Sharingan is red
Rasengan is blue
I don't own Naruto
So you cannot sue :D
I started scratching random haiku one day while I was supposed to be paying attention in English class. I took the best from my notebook and decided to share them with teh Internets for teh lulz. :)
For some reason or another, I've always seen Itachi as someone who writes a lot. Speaking from experience, writing is a good way to let out bottled up emotions without having to deal with the source.
Yes, I know this is a rather optimistic view of what happens at the end of Naruto, but I'm in a good mood XD I also made a point of not mentioning WHO Sasuke married- use your imagination :)
So, without further ado, we shall proceed :) Please review when you finish, and thanks so much for reading :D
Following Itachi's death, Sasuke was allowed to look through his older brother's belongings to see what he wanted to keep and what should be thrown away. Going through his bedroom, Sasuke realized that there were very few things his brother kept at all. His room was more like a prison cell than anything- dark, cramped, and dreary.
Besides his weapons, all Sasuke found that was worth keeping was a single, leather bound notebook. Itachi had kept a record of his emotions. Of the things he'd done and the things he hated, but also the things he loved. Sasuke saved these pages for himself.
Near the back of the notebook, however, Sasuke found a collection of poems Itachi had written, in increasingly sloppy handwriting as his eyes began to fail. Several of the pages were spotted with blood, unwritten testimony to the illness that took his life.
When Sasuke returned to Konoha (and he did return, eventually), he published these poems for the village to see, to share the secret thoughts of Konoha's unspoken hero. The villagers greeted it with anger at first, but when the truth about Itachi finally got out, this small collection of hastily scrawled haiku became some of the most beloved writings in Konoha.
Sasuke settled down and had children of his own, and named his oldest son Itachi. He never told a soul why he published his brother's writings- but maybe he didn't need to.
These poems are still in Konoha's bookstore and library- a small, red and black volume entitled:
On Life, Love, and War
-Haiku from the Pen of Uchiha Itachi
On War
War-
Bodies piling up
Warm blood dripping from their wounds
Tears I dare not cry
Blood-
Pulsing through my heart
Warm and red and so alive
Dripping from my hands
Killing-
I've killed so many
What is taking one more life?
A worse seat in Hell.
Peace-
A moment in time
Before more fighting breaks out
Fragile and fleeting
On Family
The odd one out-
Always the black sheep
I don't think they like me much
Always in the dark
Sasuke-
A brilliant smile
Trusting me, drawing me close
My precious brother.
Mother-
Pulling me in close
Chasing all my fears away
Body on the floor
Father-
Stern, disapproving
Yet, he's always there for me
"That's my boy-" indeed.
On Emotions
Hatred-
A boiling rage
Bottled up til it explodes
Anger that I hide.
Love-
Trembling hands reaching
Touching, grabbing breathlessly
Electricity
Fear-
My skin is tingling
My heart pounds out of my chest
Trapped in a nightmare
Sorrow-
Heart breaks, body aches
Screaming where no one can hear
Some wounds can't be seen.
On Life
Living-
A fleeting moment
Like sand on a wave-swept beach
All is washed away.
Dying-
Shinigami come
Take me now, I am weary
Give me peace at last
My Heart
Fickle time keeper
Each beat buys another breath
Another moment
Exhaustion-
Running right through me
Weariness that does not end
I'll sleep when I die
On Love
Sex-
Fierce hungry kisses
Sweat-slicked skin, the smell of love
Simple ecstasy
Lovers-
Someone to hold you
Someone to soothe your anger
Until they leave you.
Kissing-
Lips touch and fears flee
I can let my safeguards down
In my lover's arms
On Friendship
Friends-
Someone to lean on
Someone who confides in you
They will cry with you
Shisui-
Warm hands that comfort
Curly hair and laughing eyes
Corpse in the river.
On Akatsuki
Kisame-
Tall and foreboding
Strong and fearsome and fearless
Bearer of my trust
Deidara-
Bright, young and reckless
Falling for my parlor tricks
Too easily fooled
Konan-
Silent and lonely
Doing what the leader asks
chasing after ghosts
Kakuzu-
A stingy miser
Grumpy, crotchety old man
Always so angry
Hidan-
Eyes of a mad man
Longing to shed someone's blood
Even if it's his
Pain-
Our quiet leader
Searching for a noble dream
In all the wrong ways
On Konoha
Hokage-
Defenseless old fool
Quick to take an easy path
Send me to slaughter
Danzo-
Heartless, petty, cruel
Taking til there's nothing left
Hatred consumes me.
The Hidden Leaf-
Keep secrets quiet
Know your place and follow laws
And yet it is home
On Nature
The Moon-
Cold, cruel and distant
Mocking me with her caress
Holds me so lonely
Cranes-
Tall, slim and graceful
Flying past any worries
Symbols of my hope
Crows-
Dark and foreboding
Stoic guardians of night
Quiet companions