A/N: A teeny musing for your reading pleasure.
Songscape: The Prayer – Bloc Party
Disclaimer: Don't own Naruto.
They stood side by side, three of them, chests puffed with air, chins pushed out and eyes shining with an alarming defiance. With the wind at their backs they charged forward with such force that their shoes left deep, indented footprints in the dirt.
I see black. Guarded and cautious as a bird, yet with enough determination to rattle any hesitation and obliterate the faintest trace of self-doubt. With eyes of cold, hard ruby he glares down obstacles and kills with his glances. I see his thoughts, I see black.
I see yellow. A moving mass of raw emotion. Vicious love and tender hatred cultivated and nourished to fuel life itself. A great pounding heart which beats blood and feeling into the atmosphere of his grasp. His body hums with the aftershocks of deep, gnawing expressions: bitter laughing and strangled, wet tears. I see his feelings, I see yellow.
I see pink. A touch as soft as a rose, a tongue as sharp as the camouflaged thorns below. Her confusion drives her forward with a fantastic lust for answers. A culmination of logic and humanness explodes to create an equally independent and needy mind. Desire and obligation collide and react to generate the strongest emotion of all: love, the ever so tyrannical catalyst. I see her mind, I see pink.
The three of them are brought together to make an unstoppable force. They shun, slice and dazzle their way to an irrefutable victory. It would be so wrong to deny them their due recognition of outshining the others. His thoughts, his feelings and her mind coalesce and become an invincible trio, each presenting their own weapons for free and open use. He manipulates and squeezes the others heart, the other provokes his unlimited determination and she lashes out with her mind and exploits the both of them. They run on tension, and their begrudging attitudes let them fly further and higher.
When I'm with them I absorb their thoughts, feelings and mind force and can see right through the bare and simple foundation of their friendship, wrought out of the best of everyone, the bad bits merely fill in the cracks. I look at them and see not what others see. I look at them and see black, yellow and pink.
A/N: So, that's it. Little, I know. Review if you like, I don't mind, honest.