Don't own, don't claim to.
Emotions are overrated, which is why there are to be tossed aside. A true shinobi never laughs, a true shinobi never smiles.
Feelings are a waste of contemplation, which is why they are meant to be ignored. A true shinobi never cares, a true shinobi never loves.
Hopes are a figment of one's imagination, which is why they are never to be regarded. A true shinobi never dreams, a true shinobi never wishes.
Orders are what to be assessed, which is why they are followed without question. A true shinobi always complies, a true shinobi never asks.
So as he lies in his bed at night. The day's events swimming in his head he wonders why he isn't a true shinobi.
I've laughed, I've smiled.
As he recalls those, he's accepted as his teammates, his…friends. Who he's fought for, nearly died for he ponders.
I've cared, I've loved.
The sheets are soft to his touch, bringing a form of comfort to his chilled body. Memories still threatening to haunt him, there were things he still needed to do.
I've sworn revenge, I have a dream.
The moon's light is finally blocked by a passing cloud, lazily greeting all the stars in the sky. He turns onto his back, gaping at the ceiling looming before him
I've completed missions; I've acted on my own.
There were many things he had done. Many straying from the path he had said he would take that of a true shinobi. He wasn't a true shinobi; he could never be a true shinobi. He felt, he dreamed. His revenge still burning in his chest, wrapped tightly with the hatred that grew. The pain it caused, the fears it brought, no one knew, no one suspected, as he lay there in his bed alone. For a true shinobi never let any truth be known. And under the sun's light, that was what he was, a true shinobi.