A/N: So the other day I was scrolling through a theme/prompt list thing... yea. Any who the point is that while I was going through it I was inspired to write. And voila, The Sharpest lives was born. There's more to come. Reviews are welcomed ;) Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
Warnings: Kinda angsty. Questioning of faith. Un-betad, so all mistakes are mine
Rating: T
323. I believe in God. I can hear him laughing at me.
I stood in the middle of the Academy's playground and stared blankly at my classmate when he asked me if I believed in God. At the moment I didn't know how to respond. I was a child who had lost his father recently. A child who never really knew the love of a mother. A child who was froced to protect a weakling, the same weakling who was the cause of death of my father. A child who was cursed by destiny, and was reminded of it everytime I looked at the mirror and saw the wretched cage bird mark on my forehead. How could I believe in higher power, who people claimed to be a loving and compassionate God, when my life was but a taragdey. But as I though about it further I realized that there must be a God, because only someone with the power to create the cosmos would be able to make my life a living hell for his or her own amusement. My life was a sick joke for God's entertainmenet.
"Yea, I believe in God. I can hear him laughing at me."