Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.

This was purely an experiment to try and create an image, a solid picture, a scene out of a person's virtues. I hope it worked, it is not edited yet though.

Dreamer of Dreams

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Obito's tombstone.

Herein lies a hero not,

Only a weary part of the world put to sleep.

As suns rise and moons set,

Live on, dreamer of dreams.

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He is a boy, no more no less. Two eyes and the world, and an ever increasing weight on his shoulders. At thirteen, he struggles, writhes, twists and trashes in the centre of the spinning globe that titles and sways treacherously from side to side. It doesn't make any sense to him, what Otousan says, to hold the kunai steady in his hand and punish those who take away those he loves. Don't they have people who love them too?

A light in the dark only shows more darkness.

He hates the lonely moon, the shrill and deafening cries of the wind, loathes, detests and abhors the piercing, piercing red that flows down his fingers, on to his palm, seeping into his vest and into his heart. And that's why he makes excuses to late for missions, because he needs time to steel himself and tune out the harsh and cruel reality.

A stained kunai can be cleaned to become new and shiny, his conscience can be mended and fixed but can never whole again.

But that's what sets him apart, he's a fighter with a heart with the courage of the sun after a storm, the unwavering persistence of the tide, the strength of a new butterfly.

Because there is his spirit in the shiver of the moon and the shimmer of the sea. He sees maybes in the skip of a child, perhaps in the bend of the old man. There is life in the rain and tears in the trees because he remembers the things that are already there, will be there and may be there someday. He's a dreamer of dreams, to run along the rainbow's length and touch the bottom of the deepest pond. He'll still fly with clipped wings for it is him, because there is magic in the air that he breathes that blends and fuses with the blood that flows through his veins. It is there in him, where hope floats up to the sky and rains back down as meteors from the sun.

A light in the dark can spread warmth.

So how does he break the spell? That binds the world and blinds the heart.

He saves a life.

Half crushed and killed by a boulder Obito finally manages to reject a life overshadowed by disease.

A believer of beliefs, a lover of love, a dreamer of dreams.

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