Monokuro:Yo, first story. Congradulate me on my fail-ness. (wink,wink) I dedicate this to uh, Mercy. ._. Since she's a total Naruto Fan. I don't think she's much of a Sai Fan, buuuu-t, I'll find a way to make her into one. ;O Wish me lucks!~ ^_^;; I probably died of failure. Anyways, this is a story about Sai. Since a lot of people hate Sai, saying that he's some kind of emotionless fag. Well, he's not. He's trained to be emotionless, plus, when he's insulting people, it's funny. o_o;; He brightens the tension of sad moments. So yeah, go Sai! (Cheers and whistles.) -sigh- I hope AuditionOnline for Nexon doesn't shutdown. .__.;;
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
The Distant One
He smiled because he didn't care.
Painted because he ached.
Black obsidian eyes.
Cold, dark, and emotionless.
Clouds of black covering emotions.
Charcoal black, dead, hurt, and Sad.
What was his name...?
Porcelain glass pale, fair, and icy.
Liquidly ink black orbs, frozen and scared.
The fake, plastic smile plastered on the snowy face.
Pale, white, slender fingers gripping on the handle of the paintbrush.
Mouth open, a small gasp.
Black silky, velvety locks, strands neatly in it's perfection.
Was it Sasuke? Uchiha Sasuke?
The book opened, pages blank.
Was it perfect?
Was it complete?
Did...did it look pretty?
Thoughts running through his mind, fast and aloof.
For the first time, he felt shallow.
No, his name wasn't Sasuke.
He didn't care.
He just ached, ached for someone.
Even if it was just a glance.
He wanted to be noticed, he wanted to smile.
Smile for a reason.
Charcoal black hues...
The milky white fragile, pretty, oh-so-pretty, body...
Eyes and emotions of a lifeless doll.
What's his name?...
Lady Tsunade sighed, hues of alchemy staring into beautiful, unique, sky blue ones. Glaring into each other, blue clashing against golden. Her fingers laced together, chin resting comfortably on the back of her hand.
"Naruto."
"Obaa-Chan."
"Meet your new replacement."
Cobalt blue eyes widening, glancing around the room. Both in excitement, fear, betrayal, and anger. He stared into those ink black eyes. Those ink liquids staring back into him. The same, they were the same. The skin, the face, the eyes. But something was wrong. That irk-like smile plastered on that face.
"Meet Sai."
Stare.
Stare.
The blond wanted to run and punch him, and shout at him. He can't replace what they lost. He can't replace his best friend. He can't replace his rival. He can't replace him. He can't replace Sasuke Uchiha. No one can replace Sasuke.
"No...." Blond bangs covered his lazuli eyes.
"My name is Sai." His dark orbs stared and stared. That pale skin still looking dead white while the sun was glistening on him.
My name is Sai...