For someone who doesn't know love, watching a pair of siblings interact must be very confusing.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
Their teeth chatter when I come near; I pretend not to notice, and they may not even be aware of the only barely perceptible action, but my keen ears miss nothing.
I don't understand them. We all share blood and flesh, and come from the same womb, but they behave as though that is a matter of so much more importance than it actually is. We share blood, nothing more.
I feel no kinship to them, yet I can't help but watch.
They cleave to one another; it is so pathetic it's sad. They are never out of each other's company; I suspect that if the conventions of their society did not profess it to be taboo, they would sleep in the same room.
They train together, eat together, kill together and comfort together.
They finish each other's sentences, like they were born knowing what the other would say. She says something, usually something that I find utterly insipid, for she is a female who, while not prone to frivolous diversions, tends to wax lengthy about nothing, and he automatically knows the conclusion of her thoughts.
They have bizarre arguments about nothing; sometimes they are heated and passionate, sometimes nothing but apathetic and bloodless. It all ends the same way, with half-hearted glares that I know full well hold no true fire to them (because if they did they would act on it, it's only natural, it's only instinct), and they part, go their separate ways.
But not for long.
Sooner or later, they come back. And again, they do everything together, parting only at night.
I don't understand.
I know that they cling to one another so fiercely out of fear of me. It is reasonable (in their eyes maybe) that they should do so; by the old saying, there is strength in numbers, even if their skills would have absolutely no chance of saving them from me if I should choose to use their blood to sate my gaping hole.
I understand that it is fear that drives them to each other. But what is it that keeps them together?
What is it that makes them so close? When she is pale and sad, he is instantly at her side, offering a helping hand and a sympathetic shoulder. When he is frustrated, she is always there to offer a solution and provide a reassuring smile. When she returns from a taxing mission and sickens, no matter how late at night it is, he is always in the bathroom with her, holding her hair away from her face, his face as pale as hers.
I watch them constantly, because I don't know why.
Why do they do these things for each other, without question or a second thought?
What makes their eyes soften around each other, too caught up in their world to see me, the small grim messenger of Death?
What is this emotion I see?
What is it?
I don't understand. And I'm not sure that I ever will.