A/N: I told you I'd post something. :D Anyways, this is an OroKimi oneshot. It's not intense yaoi or anything. In fact, I don't even think its yaoi unless you squint. Hope you like it!
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Kimimaro used to despise darkness. He used to count the days of his captivity. It was the only thing that kept him sane. Each number logically followed the previous one, every tick mark made on the wall, carved in bone, each the same length as the previous one.
And then came the blinding light. He walked in it, fought in it, it spilled his blood, and took all he had; left him with nothing. He was lost, so he wandered. He began to think that maybe this light was not such a bad thing. Flowers blossomed in it, and lakes sparkled.
But it all came back. The darkness invaded the light, and swept Kimimaro away. It whispered its secrets to him, told him that it would make him stronger. Kimimaro believed it. He strived for perfection, building his strength, endurance, and most of all, his will.
The darkness saw Kimimaro's work, and craved more. It beckoned Kimimaro on, and Kimimaro welcomed it. He let the darkness embrace him, caress him, shape him. This pleased the darkness. It watched Kimimaro grow more, become more attached to it. Kimimaro could not live without the darkness.
Because, after all, the darkness was Kimimaro's first home.