Chloe Van Tassel
February 6, 2009
English
A World Still in its Infancy
Now that eight of the nine have been caught
The world will sit in sorrowful silence for
Three days within the large cavern
The statue will stand demons opening
Its eyes one by one, the ten fingers, supporting
Ten humans, for they all are ready to serve
Only brought together to pull the demon from inside
They would all wait as they were ordered to
That was the only reason they were here
They all had been recruited to complete one mission.
The mission their leader had given them.
They came from different corners of the world.
One was from Yugakure no Sato the village
That no longer existed except for the massacred bodies of the neighbors
Another reigns from Sunagakure no Sato, the village that is hidden
In the desert the winds making the sands dance
Like the sands of time they would always be dancing
The oldest of us all came from Takigakure no Sato
The village he comes from is a beautiful village
The land is sweet and pure water always running clean,
One would wonder how it fell to disorder so quickly
A traveler came from a long distance away
The village was always fogged over by rain as it constantly
Poured down, drowning all sense of difference
There was a treasurer in the group
He was a tall and quiet man
When asked who he was he said his name was Kakuzu,
Then he would simply walk away.
Sort of rude, if you ask me, but he was rich.
Well, from what I saw he was rich,
But he didn't look it.
He had simple attire
A shirt that left the four masks on his back showing
A pair of pants to match
A sash that wound around his waist to hold the shirt in its stitched place
All were black in color
I suspect it may have had been because he simply
Couldn't be brought to spending money on cleaning often
He always seemed to not want to be seen
He always had on a mask
Only left his eyes showing, other then that from what I could tell
He must have been
strong
he was a man who always seemed to be alone, and if not he
was only around woman
Who wanted him for his money
To get it from him by using dirty tricks and double crosses
He never fell for them; never let them touch his money
The oldest of us, and he spends his days in his room,
Counting the same pile of bills all the time
Making sure they are all still there, that no one has stolen from him
His anger would be something to fear
He's like a snake almost his eyes are oddly colored
Always coiled, ready to strike, get to close and you get a warning
Push him further, and you will meet your maker, which is why
He was exiled from so many villages and he killed so many because of it
There was another man, more artful looking
Much smaller then the treasurer.
He said he was a puppeteer
His name is Sasori. He is from Sunagakure no Sato,
A village that is located in the desert. He has flame red hair
It clashes violently with his pale skin. On his heart
There is, supposedly, the kanji for scorpion.
The letters are the color of blood, it matches his hair.
He doesn't talk very loudly, his voice is quiet
He seems to give an impression of power.
He carries his puppets with him; he treats them as if they were humans.
It's a bit strange, unlike anyone else here
This traveling has a lot of money
But he spends more money on keeping his
Puppets in proper order
Then he spends on himself. He didn't wear fancy clothing
No shirt leaving his polished torso shown to the world
His pants were simply a humanistic want to be like everyone else
For his body was made of wood
Wood that was carefully carved to resemble a humans, to try to give it
A life to live
But just a bit too perfect, the curves were unnaturally natural
The wooden eyes were creepy, but I suppose they kept people away from him
Something he seemed to not care about, woman never went near him
Maybe he didn't care because he didn't want them
He was a puppet after all, the only living part his still beating heart
The puppets he controlled all shared the trains with him, but he was
The puppet master, he pulled the strings from behind the scenes and he
Controlled the world around him as he wanted to, he had hundreds of puppets
He could make himself a world of hollow, soulless, puppet
He could make them dance.
A woman named Konan is here to,
I am not sure what she does
She is very proper, she will sit silently
Observe the world around her with an aura of being all knowing
Her hair is an amazing shade of blue which matches the color
Of her lips and eyes which sparkle like the distant stars of night
She rarely speaks, unless it is to defend another
Pein, there are rumors that she likes him
But I don't see it, some say it is
Unrequited love
She doesn't seem to show much love towards him, he is a powerful man
He doesn't know how to return her looks and motions
Pein is the only one she will crack through her shell for
She will stand up for him, he will let her
A careful balance between the two
Konan is dressed in clothing that shows off her wealth
Her body is clad in a flowing cobalt dress, the color making her look
Paler then she is, drawing attention to the dip of her collar bones
But it is rare that people look there unless
They are drunken fools and then, only then,
Will Pein come to help her, or so he says and she claims
There is a flower in her hair at all times
A beautiful white flower, made of paper the folds sharp and perfect
A new flower every day, by the end of the day it will be crumpled and broken
Like many things about the blue woman, crumpled and broken
A new start, new flower, each day, a new beginning
She comes from Amegakure no Sato, a village that is drowned in rain
A constant down pour of the Gods' tears
She knows what a truth is and what is a lie, she has learned over the years
I suspect this is why people avoid her.
She can pick the lies from the truth; she will know how you work.
She is like the rain the village is named for; she knows what happens around her
And if the fall of rain is disrupted or a lie is made.
She will find them
The last of this group is a religious man
He has a different god
A different set of morals, of good and bad
His name is Hidan; he is not the most pleasurable of people I have spent time around
His words are always held together with curses
And the name of his God, Jashin.
When others talk he doesn't listen
All he seems to hear is the constant drabble of his own voice
He is dressed simply and arrogantly
He goes with just dusky pants with a loose fitting shirt
Over that is his bag, and around his neck
His pendant, the one thing he seems to value more then himself
A mere object
Then again, with him, he carries his appearance in high regard
It is as if his body is a temple, he feels the need to
Be in perfect image before he is ready to start his day, always
Ready to impress the girls, and trick them just to
Pull away from them before they can sink their teeth
Into his pale flesh
This man doesn't have much money; he begs and steals to get money for
Whatever he thinks are his daily needs are
He had traveled the world, seen all the different lands
Except his own, he left his village
And as a goodbye he left the village massacred and destroyed
No one came after him, he did what he wanted
Now he is here with us, just for fun
For his own pleasure, like most things he does,
All for himself
Akatsuki, red mood, dawn
This is what we will be known as, people will learn
To fear the name, they will succumb to our infinite power
The power that was given to us by the nine demons
And we will teach the world what is meant by the word "Pein"
For only then can the world truly under stand peace
And the world will become one and be united under
A single power