Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
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Pairing: Sai
Rating: K
Words: 307
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Lines
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The first line brings me peace.
Slow or fast it carries a sort of endearing quality I can not place.
The picture reveals itself slowly; like a fine wine it needs time to perfect itself.
But like a drug, it gnaws at my reserve until I must. Shadows constantly-
-capture that-
-take its soul-
I can not resist.
The pen flows consistently, never pausing in its mission for completion. A line, two lines, three lines until they intermingle and literally leap from the pages themselves.
There is no beauty in the things I take so I feel no remorse in taking how many or as much as I need. Their souls I mean.
I paint out their souls.
It gives me a sick pleasure, a high that none other can top. Playing God never felt so good.
This thought makes me laugh and my hand's still moving.
Thick line, thin line, dark line, light line.
Petals, a stem, leaves, darkened shadowing.
Fingers clenched tightly, crushing the little flower; tiny tears falling through and off the page.
I can see her now and ah-. She can see me.
I want to laugh and rock back and forth and my hand moves moves moves.
Nothing can stop me.
How could it?
The emotional ecstasy comes only with this. Taking. Stealing. Controlling.
I can make anything happen in this world. This world of lead and pen and ink. Paper and books and pencils waiting for orders.
Take it.
Control it.
Take it!
Too fast for my eyes so I look away.
Dark. Dark. Light. Thick.
One stroke after another.
This is my world. My playing field. My rules.
Here, in this strange land where everything is mine.
Everything is mine.
As long as I'm here; everything is mine.