Author's Note: A drabbley sort of Gai thing. My mom wouldn't let me go to church, so I stole her favorite song writer's lyrics. POO ON YOU, SUSAN! Wah-ha-ha!
They say love makes the world go around. Or money. I don't know. Such parables are child's things to toy with, written by stuffy philosophers who are actually paid to think.
Well, in a free moment, I've decided to muse on this exact platitude. In a single second, between worrying about my students and if this means my eternal rival has beaten me, this chestnut came to mind.
Love makes the world go around. What shit.
Some false emotion derived from a need for contact doesn't make the earth spin on it's axis in heavenly accompaniment with other celestial bodies.
Love is weakness, or fuel, whatever way you look at it. My young student Lee believes love drives you on, inspiring you to work hard to protect whatever you feel for. My eternal rival believes attachments weaken you, because ties hurt when broken.
I think I spent my 26 years somewhere between beliefs, floating lazily on the current, blind with ignorance.
So, whatever love means, or if it makes you strong doesn't matter. What matters is it doesn't make the shinobi world go around. True, it may spin the world of optimistically high airheads, but in my world, that emotion is irrelevant and to be overlooked.
My world, the shinobi's world, is rotated by lies.
Lies that tie temporary political holds, lies that keep wars from occurring, lies that keep the higher government statuses blissfully unaware while undercurrents of deception keep entire nations above water.
Lies make the ninja world go around.
Lies keep ninja soldiers alive, lies keep me a jounin, lies make me a teacher, lies tutor my students. I am tangled in the web of shinobi life, and the spider has come home to roost, and feed upon my toxic duplicity.
The lies we tell, the lies we believe, the lies we live by.
They will eventually collapse in on themselves with years of trying to cover them up, they will destroy us, they will kill us. They will ruin us.
Lies like we are not to feel. We are tools of war and nothing more. Lies like when you kill a man, you are to wipe your hands and continue on, and ignore the fact you just committed an unspeakable crime. Little white lies like that that grow into entire fields of weeds, strangling and tangling you until you disappear under the canopy of your own deception.
It's a lie, a kiss with open eyes. And yet shinobi blatently take the sweet bait, like fish. And what's worse is we all know. We all know the lies we swallow, and the ones we tell. And yet we keep going, walking, talking, living, doing our "duties" as ninjas. Pawns in a game with no players.
I will be another casualty in about another minute. The regularity of my heart is slowing. Poison courses through numbed limbs, and the cries of my fallen comrades reach my ears, but of course they go in one ear and out the other, because I believed the lies.
They will destroy us. They will ruin us.
And when my body lies in the ruins of the lies that nearly ruined me, will you pick up the pieces that were pure and true, breathe your life into them, and set them free?
A/N: Review. Please. -sick puppy eyes-