Disclaimer : I do not ( and most likely will never ) own Naruto. Its too kickass for me.
Chapter One : Whats Art ?
I killed yet another person today with my art. It didnt take long after the massacre for the wooden one to preach to me about what real art is.
" Ha, thats not art. That, what you did there, is definitely not art. "
What does he know anyway ? Art isnt something that lives forever, its something that if you blink you can miss it [and you will regret missing it ] Like..the look on someones face when they just figured something out..? The same exact expression on my victims faces when they figure out that the well sculpted clay shaped like a bird is actually a bomb and not a gift from a stranger. Or the expression Sasori has when he sees me jumping up and down from the rush i just received from blowing some guys head off and getting his guts splattered all over me. Yeah, thats art ! The look..i cant really describe it. Its like hes scared, impressed and is admiring something all at the same time. He only keeps that expression for a quick two seconds before scolding me about what true art is. Really, its so quick that i even miss it sometimes. But only sometimes. I once wished i could photograph that expression but then i felt like a hypocrite so i quickly got rid of the thought. I shouldnt have wanted to keep that expression forever. It didnt even belong to me.
Authors Note : Ohhhh, so what did you guys think ? Pretty short huh ? Well, its the first chap so its fair. Tee hee.