Author's Note: Written while listening to Barry Manilow's Copacabana. Song isn't mine, niether is Naruto. Enjoy!
Half-Blind
Tsunade being Tsunade has this feeling in her heart that of she drinks three more glasses of sake she might be able to get the bloodstains off her hands. It's a weird little idea, but it tastes good. Red, she reflects has always been a color she's hated. It's a daunting fact, but when she closes her eyes all she sees is red.
Tsunade being Tsunade looks for the less significant things. She looks at the cracks and crevices in her glass and thinks 'this is what I am now. I am cracked but not yet broken. It hurts more this way.' Tsunade believes that is very poetic and tragic of her. She downs another cup of sake and calls loudly for more, silently examining the color of the sake dribbling down her hands.
It looks oddly like blood.
She sits there so refined
And drinks herself half-blind