Look at him; he wishes to scream this simple sentence out to the whole world, the whole, fucking world. Not because he wishes the world to see him, but because this lame attempt is so unlike him. He isn't able to even look at himself, but everyone else should look at him, pity him, gape at this failing attempt. Then he looked around at the decomposing corpse; the dying people.
"Katsu." He muttered, hopefully ending their lives. He needed, wanted, them gone. He would return home as a... hero. The opposite of what he had been before he was drafted into the war. Thrust into the ranks; told by Konoha that if he didn't help that he'd taste a swift death. Oh, he wanted to take the latter, but that damn woman just wouldn't stand for that. She proclaimed from her fucking balcony that if anyone, she meant anyone even the precious Uchiha, touched him, then they would taste a slow, painful death. He had watched her with bemused eyes; she was a no one in the village, maybe even placed as low as he.
But yet, that woman stood up there, proclaimed that she would harm anyone that touched him. To allow her to maybe sleep a few hours at night, he accepted the drafting into the ranks. He'd fight; he'd kill. Not for them but for her. It was crazy to say that he would do that, but that girl was just so damn infuriating and he loved it. He closed his eyes and thought of her red, red eyes. Those eyes were mystic and had a power all their own. He opened his eyes; the thought of her not escaping him. He looked to the left, then the right before he started on his way back to Konoha... his home.
He felt himself dragging his feet slowly. It was a painfully slow gait that he maintained until he reached the Konoha gates, along with almost sixty other survivors. This count was out of around a hundred and fifty. From her balcony, he bet that she could see him coming, or sense him. Either way once he held up a weak hand to the gate keepers who were prepared to attack the one soldier that had fought against their enemies and won the fight for them. It was a planned homicide. He could tell before they even opened the gates.
Luckily for him, a red haired girl ran through the small slit that the door had opened to allow the soldiers to enter one by one. The guards watched with annoyed expressions as she threw herself into his arms; ending their chances at ending his life. Her red eyes searched his tired cyan colored ones, "You came back."
He was amused slightly at this comment. The wonder in her voice was just too much to bear. He let something escape him and wrapped his arms around her. "Yes, I came... home." Her eyes widened before they slipped shut as she settled herself in his arms.
And maybe he was crazy, but he may be, just may be able to live here. As long as she keep up her infuriating, amusing act.