I didn't kill any small animals to figure out how to make my jacket. I didn't lie, or cheat or steal to learn to use the seals. I didn't make Sasuke-chibi redo his work when he was learning to sew- even if it wasn't what it was supposed to be, I just handed him the next task.
I don't have any friends, I don't think. ANBU can't be friends with anyone- I can hear them laughing, when I train. When I throw myself into the ground.
A big wind came today and caught me, and threw me high, high into the air. I flew up so, so high- whirling through clouds, dancing like leaves. And then there was pain, and falling- screaming noise in my skull, jangling against my nerves.
Falling.
Always falling. Only this time I was falling- about to land on a little boy, white jacket and dark glasses, humming softly- he'd be hurt if I did.
So I don't, won't- will not hurt that little boy because of my own stupidity- lift the arms and the- my f-feathers, my wings cut through the air like blades; dust whirling in vortexes as I pass. I can see his mouth open in awe, can see him turn to see me pass- and then I hit the trees.
It felt like I hit every treetrunk and thornbush. I skid so hard my mask goes flying. Tch. I'll have to fix that.
As soon as I wake up…