She's succulently brilliant in everything she does. She makes me want to scream loud, really loud.
I've gone away and went through hell and back
I never was and will again
All the tears I've held inside
Why does it had to be this long
And I have failed to see
Pink, luscious hair…sweet, sumptuous lips…wonderful, angelic facial contours…a murderer. A fucking, sadistic murderer. A slut. Fuck toy. Shit.
The hope
A non-stop killing machine who acts like a seasoned bitch.
Her eyes
An epitome of perfection.
I wanted these feelings to stop
We grew up beneath the same roof. She would smile at me and instantly I would receive little pleasant shivers in the pit of my stomach. But she pisses me off everytime she's near. I want to kiss her…I want to push her to the wall, cover her body with my own…kiss her more savagely…have a part of me inside her…I want to bleed her…I want to taste her fiercely.
I want to know which ones she prefers—the rough one or the smooth way.
But it still won't stop
What the hell is happening to me?
You whisper
I break down
Help me up because I can't find a way to do so
Don't you wash away that smile
I'm losing my mind.
Give me a hand
I can't find mine
Help me up
Be mine
She makes me want to scream. She makes me want to bleed. She makes me want to tear myself into pieces.
I can't give in. Not now.
Don't lose yourself
I'm still waiting…
I will never forget
That one night I had with you
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The World That Revolves Around You
Is where I want to hold on
To you
Summer.
The echoing laughters sounds like melancholic voices in the afternoon heat. The leaves are static. The absence of the mighty wind is an obvious dismay, raising the state of the vehement bodies traversing their way through the thick obstacles laid down in the thorn-strewn forest.
His hair is the imitation of the midnight sky and he leads the way, not looking back to assure himself that his companions are still in one piece. He has the air of arrogance in him, an innate quality that clung to him ever since the nightmare began. He pauses every now and then to look at his surroundings but seemingly yet, he is unmindful of the silent chirping of the birds, ignoring the sudden feeling of nauseous recollections he rather would forget.
Behind him trails along the one who carries the azure pair of eyes gently obscured by golden fringes that seem to attract the rays of the sun. He has his hands deep inside the pocket of his orange pants and eyes closely examining the earthen ground. Closely in tow is a young lady with eyes shining like the precious emerald, scanning the closer proximity in a cautious manner. Her blistered hands are close to the holster fastened around her thighs, her stance vigilant and her movements, graceful.
These comprise Kakashi-sensei's infamous Team Seven—the seemingly most futile, unabashed, extraordinary group. Six years fashioned them into different individuals, honed their skills to the heights no one can imagine, scarred their emotions and obliterated the innocence locked up once in the eyes of onyx, watery blue and emerald. These was once the team that often thought they would fail themselves just to perform a drastic escape from destiny but would often emerge victorious at the very length of the path.
They were those young little children who trip off their own foot and would still try to get up and dust themselves as if nothing had really happened.
But these were what it was like six years ago. These aren't what they are now.
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Purity can easily be deceived
It does not last long
It fades
It fucking goes away
Sasuke wiped the blood from his kunai off the hem of his black shirt and carefully brought it back to its holster. He tilted his head to the side and examined the corpse lying on its back upon the dirt-laden, man-made road in the middle of the forest they all know as Kurugashi. It lies in the middle exterior of the lands in possession of the Fire Country.
The corpse bore no insignia of which Country it may be serving or might have served once before. All Sasuke knew was this man was no ordinary villager nor any local hunter. The man could have at least answered when he questioned him of his whereabouts. And the way that man fought, the way he moves with such uncharacteristic speed—even a fool cannot mistake him for who he truly was.
The fool must be a spy that patrols the wilderness between the boundaries of every country. He sure did not like the sound of someone sharing his territory. The fucking man's too selfish and it got him to hell.
"This one interfered." He muttered as his two team mates, who brought up the rear side, came up behind him.
"But Sasuke, we're not suppose to trigger any alarm." Naruto quickly interjected, pushing past the Uchiha and studying the blood-splattered body in front of him. The blond demon vessel bent down and foolishly examined the corpse's pulse. Sasuke snorted and looked away, trying to envelope his own annoyance. Of course the shit's dead. The infamous prodigy finished him.
In this world, pity is a monster
Reasons are what matter
"Reasons are what matter, fool." He muttered.
"But we have orders to follow, Uchiha!" Naruto got up and clenched his fist. It was within the range of six years when Naruto started taking orders too seriously. He became their Jounin sensei's closest subordinate not because of his great talent but because he is Kakashi's personal voodoo. He would do anything Kakashi would order him, even if it means giving up his lifelong dream of becoming the next Hokage.
But beneath all that, he's still a damn lusty son of a bitch
"Do we have any choice if the shit's got his kunai at our throats? But you can go ahead stick to that damn command if you like. Let's see who goes to hell first."
"Will you two assholes please shut up!" a woman's voice resounded from Naruto's side. Sakura's team mates turned to her and frowned in a synchronized manner, although Naruto's wasn't that much deep. "We'll bury the carcass. We'll clean up the whole predicament then we'll continue. We will reach Konoha by nightfall if we hurry."
Naruto consented.
Sasuke just stared.
The way her eyes flutter
Tears don't invade the celestial lime orbs any longer
She's become stronger
More desirable
Sakura didn't perceive the glint that suddenly surmounted the Uchiha's usual cold, coal eyes. She just shrugged and turned away, finally deciding to help the fool flaxen-haired as he began digging.
Stop yourself
She acts as if she's an innocent little bitch, unaware of the menial, fatal ways of life. But it was almost a day ago when she made her move on the target they were suppose to either kill or spare. All they need is a diminutive information. But she went too far.
She got behind the man and grasped his hair. She positioned the kunai on the man's throat and started slashing , as if it's meat to be eaten raw by a savage being. Blood spattered everywhere as veins and bones broke. She didn't let go. She continued hacking until the man's head had clearly separated from his shoulders. Her arms, her legs, her clothes—they washed the blood by blood. Sinews crushed, screams echoed from mute lips.
It was deafening
Sasuke didn't see her smirk. She didn't give any indication of liking what she did. He would have felt better, but he didn't.
Her eyes
They were locked in the ephemeral darkness
She didn't like the idea of slaughtering but she thinks it is a sacrifice for the greater good. An obsession for life requires the indignity of death. And her principle made Sasuke fear for her. Death is crucial to Sakura's personality. She bears the responsibility of spreading it. It made her a monster. It stained her purity. It took away her innocence.
It took away her respect for herself.
Killing made her relentless
Death made her his slave
"Sasuke will you please stop stalling."
I am stalling
She's so nonchalant. If she desires blood so much, why can't she just show it. Her unseen thirst for screams of pain makes her impossible to read. Sometimes, Sasuke believes he saw her look at him as if he's on one of her games. She stares as if she was prepared to just plunge her kunai deep in their abdomen and leave them, he and Naruto, suffering from their demise.
Sasuke fears for her.
Desires for her fatal touch.
She makes me want to scream
She makes me want to bleed
Why can't we just both go to hell?
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Why didn't I die?
It was a rainy night in my bed, when blood ran down from the wound on the head. I want to be like him—strong and unmoved by the deaths of a thousand.
Heck! He took out his parents. His flesh and blood.
He kept me alive so I can be like him. Well, we're fucking the same now, bastard You made me so it's all up to you to take me.
But
can you kill me?
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It won't hurt
I promise
I don't want you to be
I don't want to see you cry
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I wanted to be like you
I can't be alive
Fuck me
Do it asshole. I am a demon. You made me, it's all up to you to kill me.
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Sakura
Don't let me die
Don't let me go
Hold me tighter
I don't want to be lost forever
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They were taught that the world is cruel. They built a wall of ice surrounding them, separating them from the norms, from the pain, from the curses.
So they became the cold-hearted bastards that had been spawned to this world as a result of dark spite.
Our cruel world
So don't look back
The
world has a lot to offer
To kill
To cry
To fuck senseless
To cover yourself in shame
To live
To die
Because we are what we are made to be.
You are what you are made to be.
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Because you defy what you are meant to be.
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So Sakura's an offhand personification of death. Naruto's the raging lust that tortures the deepest soul. And Sasuke's the awakened fiend of the afterlife and still such a silent fucking hot-blooded male.
Because they are able to live
To fuck
To kill
To die
To defy
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So be glad, sinner.
Because you are—what you are.
A/N: I don't know. Hehheh. This suddenly came up when I swore I would stop writing a fic. Please review! I will continue this, I promise! Ehhhehehh oh I'm such a paranoid! Ehhhehehh! And I want to acknowledge Hale's lyrics on the first part. I love Hale!
