Disclaimer: Yes, I do not own Naruto. And yes, in my dreams, I'd like to pretend I do.
Summary: Series of drabbles Lines. Shapes. Shadings. Every stroke in a vast white canvas, independent of each other, creates a world that surpasses the boundaries of any physical medium. Various pairings, what comes and goes. Let the art begin.
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Chapter
04 : Of Smiles and Deaths
By
makka na yuki
229
words
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"Tell me, Gaara" Sakura barely whispered as she covered another comrade's face with white cloth "How long did it take for you to get used to staring at death in the face?"
The sand ninja understood the hidden meaning behind her words. How many died in your hands? He almost flinched as the memories came rushing back - his playmates' terrified faces, his father's scornful gaze, the villagers' fearful eyes, the assassins who visited him every night. Yashamaru...
He grew up surpassing everyone's expectations and still ended up as too much of a disappointment.
Ironic.
It if had been up to him, he wouldn't have given her a direct answer. He would've walked out the small hospital, leaving the question hanging as it is.
But the way she looked at him, a knowing look that expected no answer… eyes bright pools of emerald. Maybe, just maybe, he thought, swirled emotions silently reaching out…
"Not long. The stench of blood is... overwhelming..." he finished hesitantly. He was not one for words.
She nodded at him, and gave him a smile... a sad small smile that says she understands… understood the way he had to turn himself into the beast that he is to stop the insanity... the voice constantly growling in his head… the urge to kill...
"You're not a monster, Gaara"
And that's all he ever needed to stay.
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Author's Notes: Hummm.. planned to make it really longer, but got lazy cause of the noise and fireworks and all. Happy happy happy coming of 2007 to everybody. Hohoho.
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