Numero dou. This is Itachi's monologue, which is by no means clean. He has, by this time cut off all ties to his clan and no longer see this act as anything more than an amputation. He is suffering from hormones at the moment. :D:D Enjoy and please review!
Blood. Across the entire human race it is the one thing that is able to conjure the most emotions. For some, blood is an omen, of death and destruction. Cultural myths scream to the masses how it will rain blood when the dawn of destruction is to pass over the horizon. It means death and pain from all kinds of horrors of the night. Blood can seep into the very wrinkles of an innocent mind and send them wild with madness.
For others, blood excites them. It allows them to breath. They swim in blood, rolling in its syrupy flow as they feel the last warmth of a life ebbing away. Like a shark gleefully basking in its own fatal power. Blood can please the heart and mind, no matter how cold and dark they have fallen.
It is a drug that has effects on everyone. An addictive metallic drug that can alter decisions that threaten the life of a quivering prey, or strike rage into the eyes of a fierce beast, rampaging through a crowd of doomed, blood filled creatures.
Blood is known as the most horrible substance to ever grace the earth, as a sign of the loss of life felt by all, it shares its colour with that of fury and evil. It is thick molten lava that runs through the veins, waiting for its chance to burst from its fleshy prison and strike fear once again. Without blood, nations would return to their villages, unaware of the loss of a thousand warriors. Without blood, pain would be a meaningless itch and life would be an insect that would go unnoticed.
Blood is thought to be the most horrible substance of all the five senses, repulsive in every single way, it shows itself to all creatures and dances as fire in the destruction it wreaks. It covers the floor in dark puddles as I push the last of this long forgotten clan off of my blade and lick it as it crawls down my hand.
Blood tastes sweet when you know that it isn't yours.