something old, something new; something borrowed, something blue
The bride always walks down the aisle.
It's something familiar, something he's gone through again and again. It's what he can't seem to get out of his head, what he can't seem to get past. By now its instinctive like breathing, natural like dying. It's a picture of blood spattering as Aniki does something incomprehensible, as their bodies start to cool.
Its something foreign, something he doesn't understand and doesn't think he ever will. It's what scares him deep down inside, the one thing he can never accept. It's Naruto with his genuine, joyful smile for no reason, it's Sakura with the innocent love that never goes away, it's Kakashi who manages to teach even when he doesn't.
Its something like failure, something that goes wrong and always goes wrong. It's him striving for everything and falling short. It's being so small while the world is so big; it's being so horrible when he needs to be great. It's Itachi breaking his wrist and leaving him behind again, it's Naruto bursting open the water tank when he only makes a dent, and it's Sakura wearing bruises like they've always been there.
It's something frozen, something that never changes, something stuck forever. It's something icy and cold and painful, something suspended in time and nature.
It's something like Sasuke.