Rage.
All encompassing rage, with a dash of hatred and a splash of grief.
It makes it rather hard to feel anything else, sans a bit of amusement or annoyance.
Sometimes I am capable of feeling a little self-loathing or sorrow, but I generally shove that away as fast as I can. If I focus on anything other than my rage and hatred, then I will never be strong enough. So I dont.
(Sometimes...)
People like Uzumaki Naruto allow me to feel disgust .I wish that he didn't.
Irritation is something else he brings with him, almost as much as that created by the flighty fan girls that stalk me. Nasty things.
(...when I allow myself,...)
I focus my energy into training, unlike the children that I find myself surrounded by. They are much too busy running around, playing at being ninjas.
Fools.
They don't realize that they will never be strong. They don't have enough hate.
(...I dream of peace.)
I find it easier to sleep after I train.
Then I don't dream.
(I dream of peace.)
Civilians disgust me.
They walk around, safe in their ignorance and delusions. They still believe in heros and love. They believe in happiness and peace.
What childish ideals.
(I dream of peace .)
I sometimes allow myself to dwell upon my past.
I look back at what and who I once was and feel disgust. Childhood is a lie, a mirage of self-delusion and innocence.
(I dream of peace.)
The follies of youth still plague me sometimes.
(I DREAM OF PEACE!)
Sometimes, I long for the days of such ignorance.
It is but a pipe dream.
(Then I wake up.)