I'm not crazy.
Crazy people sit in rubber rooms and laugh. Crazy people wear white jackets with too-long sleeves so they can't move their arms. Crazy people blow all of their money on lottery tickets.
I am not crazy.
Crazy people talk to things that aren't really there. Crazy people see dead people that they didn't even know. Crazy people have head trauma…
Maybe I am crazy.
I certainly have head trauma-that vase Temari threw at me made a hairline fracture just above my left temple. I am one lucky bastard that it didn't hit a few centimeters below, or I'd be one dead bastard.
Nara Shikamaru. He died four days ago. Yet here he was, sitting right next to me.
Leave me alone, will ya?
No.
I don't even know you.
So?
Go away.
No, I will not.
Jeez…
So I am crazy. I see dead people, talk to them, and, the most likely cause of this? Having a vase smash my head open. That was thrown by my own sister.
I was never one to believe in karma, but was it just a coincidence I was seeing her dead boyfriend? It just slipped out. I didn't mean to be rude, and certainly she had a right to cry for however long she needed.
Just my luck that her natural response was violence.
Just my luck that I may be more involved in this than I thought.
Just my luck that… Man, my head is pounding! The medical-nin fixed it up, but they didn't warn me that I'd still feel pain! Nice going, half-assing it as usual, guys.
And did I fail to mention that Gaara was away on extended vacation? Whoda thunk it that running a country was stressful? My baka of a little brother didn't take one for two and a half years. I warned him. Did he listen to me? Nope. Kankuro isn't my older brother. He hasn't fought more than me. He doesn't know what he's talking about.
Just like this damn ponytail kid! If he'd listen to me and go away, I could go back to my intense head painy without distracting dead people blathering in my ears all day.
WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST THINK?!
It's like I'm in a story written by some fourteen-year-old girl who reads too many Jhonen Vasquez comics!
I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO JHONEN VASQUEZ IS!
I seriously need to take a break.
The strangest part of all this is the fact that ghost-boy is telling me to kill people!
----Konoha----
I want to die.
I can't take it anymore. I want to die.
And I think I might do just that.
Aw, shit, yet another one of my stories in which Chou-kun is suicidal… -smacks self upside the head-