Memories.
Black, black, black as sin
Hair split across a pillow.
Red, red, red as blood
Surprisingly like his brother's.
White, white, white as marble
Never pure, his eyes ask too much.
Blue, blue, blue as water
Shifting – burning, he can feel it.
Pink, pink, pink as rose
This, he thinks, unites them.
Kankarou can remember, just barely, back to before his little – no, younger, He was never little – brother was still innocent to the world around him. He remembers, and regrets. Regrets never helping him up, regrets never letting Him play with him, regrets that was so easy to look away, to ignore as light blue eyes slowly darkened and filled with green.
Kankarou regrets.
Temari can remember too, or at least, she thinks she can. She should be able too, she's older then Kankarou, but she still isn't sure on some things. She can remember going to see a little baby with a mop of red hair, and her mother smiling tiredly at her, just before they were taken away. She can remember her mother saying:
'This is your younger brother. Look after him.'
Temari refuses.
Neji can remember the first time they met. Back when they were younger, so much younger, both in mind and body. Neji didn't pay too much attention to the physical aspect of the others, but he would have to be blind to miss Him. He was beautiful, appealing to Neji's sense of danger as well as fragility. It was –hell, still is- a heady mix.
Neji lusts.
Naruto can remember a young boy who was so starved for attention that he decided to kill everyone that threatened his fragile existence, for any attention thrown at all as attention, affirmation of His existence. Even now Naruto looks back at the way He used to be, and cries inside because it's scary –not that he would ever admit that out loud- how similar they are, and how easily he could have turned out like Him. It's not a pretty thought.
Naruto shakes.
Sasuke can just remember Him the first time everyone met Him. After all, he was knocked out for most of the matches. He remembers Him as an excellent fighter, one with power. Everyone's afraid of Him, and Sasuke wishes that people would treat him like that. Imagine if he had that much power…
Sasuke envies.
Lee remembers Him excellently. It was he that Lee used his secret weapon against; he is the one who crushed Lee's arm and leg. Lee doesn't mind that too much though, because it is punishment for failing to win. Excellent punishment, much better then five hundred push ups, but, Lee admits, at the moment he would rather do the five hundred push ups.
Lee forgives.
Yellow, yellow, yellow as sand
Curling around their ankles
Green, green, green as emerald
Silk an interesting contrast
Orange, orange, orange as lust
Clouding their thoughts – so hot…
Purple, purple, purple as dusk
A beautiful time in the desert
Rainbow, rainbow, rainbow like flashes
The afterglow is worth it.
A/N: If you didn't get it, His, Him etc is Gaara. I had his eyes go from blue to bluey-green as green as green is the colour of envy, and let's face it, He spends most of his life envying people.
The poem thingy is NejiGaa, but the pairing of the story is sorta LeeGaa … Lee was the only nice one … so I don't know where to put it …