Don't own Naruto, never will
You'll have to fill in the blanks yourself, because I don't think I can make a full length story out of this piece.
Please enjoy! (Ack! I spend too much time working at KFC if I'm saying that in a fanfic!)
Did you ever say much, really, or was it all just noise to cover the silence?
How much did we really know about you?
We all thought you were happy, that your smile was as real as your hair was bright.
We all thought we knew you, but did we?
You never told us where you lived, never invited us around, but we never wondered why.
Did you ever truly open up to us, or did you hide behind a happy mask as surely as Kakashi hides behind his cloth one?
Were you truly as loud as Kiba, or were you as silent as Neji?
How much did you see with those bright eyes of yours? How many secrets did you keep from us?
Looking back now, I realise how little you said about yourself. We knew you loved ramen and the colour orange, and your favourite animals are toads, but beyond that we truly knew little.
You were a prankster, but not for the laughs. Shishou once told me that children prefer to be praised than to be punished, but prefer to be punished than ignored. That's why you played pranks, isn't it? So that we wouldn't ignore you.
You're gone now, leaving only memories in your wake.
We're all waiting for you to come back to us, hoping that you'll be back soon.
You never gave us any warning that you were leaving us behind. Or did you, and we never noticed?
Temari says Gaara has a permanent "report location" order for you, so that if anyone finds you he will know. Shishou has one too, with a "retrieve alive" order attached to it just in case.
I'm scared that someone will find your corpse somewhere, someday, and bring that cursed necklace back to Konoha around your cold neck.
How can someone say so little, when they say so much?
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