Shikamaru is a cloud.
Shikamaru is a cloud, floating lazily through the sky, so fluffy and white.
Shikamaru is a cloud, soft though untouched, made of misty fogs and cold rains.
Shikamaru is a cloud, vague and unclear, blown about by the laughing winds.
Shikamaru is a cloud.
Ino is a breeze.
Ino is a breeze, outspoken and daring, lively and loud as she dances on her way.
Ino is a breeze, playful and light, soaring so high then falling so low.
Ino is a breeze, lost within herself as she stumbles along, unsure of who and where.
Ino is a breeze.
Chouji is a rock.
Chouji is a rock, large and dependable, never moving from where he stands.
Chouji is a rock, loud yet silent, rumbling and roaring then whispering in the dark.
Chouji is a rock, ignored and by the wonders of the world, too plain, too boring.
Chouji is a rock.
The cloud that wishes and wonders, swept away in the fast paced life he does not want.
The breeze that forever remembers time long forgotten and hopes for a better place to be.
The rock that watches and waits for his turn, dreaming of the day he will finally be noticed.
Let the cloud rain,
Let the breeze sing,
Let the rock smile as he stands as he always has, the one solid forever that binds the three together.
And with slow, steady steps, they'll climb to the very place they belong.
And underneath the Nothing, there was you.