Fuck life.
There's a knife digging into my flesh but it, and everything else doesn't seem to matter. I'm carving to the bone, but the blood doesn't come out. The flesh knits itself back together before it can even bleed and only the pain is left, hollow and empty. Just like my heart.
Fuck the Village.
She's yelling at me, begging me to stop, but I take another drag and swallow another shot. She screams, says she'll dump me, but I don't as much as blink as alcohol runs through my system. She screeches once more; I think she just went through with her threat, but it doesn't matter anymore. I gave my all to her, to this village, and for what? A bastard that goes and kills himself, and a bitch that can't leave me alone…
Fuck them all.
They say I should stop; say it's destroying my life. That it'll kill me, and that I was betraying them. That I should hang onto life because it left them with a lighter conscience, as if it made everything better. Just so that they didn't have to blame themselves but I could still blame them.
Fuck the World.
The fox is staring at me through the bars but it remains silent and doesn't speak. It doesn't need to. For once, I am actually grateful for its presence. It understands, and it doesn't question. I wander through the bars and slump next to it, resting in its fur and it doesn't move. What are words to beings who can only speak through destruction?
Fuck me.
Those cloaked bastards are staring me down, but I simply laugh and hold out my hands. The challenge is obvious, and they aren't one to look a gift horse in the mouth. They think they can take me down easily, but I relish the pain they inflict. As long as there is pain, how can I be dead?
Fuck Death.
I killed them all, tore them apart, and Kyuubi is silent. I'm dying. Madara and Pain had worked in tandem surprise, surprise, your magic eyes can't defeat me, so you use all eight pairs and they managed to fatally wound me. The look on Pain's or was it Nagato's? face was worth it, and I relish the agony in those damned eyes as youki overflows his chakra vessels. So much for the all-powerful, all-knowing Rin'negan, can't even handle a drop of youki before they pop!
Fuck God.
The Shinigami is staring at me, and I stare back. Subconsciously, Kyuubi stares through my eyes; guess that makes two against one, oh all consuming God of Death. Come to eat my soul or just snack on my brains? I sneer at him, and he doesn't move. The knife isn't with him so I assume he's not going to eat me wasn't that the deal you spineless tarp-wearing zombie? and Kyuubi doesn't seem to react much. He turns away and fades into nothing. No happy reunion for Father and Son in the belly of some wrinkly old shitstain. Oh the misery.
Fuck it all.
I sit down in the cave I found, and meditate. Kyuubi stares down at my face but I don't react. Neither of us move, and it must be Centuries, or even Millenia when we make a movement. A green-eyed bastard that looks like Madara faces me. His eyes have triangles in them, and I swear silently.
Fuck Time.
Kyuubi that bastard saw this coming. I bet even the Shinigami knew this would happen stupid bastard was probably laughing at me and here I am, stuck in another me, the so-called 'Kyuubi' and I laugh, and the irony eats at my soul and it hurts little me stares up at my cage, and says "I need your power." I simply let it flow out because fuck, the whole intimidation thing is too tiresome.
Fuck History.
History will repeat itself, but I muster the effort to try and break the cycle and the Kyuubi smiles. He saw it coming as well I suppose. Smug bastard don't make me come down there but I smirk, and manipulate the 'new' me and try to change The Cycle of Life, Death, and getting Fucked Over.
