow's dusk...
Me: HA! I finally got around to writing the second part! I'll try to keep this story up to the standards I made with the other story, which is about 2nd grade level... But that's not important right now, heh... If you have ideas let me know and I'll try to work with them, but please don't give me stuff like Naruto and the others rose from their graves only to tell the villgeres that they forgive them and they all spend the rest of their days living in a peaceful world of bunnies and clouds because if you do then I'll be forced to kill you slowly.... But I'm sorry that it's short, I have to work on making longer chaps... but at least your not suck reading for 5 hours of something...
Kohiro: What's with the moon crap at the end? Yawns loudly
Me: anger sign on forehead Forgive my new muse, Kohiro's the muse of my blunt side.
Raina: You have more then one side?! really surprised
Me: sweatdrops Raina here is the muse of my emotional side... turns around and sees Raina waving like crazy She needs help...
Ai: So do you and before the authoress can say, I'm Ai the muse of her cruel/uncaring/morbid side.
Me: And least she speaks her mind... Oh well, please review and be nice!
All muses: OR NOT!