Disclaimer:

Rini: Yes I own every bishonen in my harem…just not the shows they are from.

Sakura: …But I thought the fic was about me. I'm not a bishonen…

Rini: nods True but haha you are my bait for my naruto bishonen…after all they love it when you angst. Now come my bishi magnet bwahahahha goes to set up bishonen traps for Itachi, Niji, Shino, Kiba, Gaara, Kakashi, Genma, and Sai

Sakura: … Right….anyway while the insane author is away I would just like to say that she owns nothing…despite what she may think.

CRIMSON

Red

The color of

Love

Passion

Anger

Hate

Revenge

his eyes

…Blood…

She watched in grim fascination as the latter trickled down her arm in red slow moving rivulets. In the background of her dark apartment she could hear what normally would have sounded like just a regular dripping faucet. But tonight, in the morbid silence of her mind (even the voice in her head had abandoned her) and home, it was deafening.

Drip

Drip

Plip

Platter

Splatter

SHATTER!

Hazily she watched her hopes, her dreams, her body, her mind,….her soul….shatter across the floor. Drop by tiny, red, warm drop. She was vaguely aware that she would soon have to heal her release but for now as she slid down to lie on the quickly staining couch she was content to watch her life leave her. Just as he left her. She smirked weakly. Funny how her thoughts always turned to him and his blood red eyes. His expression blank and cold. His face and persona reminding her in so many ways of their new team-mate Sai. Of course he was never as crude as Sai. But on the basic level they were both generally the same hiding behind a mask one of ice the other a smile. If only Sai knew just how much the 'traitor', as he dubbed him, he was like. Both hurt by her because she wasn't strong enough. Both abandoning her for the same reason. She clenched her fist causing more blood to flow freely. Even if she is weak he still had no right to say what he did. Her anger deflated just as soon as it came. Even if it was true…it still hurt like hell to hear it coming from him of all people.

"With no talent skills like that no wonder the traitor left."

Those words rang loudly in her head. Forming a mantra like an annoying little insect buzzing in the silence of her head. If she had been stronger he would have stayed. Sighing she sat up using her uninjured arm to steady herself as a wave of dizziness washed over her. She needed to heal it. The only thing that stole her away from this reality.

A reality of falseness.

False smiles.

False sympathy.

False hopes.

False dreams.

False cheerfulness.

False friends.

False love.

False care.

Nothing but falseness that drains away the truth leaving only bitter emptiness in it's wake. Closing her eyes she felt for the familiar chakara while placing her hand over her gateway. She furrowed her brow when she felt little left. Not enough to heal it. Cursing under her breath she opened her eyes and looked towards the bathroom. Guess she would have to do it the old fashioned way. Standing up she walked a few paces towards the bathroom when her legs gave out from under her. She swore loudly as her attempts to steady herself by grabbing hold of the coffee table ended up with a broken lamp on top of her and an overturned table by her side.

"Guess I over did it this time." She laughed soft and mirthlessly as her vision faded with only the shape of an unnatural hairline coming into view.