Gaara, Nakigara, a naruto fanfic

Disclaimer: (Herbal) Osaka-neechan does not own Naruto.

Author: (Herbal) Osaka-neechan

Content: Emotionally-mournful Mayhem that is Out-of-Original-Characterization. E.M.O. ..And the author's fault.

Summary: "I dreamed once, while awake, that I could gaze at the clouds. Mindless."

Point of view: Gaara

Perspective: First person

The conceptual corner: Back when Osaka-neechan was in seventh grade, sixth graders selected images to enlarge in a graph for their Math class, and there was a small Gaara chibi printed off the Internet that was adorable. X3 Hung in the halls for half a year, Osaka-nee was floored by its cutsiness and was struck by a brainwave. It totally hurt her mind. xX;;

Not particularly gold, and Osaka-nee may have mistaken some Japanese, since she had not lived in Japan since she was five, but it got her outta doing an English assignment in eighth grade. Emotionally-mournful Mayhem that is Out-of-Original-Characterization it may be.

The reception corner: Those who want a peculiarly gorgeous poemy-prose thing, particularly of the YAOI variant that has forty or fifty more reviews than this in its weird magnificence, called Uchiha Sasuke Hates You, by Eternal Midnight. ENDORSEMENT. :S

More on this however.. Gaara pwns ass. Like mine. ADORATION. XD

The crackpot corner: "Am I going to die?" the Travelocity gnome

Translations for lesser known Romanji:

Sougishiki: A wake, funeral ceremony

Ingo: A particular Kanji meaning a rhyme in a Chinese poem.. however, the word can mean heartless, jargon, a secret language, or the results of actions comitted in a previous life

Jiware: Fissures and cracks in the Earth; previously Kekkan, meaning fault, deficiency

Kegaretate: Soiled hands, dirtied hands, bloodied hands; previously Obutsu, meaning dirt, dust, or garbage

Gangu: Toy.. the word also means obstinate or foolish; was previously Omocha, actually meaning toy

GAARA, NAKIGARA /..CORPSE, GAARA/

Poems

Reiketsukan /..Heartless/

愛

Sougishiki

/..Wake, funereal/

I want to sleep;

a fatigue

like a slug

trails me—

now, now,

have, have,

will.

愛

Ingo

/..Rhyme, verse of the Chinese/

There is indecision,

unsettled lurches in the stomach—

this anxiety and grieving

grieving anger,

for the slightest reasons.

But I digress,

I have that right—

I ought.

The feeling

to feel.

愛

Jiware

/..Earth fault/

I dreamed once

while awake,

that I could gaze at the clouds

mindless,

see the threads of fate in motion—

a manipulation of

the legend of red yarn.

To get up when I fall,

and clean or have fading

the scabbed knee

if I could.

And to say all this,

I will confess,

it would be of all this

I would dream,

and perhaps

I would just dream

of wanting to dream

if I could, if I could

dream.

愛

Kegaretate

/..Dirtied hands/

I wish I had determination

an honesty, a clever thought,

an ambition, purpose to breath by.

To stab a knife through my skin,

to want, to dream, to wish

and remembering, not to fall at all

means not having to stand—

even when I have,

even when I have fallen,

even when I have fallen

fallen.

愛

Gangu

/..Foolish, a toy/

But the skies crack and splinter,

and the air smokes pollution, gases.

The mountains that are made of

scorpions,

the seas that are made of

fireflies,

and the deserts that I am made of,

who became from the fishes

cry only for themselves.

I sink into sand that will absorb

and preserve a nothing

of a carcass;

a nothing of a carcass

that is of my own—

slowly, slowly.

愛

END