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Naruto
Demon.
Monster.
Killer.
Are those the only words they think I am? What about being brilliant?
Resourceful? Determined? Loyal?
Is it my fault that the Kyuubi was sealed inside of me? Am I was supposed to be tortured and looked down upon because I hold the Kyuubi who was A demon?
A monster?
A killer?
Why am I blamed for killing families when all I did was be born? Is it my fault the I had This demon,
This monster,
This killer,
Imprisoned in me against my will? Without my consent? How is that my fault?
Stupid bastards...
Kakashi
Kakashi, you idiot!
Where have you been?
Nani? What's this about a funeral?
You have a sister? Yeah, right.
Kakashi, you pervert!
Why do you read that stuff?
All those naked men and women.
Sheesh, that's gotta be scary!
Kakashi, we're not scared!
Why are we still having D rank missions when you know We're stronger than that!
Kakashi, what's with that eye?
It looks really weird!
Does reading Icha Icha Paradise do that do a guy?
Oh...It helps you become stronger...well, I want one too!!
Sakura
Sakura, my love!
I've come to save you from That cold, heartless bastard We like to call Sasuke!
What? Don't you want to be spared?
Ewww, he was gonna kiss you!
Just to let you know,
He's not a very good kisser!
Owww! What was that for,
Dear Sakura-chan?
Sasuke's not worth all this fuss!
I, however, am a different matter!
Tsk, tsk, I hope she didn't mean that,
That I'm just a stupid demon fox.
I wonder if she meant that?
Is she like all the rest?
Sasuke
I hate you.
You get all the girls;
You're stronger than me,
And I hate you for that.
Sometimes, you deserve to be Kicked into next week,
But sometimes I could've sworn I saw something human.
I hate you.
You get all the girls;
You're stronger than me,
And I hate you for that.
You say I'm weak?
Well, I show you!
You think I'm too slow?
Well, I'll fix that!
I hate you.
You get all the girls;
You're stronger than me,
And I hate you for that.
Yet in a way, we're similar.
We're orphans, alone in the world.
And there's a mask hiding our inner selves,
The selves that are completely different from the facades we put on.
I hate you.
You get all the girls.
I hate you,
But in a weird sorta way, we're one in the same.