When he pulled his arm out of his best friend's stomach, he grinned. He would have snapped his friend's neck, but that would have been troublesome. He had his friend's arm in his other hand.
He didn't much feel like going out for dinner, so he took a bite of what he was clutching. Slightly stringy (if succulent), all in all
In a fit of retrospection brought on by dining on his friend's remains (coinciding with his deceased friend's birthday. Fate was a bitch that way.), he considered his mental state. Or lack thereof. He was glad he was never checked out by healers, save the one visit after the trip to take the traitor towards home-territory. It would have ended with one broken doctor, one once-again broken team, and one more monster behind bars.
Comtemplate.
Sleep.
Dream.
Wake.
Regret Dreaming.
When he ripped his first love's eyes out, it seemed fitting. She lost her spirit (and his last tie to the green) with the traitor's loss of his eyes (he ripped those out too.) He would have punished her, but that would have been a waste of time. She had been dead to him for too long as it was.
He ate her eyes too.
Sleep.
Dream.
Wake.
Regret Dreaming.
He had followed. Once. The Demon of the Green had followed. This would seem like black humor to most of the shinobi who had faced him, before and after the fall. The Demon of the Green, striking on command? Impossible. He had considered it the same, until he thought back to his leader. His leader, sent on an impossible mission by an unfeeling nation.
Hunting down the old men who sent his family to their deaths left a good taste in his mouth.
Sleep.
Dream.
Wake.
When he left the green for the last time (the last time had been the last as well), the Demon of the Green considered his name. Did they not think it meant something, that someone would be so open, and then so brutal a minute later? Did demon mean nothing anymore?
Sleep.
Wake.
One wise man considered himself a God, beyond the actions and reactions, beyond the plane of human existence. His reasoning was based on suffering. The more one suffered, the more one grew. If one suffered enough, he would grow above humanity.
He was wrong. Slightly wrong. It wasn't the one suffering who was God.
The person behind the suffering, the cause of escalation, was God.
Shikamaru was god.
He doubted anybody else would go far enough.