Something I wrote some time ago. I didn't really knew if it was good enough to publish here, but I reread it just now and realised that I actually liked it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
Note: Written from Sasuke's point of view.
A Picture in Grey
I was naive, back then. I used to think everything would be alright, after all, why wouldn't it? It's a picture many children paint for themselves; it's full of life, full of colour, unlike the world that I know. The world in which I live was harshly shoved upon me, instantly draining my picture of all its colour. That was when I realised nothing would be alright, at least not if you didn't do something about it.So I set out in my search for power, in order to get stronger. If I did that, it might become better.
My world wasn't entirely black, but it wasn't white, either. I was living in a place where both sides continued to tuck at me, suggestively pulling me closer and closer until I realised and returned to my small grey picture. I never actually thought to actually choose one of these sides. I don't really know why; perhaps the thought merely crossed my mind before I dismissed it, or maybe it hadn't even appeared at all.
Losing your colour is the same as losing your innocence. You suddenly face reality as it really is, where it isn't all pretty and where it isn't going to be 'okay'. You realise that people around you get hurt, that they disappear, and that you can't do anything about it. You're not strong enough, you than realise, and you vow to yourself that you won't let anything happen to family, friends, comrades, ever again. Right?
That's how I started, but at that point I had no family, friends or comrades left to lose. There was simply no one that I could fight for, that I could protect. So I got stronger for myself, fought for myself, did what I could do for myself.
And that was how I lived in my little grey world, desperately searching for an answer, a possibility, a solution. But none of them ever came. And I never really got to understanding why people need colour in their life, when they could have grey.
Short, I know. I'm better at short, anyway. I'd appreciate a review, no flames, though. Unless it's constructive criticism.
