Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto (or I'd make Shino a more important character so that I could find a Shino plushie and buy it. I guess I'll have to make one myself)
Summary: This was like a canvas waiting to be used but all he wants to do is wake up because he knows that perfection is boring.
I still wonder what I was thinking when I wrote this so I wasn't sure about the genre. Hmm...maybe I should've published it at a normal hour (it's past one am and I have school at seven am, great, huh?). Enjoy!
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Dark Fantasy
Reality must taste better.
Must feel better
Must be better
Or so Shino hopes.
Anything but this.
Because this
This
Tastes too much like lies and perfection
And he knows, he knows, he knows
He knows
That perfection is boring
He knows that this
Is just an illusion
An illusion that is too tempting
That was created to please him
To obey his every whim and desire
That offers him a world with everything someone like him could want
Shino now understands why this fantasy has killed so many
So many of his fellow clansmen
Some older than him, some younger
They would have wanted this
This life, this fantasy
And even though he knows
That this is not real
He has failed multiple times to end this illusion, this mockery of life
And that's why, he tells himself
That he's doing this
Fight deception with deception
That's what he's doing, he tells himself
Play the role of the weak, play the role of the prey
Deceive, deceive, deceive
Anything to be free of this
Anything to shatter the illusion
Anything to end the dream
Anything
And so, he allows himself to be a bit of an artist
To see her as a canvas
He thinks of green and he stares in emerald orbs
He thinks of blue and now it's the sky he sees in her eyes
He thinks of red and scarlet paints her hair
So many colors to choose from
Just remember that she's not real
Pretend and Ignore.
Pretend. Pretend. Pretend.
Pretend to accept words of love and devotion
Pretend. Pretend. Pretend.
Pretend to offer your heart
And…
Ignore. Ignore. Ignore.
Ignore the way her lips curve into a smile
Ignore. Ignore. Ignore.
Ignore the way her every move is accented with adoration.
Remember.
Remember that this is false
Remember what happened when you thought of the sky, of vegetation, of blood
Ignore
Bold fingertips tracing the contour of your face
Ignore
Soft, warm lips moving against yours.
Ignore
The contour of a body that doesn't even exist
Remember that this isn't real
And Shino nods silently
As he pretends to accept lips that taste like lies and deception
Lips that taste like sweet lies
Anything to be free
He secretly wonders why his kikaichu are taking so long as he watches the day become night
When is he going to be free?
Another day passes and now he's smarter than a Nara
Another day and now he's richer than a Hyuuga
Another day and now bugs are as popular as dogs
And the canvas is still by his side
And he can't help but feel bored and empty
Because there's no challenge and he just wants to be free
Even if…
Reality tastes like denial and rejection and promises of something good that might never happen
Perfection is boring, boring, boring.
Wake up!
Those voices…
Something cracks.
And he turns around and the canvas is smeared with red and green and blue.
Perfection cracks like a mirror.
Perfection cracks and the dream shatters.
Shino opens his eyes and his lips curve slightly.
Free at last.
He takes the hand that welcomes him back to reality.
He's free
Free. Free. Free.
And...
He wouldn't waste his time dreaming.
If there's a way to make fragments of the dream come true, he would find it.
Yes…
The shards could become reality.
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