A/N: This poem I wrote is my inspiration for this oneshot that I may turn into a longer story with more chapters. I don't own Naruto and the characters. Naruto rightfully belongs to Masashi Kishimoto. I do own the poem, plotline, and characters I created.
Red.
The color of a ripe apple growing in the vast green of a towering apple tree.
Red.
The color of a delicate rose budding from the sharp vines sprouting out of the cracks on a brick wall.
Red.
The color of the flowing liquid that runs through our veins.
Blood.
The sweet essence that brings life to every being.
Not just a red of any shade.
Crimson.
The color of his hair.
A perfect messy distortion of crimson locks gently falling in outlined seafoam green eyes. Calm, cold orbs on the surface.
A hidden deeper meaning locked away deep inside.
No one dares to tread to deep in those pain laced seafoam green orbs.
Too afraid of drowning in such sorrowful misery.
Only one brave enough to delve into those depths to reach the true being inside.
Only one looks past what lies on the surface.
Ignoring the thunderous chanting.
Monster! Monster! Monster!
Searching deep inside for the true soul buried within the depths of painful memories. Pulling the true soul to the surface.
Out of the drowning depths of darkness.
Always there with a hand outstretched.
Ready to walk through it all.
Hand in hand.
Never to let go.
Forever together.
