Hey guys, so, um this is awkward since I have become officially the worst updater in the history of the world ever. There's more information on my page for the people who want to know details, but for those who don't - I'm sorry, I was (And still am!) busy, but I will finish all the stories I have started - including this one.
I didn't want to do things like this for this story - put AN's in - but I have to because the naruto character list has, to be frank, gotten completely out of control.
SO out of control, in fact, that I have been trying to find something -ANYTHING- on this Kota character for about two months, and I haven't found anything. Not a picture, not a quote, not anything! at all! All I know is he is a character from Naruto! And dude, come on, he was already on the naruto character list, so I kinda figured that already.
So unless you guys can help me with him, I can't actually write anything about him - because I know nothing about him!
Now I want to get all the characters down, but it's gotten so insane that I can't find information on all the characters, so I'm afraid...some i will have to skip. I will write the ones I possibly can! But I'm afraid for people like Kota, it'll be impossible for me to do drabbles :(
So I'm going to skip and write the next character in the list. And so on and so forth, until the end - and then maybe go back and try the ones that popped up after I started this thing, and then it will be over.
I'm pretty sure that at the end of this project, there will be more chapters then any other fic I know of :P
SO - just letting you know, this is how it will roll.
Now because I feel bad for Kota, I will do a quick drabble that doesn't really say much about him as a person, just to make up for it - and then I'll get started on my next chapter :)
The thing he hates most about all of it - the pain, the war, the blood, the tears - is that it has nothing to do with him, really. He doesn't want to be here, he doesn't want to know about this, he doesn't want to do anything.
But he has to suck it up, and take it like a man, because in the end that's what he is.
He is a man without a name, without a purpose, without (even) a shadow. He is a man no one will remember, no one will cry for, no one will think about.
The blood on his hands looked translucent in the night and made his skin seem far too pale. He remembers times when he could sleep at night, but they're so far away and such a distant memory he has trouble deciding if they were dreams or not.
It's not fair, he tells himself, because he's just like them, isn't he? He tastes and feels and sees, he thinks and kills, he is - just like they are - just like HE does -
But he is not him; and no matter how hard he tries, it's the golden ones that shine. And he is not golden. He is tin, and dull, and discardable.
He knows how pathetic it is, that even in his own life, he isn't the main character.
But he has to suck it up, and take it like a man. Because, in the end, that's all he is.
And all he will ever be.
