Happy birthday to me,
Dark, like always, so dark, too dark, but I can see, can, can see the face, my face, not, no, not my face, not, not…
Food, several, many, many, many, times, brief light, then food, some food, no one to talk to, all alone, so alone! no, not alone, he's here, the face, my friend, doesn't say much, 'cept in my head, not really, no, he's real!
But… Am I?
Happy birthday to me,
Door opening, but no light, odd, usually, there's light, then food, then no light, but no light? Then.. Then.. My prison is opened. They bring me out. Am I free? No, not free, they say I'm about to fulfill my purpose, my only purpose for living. I have a purpose?
Kill the mist, kill, end, destroy, all of the village members, all of them, go, they say, and I do, I go to kill, end, destroy. Two people, one tall, one not, big one with a sword. Mist? No, not mist, not mist they say, and I continue, but I feel the short one looking at me. Odd, no one used to look at me.
Then I find the mist, and kill the mist, as much as I can, but there's so many!! So many!! Too many, too many to kill, an I run, I run away, my purpose unfulfilled, lost, erased…
What is my purpose now? I ask the flower, I ask why it lives, why it exists, but it doesn't answer, why doesn't it answer? A man appears, tall, and he reminds me of the long green thing I saw once with no legs, all slither and hiss, that tried to bite me, but he gives me a purpose. I am to serve him. I am happy. I have a reason to be alive.
Happy birthday
Pain erupts in my lungs, too much to ignore like before, and I cough up blood. I fall to the ground, and I can feel Orochimaru looking at me, and I feel I have failed. I was supposed to serve him, to be his new body when the time came, but I can't, can't fulfill my purpose ill.
I wait. I feel the medicine in my veins, feel the odd, alien chakra flowing through my body, keeping me alive, but not healing me, and I wait. Kabuto then, telling me the news, telling me that I have been replaced by a Sasuke, but Sasuke's body was becoming hard to obtain, and I know my purpose yet again. I am not fit, not a good replacement for my master, but this Sasuke, he must be perfect, and Orochimaru deserves the best. I get up. I ignore the pain.
To Kimimaro
I run after my master's body, fighting, ignoring the pain, I must go on. I have a purpose. I am stopped by a green ninja, green like the leaves of the village he is from, and I fight, but he is weak, and I nearly defeat him. Another appears. Hair like blood, like the blood soaked into the sand he fought with, moving by its own will, attacking, feinting, beating me back, and back, but I fight more, and more, and more pain to ignore, I have a purpose, Orochimaru MUST get that body.
He is too strong, stronger than I am. I fight, but it will end soon.
At the last, I rise up. I have a purpose…
Happy birthday, to me.
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A tribute to this underappreciated character. For Writer of Roses, I hope I nearly, sorta, kinda did the dear heart justice. Happy Birthday Kimimaro, June 15th, 2009