Journal, a naruto fanfic

I own the poems ………

The evil affects them the most of all

Their reach is far,

Their prickled thorns dug deep

In the souls of their Followers,

Marking them for life.

Their bittersweet words drip like honey

From their serpentine mouths.

Their harsh idiocy infects all who listen

To their forked tongues.

The coils of their deception tighten with time

Till they choke any rebellion out of you.

They control and command with their hypnotic eyes.

Stalking their prey with the knowledge of experience

Their strike is quick; their bite, deadly

With venom that corrupts and kills.

Doing all of this comes natural

And pains them none.

They teach there hatchlings

Their knowledge for the sole purpose

Of corrupting another generation.

My friends left me today. Their parents saw us playing and decided that the 'demon boy' would hurt their precious children somehow in a game of hide-and-go-seek. It's so pathetic, it makes me want to vomit. My whole generation hates me, and it's all their parents fault……

They all do it.

Treat me like the garbage

To be thrown onto the compost heap

To rot with the rest of the failures.

To be spread through the flowers

To bring life out of flies.

Spreading their lies, like a bitter jam on toast,

While forcing their acrid falsettos in my song.

They compare me with others,

Even though I have my own wings

Tying me to those in my past

Choking me with the rope of sin,

Without ever seeing the noose closing on their own necks.

But this is no oblivion, and they are only baby devils,

At their worst.

I'll show them

I refuse to stoop to their level

Of playing in mud, and slinging stones.

I am not without sin, so I shall not throw

And fall into their trap.

I shall bloom on my own, with none of the compost

They built themselves up on.

I made a promise to myself today. I swore I would not use others for my own goal. I refuse to break other as they have tried to break me. I will become the Hokage, if merely to spite them…

Oh how I envy you.

With your always smiling face,

Hands that have never done any work,

But with a mouth that complains constantly.

Call me jealous, maybe it's true,

But at least my calloused hands

Can create beautiful things,

While your corrupted heart can only kill.

Oh how I pity you.

With your one way vision,

Having no concept of

What direction you are headed in.

You amaze me,

How can you possibly see where to go,

With your nose so high in the air?

How can you walk and not fall into the traps

Set for those who don't know themselves?

Oh how I hate you.

I see now, I have answered

My own question.

You use others.

When you feel yourself falling,

You build yourself a bridge

Out of the bodies of the conquered.

You use others' fears to control your own

You have built such a façade, such a mask,

That you no longer feel anything.

But answer me this:

What will be left when your mask shatters?

I was placed on my team today with Sasuke and Sakura. I hate them, Sakura especially. She is so manipulative, and selfish. Her views will one day kill her…

I hate how you treat me.

They always said

"Ask if you need help"

So I did

I swallowed my pride

And asked

All you did was ridicule

And I broke on the inside.

I loved you and envied you

For your wisdom and knowledge

Now I only hate

You called me stupid

Without ever saying the word

You made me feel useless

Without ever saying anything

To me.

No, you only ever say those things

In front of others.

But it always gets back

I always find out.

Then, today, you didn't even show

That you cared

That I could hear you

You gave me no room to defend myself

You only gave your petty observations.

And yet, you ask my I hate.

And I answer,

Because of you.

I acted foolish today, and Sasuke saved me. Even though I had been in a fight before, I froze. I don't know why, but as soon as the mist nin came after me, all of the abuse I received when I was younger came back to me. It paralyzed me. I made another promise, I will never back down…

I was asked a simple question ,

"Why?"

Who knew that such a simple word

Would cause such a profound reaction?

The slightly older boy turned, grinning slightly,

And answered,

"Why not?"

His answer confused me,

For how does one answer

That question?

Sasuke offered to help yesterday. It was odd to say the least, but not unwelcome. He and I trained together for the rest of the day and spent the night outdoors, too tired to even crawl back to Tazuna's house. We both made promises that night. I swore I would help him kill his brother, and in turn, he swore he would help me become Hokage. He even called me brother…

As I lie, staring at the moon,

I found it's bright light tranquilize me,

Dousing the fires of my rage

That had spread through me

Like a burning field.

When the scorching blaze was extinguished,

I was left hollow.

It was as if everyone had left the world

And I was left alone

In the vastness of this space.

Alone…

But then the moon reminded me of my anger.

It shined with the light of its brother sun.

While the sun's beauty was magnified by its brother moon.

Should one die, the other will find vengeance,

Before falling to the dark with the brother.

You took my brother from me, I should follow the sun.

Then the blaze was alight again!

I thought Sasuke was dead and that I was alone again. I snapped and allowed the Kyuubi to take control. It…I…killed Haku. The mission ended after Kakashi and Zabuza killed Gato. Zabuza died from his wounds soon after though. He followed his sun, Haku, into the darkness of Death…

Someday I will show you.

Someday I will rise above.

Someday I will be better, greater.

Someday I will change the world.

Someday, not today, you will all understand me.

I don't think I will be writing for awhile, Kakashi has entered us into the chunin exams. I've written more in the past months than I have in years. I don't think I will write in here unless it is something I don't ever want to forget…

The noise,

It never stops

Their constant chatter

Their voices becoming little stabs of pain in my head.

The whispers

That never end

Their soft voices

That never betray their evil intentions.

The yells, screams even

That go unheard

Proof of their hearts' terror

At what they cannot control.

The voices,

Collecting in their minds

Making them paranoid,

Turning them on their friends, no now their enemies.

The sound,

Lord the screeching!

Making me angry, making others comfortable.

The insane sounds,

Locked in the mind

Making me jealous of the man

Who had the courage to end it all, by ending them

After we were attacked by some snake person in the second portion of the exams, being held in the Forest of Death, we were attacked by a cell of sound genin. They seemed surprised that Sasuke was perfectly fine. They said something about their "master must have failed to mark him" or something like that, before fleeing. All I know is that we were lucky to escape from the man and lucky that they were frightened away. I only hope that our luck will hold out for the next test…

A lone flower stands in the grass

Defying the wind.

It looks fragile, like made of glass.

Regally it stands, refusing to bend,

Like a fish going against its class.

I was stopped a lot during the month break by people. They all told me that I should forfeit the match against Neji. The weird thing was that the villagers really sounded concerned for me. It was a heartwarming, but foolish request. I had already promised that I wouldn't back down. Their words surprised me, but I'll just have to prove to them that I am worth cheering for…

In the corner of the living room was an album of unbearable photos,

Full of happy faces and crying eyes.

They say the eyes are the windows to the soul,

But you couldn't see clearly through that tinted glass.

The tortured souls, afraid of their own shadow,

Hide behind a living façade, a warm castle.

I watched at night, with unfound fear

As the souls reached up into the night

And broke from those pages.

I am writing while we take a quick break from perusing Gaara. Sasuke, Shikamaru, and I all agreed that a break was necessary to gain some of the energy we expended during our actual matches. I felt my muse leave a verse in my head and just had to write it down. Sand has betrayed us, they were our proclaimed allies, but we didn't see this attack coming. Our forces are fighting, but we were ordered to stop Gaara at all costs. He is a self proclaimed monster, but I hope I will be able to change his view on life. If I can't, then I will terminate the treat to Konoha, my home…

Death has knocked on my door

Wanting to spread despair

But I won't cry. I won't. I promise.

What will crying do

For the dearly departed?

They knew they were loved,

They knew they would be missed,

But now, they don't care.

We place flowers, pictures, and figures,

On their graves,

But they don't care.

We mark their resting places

With tombstones.

But those are for the living.

To remember them.

But the dead are dead,

And they couldn't care less.

The Hokage is dead. He was killed by Orochimaru during the invasion. I almost broke right when I heard it, almost. I didn't though. I spent the whole day of the funeral with the Konohamaru Corps, making them (and myself) feel better. Today, Pervy-sage asked me to go with him to find the Fifth Hokage; I agreed with him immediately. Before the day got any later though, Sasuke came and talked to me. He and I renewed our promises to each other and made a new one. We swore that we would both become stronger while I was gone. He said "After all, if we brothers are to beat Itachi, we can never stop training." It made me cry, but he didn't make fun of me. I feel so…loved…

"Hokage-sama, you are needed in a meet-….Naruto, how long are you going to read that book?" The yellow haired man looked up from the tearstained page he was poured over to meet the eyes of his most trusted advisor.

"I feel like I didn't finish it." The unmasked ANBU just shrugged and moved his hair out of his eyes.

"You wrote it, if it doesn't feel done to you, then just finish it." His voice held a playful tone to it, but he still made it sound like the most obvious thing in the world. Which it was.

"It's not that easy, Sasuke. I don't have any inspiration for another poem, and I started every entry with one."

"I still can't believe you were writing poetry this whole time. You surprised a lot of people when they finally found out." The Uchiha's eyes were filled with mirth while he was think back to when he stole the book and read through it. In his opinion, that was the most eye opening day he had experienced in his entire life. Sasuke's mirth fell on deaf ears though. Naruto had turned back to his journal of ten years ago.

"Shouldn't you be getting back to Tenten? I heard she was wanting you to go to the store and pick her up something." Naruto's offhand comment caused Sasuke to flinch, which Naruto caught in his peripheral vision. "Is the great Uchiha clan head afraid of his pregnant wife?"

"Even after two kids, I'll never get used to her mood swings. Speaking of pregnant wives, shouldn't you be getting to your meeting?" Naruto looked up again, but with confusion on his face this time.

"What does a meeting have to do with a pregnant wife?"

"The meeting is about your pregnant wife. Inoichi wants you to convince Ino to stop working in the shop until she has little Ayaka (colorful flower). He says she's starting to knock things off of the shelves." Sasuke, surprisingly, said it all without even smirking.

"Okay, tell him I'll talk to her later tonight. Pass the word that I'll be making dinner, please." Sasuke nodded and walked out without commenting on Naruto making dinner. Ino hit him the last time he talked about Naruto's cooking. Sasuke was in the hospital for two days. Naruto sighed before he went back to his journal. 'It just doesn't feel right to end it like that.' Suddenly, he was hit with insperation, and he quickly grabbed a pen and started to write.

Life is an amazing thing.

It cannot be copied or be made in a lab.

It is a fragile thing though,

It can bend and stretch,

But careful, because it can also snap.

It is wonderful to create and care for life.

To take the time to till the soil,

Plant the seeds, watch them sprout,

Then grow to full height.

A sad thing though,

To see them cut down,

By the Icy Breath.

And watch them fall into death's cold embrace.

But I feel the warmth of the knowledge

That they will be back,

Next Spring

After the Hokage's death, Konoha bloomed again, even brighter and more colorful this time. I am the Sixth Hokage now and am married to the beautiful Namikaze Ino, and father to a little boy (soon to be a boy and girl) named Minato. I have found happiness and respect from Konoha. All of my childhood dreams have come true, and I can't be happier.

AN: I just had to write this. It was bugging me. Please tell me what you think. It's supposed to sound like a bunch of journal entries until right at the end. Maybe later, I'll develop a story based off of it. Or not, I don't know. Again. I OWN THE POEMS AND SOME ARE COPYWRITTEN.