The Seven Sins.

Wrath.

Disc: ARGHH! WHY DON'T I OWN NARUTO!? GODDD DAMN ITTTT! (hyperventilates)

A/N: This is the first A/N this whole series. I was hoping to not have one, but seeing as this was the story being plagiarized (oh noesss!) I figured I should probably write something here. Firstly, plagiarism is not acceptable. It's disgusting and horrid and I'm very confused as to why someone would want to steal another person's work.

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Secondly, those who took the time to make me aware of this situation, I thank you x a gazillion because you are all amazing and I'm glad you enjoy my story and review (yippee!) because it means the world to me. Thank yousss!


Wrath was bizarrely Sai's sin.

He was supposed to be emotionless but who was going to stop him? Danzou couldn't do a damn thing, he'd already screwed his position up enough. So here Sai was, feeling oddly close to an emotion.

He knew he had to be because he was extraordinarily familiar with the feeling of feeling nothing. Err. Yeah. It was just this desolate feeling that lingered inside of him- as if he was hollow.

He knew what pain felt like, but was that really an emotion? Sakura had spoken to him about pain once. They'd been sitting under a large willow tree and she'd been healing his side where he'd taken a kunai deep beneath the ribs. She had said that there were two kinds of pain. One pain was the icky feeling you got when you stubbed your toe or when you per say, took a kunai to the ribs. But the other pain was something that hurt, deep inside of you. Something lingering and aching, twisting your insides and squeezing.

And then she had gone off on some medical speech about why you should dodge oncoming weapons because of all the bacteria they carried. Did she think he had wanted it to hit him? He was a ninja.

Getting hurt in the battle was a no-no. It usually happened but most liked to try and avoid it at all costs.

He'd been learning about emotions a lot lately. Yamoto had told him one day that he looked happy. Happy? He knew it was the name of an emotion but how does one feel happy? And why?

He'd listened closely as Yamoto had patiently explained it to him. In the end, he'd gotten the concept, but didn't have a grasp on what the feeling really was. It was like learning to speak a new language- you tried and it just didn't come out right the first couple of tries.

Cause you know. If you didn't have all the pieces, you couldn't talk fluently. It was similar. He didn't have all the feelings sorted out, so he didn't know what he was feeling, much less if he was feeling at all.

One feeling he did know, was disappointment. He was used to it- he'd been disappointing people since he was a boy. He just…didn't remember who those people were, how he was disappointing them or when that had been. So what?

At least he remembered the feeling.

Feeling in itself was quite something. It was different than feeling 'the wind in your hair' or 'the sweat on your brow'. It was something inside. Something darkly beautiful and equally dangerous. It was intense and demanding and straining and everything else that life itself was.

And Sai just could not get a grasp on it.

Feeling certain emotions in the right situations was like trying to hold onto an oiled duck.

Slippery.

Difficult.

…Unlikely.

And down right strange.

Not only that, he was caught in-between his duty and wanting to feel something. He wanted to be poignant, he wanted to communicate his determination and his love like Naruto did and he wanted to express his heightened feeling of caring towards another person like Sakura did and he wanted to convey his driven need for something like Sasuke did for his revenge.

He wanted to feel, really he did.

But he just couldn't figure it out.

Sai looked around the table at his companions. It was their turn to guess his sin, and no one had said a word. Sakura looked thoughtful (well, as thoughtful as she could look, falling out of her chair and clambering half on top of the Uchiha. Who oddly didn't look like he minded too much.) and he figured that if anyone would guess his sin, it would be her.

Naruto was staring quite blankly at him, and Shikamaru had fallen asleep again, Ino still on his lap. The pineapple haired male had his head on her shoulder, and she looked much calmer than she had twenty minutes before. She was running her fingers through his hair slightly, cooing at Sakura from across the table.

Sai thought he wanted that, too. He could tell they cared unjustly for each other. He could tell Ino and Shikamaru liked each other more than they let on, and that Sakura was still in love with the Uchiha, despite how much she denied it. He could tell Naruto was still in love with Sakura and that she liked him as well. He could see the original team seven getting closer and closer together each day.

He wanted that, so badly.

Just to have someone feel for him the way that they felt about each other. The way Sakura felt about the Uchiha, and the way Naruto felt about Sakura. Hell, he wouldn't even mind some brotherly 'love', whatever love was. He just knew he wanted something that felt like love.

Something.

Anything.

God, please.

He was just so used to not having anyone, that now he'd grown so attached to Naruto and Sakura, that he didn't think he'd want to give them back to Sasuke. They were his comrades, his friends, his buddies.

Actually, he was (well, as close as he could possibly be to being it--) pissed. What gave the Uchiha the right to come back and steal his new friends? He'd left of his own accord, so he didn't deserve them anymore!

Agh.

Okay, so that was a little dramatic, a little mean, but what did Sai care?

He knew they'd been chasing after the boy forever and ever, but what about him now? Were they just going to cast him to the side? Act like he'd never been apart of their team? The thought just infuriated him (of course, he didn't know what he was feeling, he just knew that he was feeling something).

Sai knew he could move on from it, but he didn't want to. He didn't freaking want to. He wanted to stay with those people that had grown on him and cared about him and healed him and taught him. But he knew that he wouldn't be allowed to stay.

So yeah. He wanted to dwell on that feeling inside of him- that feeling of displeasure. That bad, unhappy, churning feeling in his gut.

He wanted to be angry. He wanted to be wrathful.


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