Gaara

I stand in the shadows of the silent room

It has become a habit

Waiting

For the glimmer of a kunai or the movement of a hand seal

As yet another of the Kazekage's assassins try to caste the dice of my fate

Foolish

There

Opening the 4th panel in the Northwest ceiling

They did the same thing seventeen days ago

They are loosing their touch

But this one is persistent

Wind shuriken

Primitive to some extent but effective

Against a weaker opponent

My sand easily smashes it

But the masked figure continues attacking

Throwing their heart into it

Almost literally

Sad

So futile

I do not even bother to watch as sand silently creeps across the ceiling

The assassin is too busy to notice

Too sloppy

Done

The ninja did not even know what hit him

For a reason unknown to me I feel compelled to see the face of my hopeful killer

He did put some effort into it

I walk over to look and remove the mask

A girl

Just a little older than me

She didn't even have time to master her skills

She could have been a great ninja

Too bad

She is strong

Barely holding on to life yet still fighting

She looks up at me eyes dark brown

I could almost hear her thought

Must not cry

I have a mission

It's a shame

Training them to die so young

But I am not moved by compassion

Subaku Sousou

Another layer of blood is added to my bedroom wall

Or should I say

Execution chamber

But I fear

The assassins are growing weaker, less courageous

The Kazekage will soon give up on me

He needs too many ninja for the upcoming war

I will one again be reduced to waiting and watching for him to acknowledge my superiority

Until then I will sit every night and wait for someone

Powerful enough to come and finally pierce my flesh

And allow me to transcend this worthless world

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