Thoughts of her were clouding his better judgement.
He couldn't throw straight.
Aim precisely.
OR
Think clearly.
…
She was always appearing in his mind's eye.
Pink
Red
Green
White
He was sweating.
His seventeen-year-old body couldn't shake her out of his system.
Always appearing to him, be it in his dreams, when not convulsing with nightmares of the past, or be it in wake.
Dawn was painting the sky…
The sky was a canvas…
The clouds and lighting were paintbrushes…
God was the artist…
And people took one look at the sky and were inspired…
It was God's fault…
He made that woman…
The woman who couldn't leave his mind…
The woman whowouldn't leave his mind...
Leave his thoughts…
Leave his heart--
She was his obsession…
His universal rule was faltering…
He was becoming soft…surrendering to the sight of her pink tresses, pale face with barely-noticed rosy cheeks…
It was Law after all..
Shinobi must never fall in love..
Love
Weakness
His weakness…
My Cherry blossom…
His?
My?
She was his ultimate weakness…
Plaguing his mind; even the mere mental image of her was corrupting him...
...never fall in Love...
Alas, there goes the judge
Punisher is here, Sasuke-kun
And the verdict…
You're--
…guilty…
