~White, like winter snow~
He failed. Failed his Sensei. Failed his village… he failed his students. He couldn't uphold his teacher's expectations… couldn't uphold his village's basic principles… he couldn't even uphold his own beliefs he imparted onto his students.
He should've, could've done more… didn't. The tension, the danger, the consequences… failed. All this time, he saw underneath nothing… blind.
His motto... his beliefs... they were like hollow lies. Words he said, but didn't mean. Words... he wanted to mean. He wanted to say he believed in himself, that he believed in those around him. That he believed that Teamwork was all it took to make a good team of ninja, that Team 7 was a happy team. A functional team. He knew, though, deep down... it all meant nothing. It was just that. Words. Phrases. Things he said to make everything seem better. But teamwork was only good, when you had the skills to use it with... he had no faith in himself, not after this. No faith in those around him, as they were just like him. He furiously tried to convince himself, that Team 7 would return to it's happy days, but he knew it was just a lie.
How could they return to something that never existed?
Naruto was still alive… gravely wounded, but alive. The hole in his shoulder was slowly healing even as he rushed back to Konoha, his pride left in pieces behind him.
~Chasing after Dawn's first Glow~
A/N: Yes, it's me, with another one-shot series.
It's based on a poem I wrote during Life Skills Class. I called it 'Colours of Seven', because not only did it have Seven colours... in hindsight, with a few minor alterations it could clearly be interpreted as pertaining to Team Seven itself. Which I find somewhat scary seeing as that was never my original intention. Still, I like it.
To be honest though, this is the only part of the poem that references Kakashi. The rest, is mainly Naruto, Sasuke, and Sakura.