Behind the Walls
Genre: General
Rating: K+
Disclaimer: If I owned Naruto it wouldn't be called Naruto. It would SO be called Kakashi and it would SO not have 10 BAZILLION fillers. No sirwe…no fillers at all!
Author's Notes: None. Yah…so crushed you're hopes right there didn't I? Mwhahahaha! Okay…off to bed I go!
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All around me are familiar faces; yet I can't even see them. The darkness engulfs what little sense I have. Takes it, destroys it, twists it around and mangles it, leaves it to rot upon the ground like apples never picked from the blossomed trees. The people I see everyday are the people I never see. Look in their eyes and you won't recognize them. Stare into their souls and you won't understand them. Their blood lies upon my hands, soaks into my skin. Taints my heart and won't wash clean.
Blood stains turn orange after you wash them a couple times; souls can't be washed. Their lives upon my name, they won't be here anymore. Five white caskets, some big, some small, some with contents you can't even recognize: all because of me.
Nothing will heal the hole upon my heart. I cry enough tears for them all, everyone whose blood lies by my feet. Their bodies burned, churned, darkened. Chewed and spit out by the devil himself; left in front of me, to show my weakness to all.
To show them my guilt.
I wish it never happened; that the rotten apples were picked before they fell. That time could be turned back, to hold their hearts with my hands. But instead they slipped through the cracks, the cracks of pain and hurt that crease my face and taint my soul.
The hurt that I laid upon their feet, that sits upon their souls. This world has been changed for the worse. Their voices I heard for days beyond their deaths. Behind the walls, their blood curling screams could be heard by all; can still be heard by me.
They'll never rejoice again. They'll never feel good again, not in this world, not in another. Birthdays they will never see, Christmas forgotten in terrors drowning out their minds. Draining their souls; dragging through the dirt. Their tears stain my hands.
Sit and listen, you can still hear them. But they will never see this world again. Senses lost beyond their grasps. Thoughts lost in the burning waves of red and orange that engulfed their minds at the end. That led to their very destruction.
They will be remembered, through their bodies are burnt and broken. They sit and listen to the screams around them. To the crackles and the alarms that won't let them go. A tangled mess of emotions and pain, staring into their face is God himself. Their beliefs lead them to the end; the end they know came too soon. And my end will take too long to come.
Everyone sees me but they can't see me, even if they think they do. My pain I hide behind the walls that hold their screams. They look at me but they only see through me. My soul is gone, I sold it to the devil but I never got anything back. I guess that's what you get for dealing with evil itself.
I find it kind of funny, how their screams I still hear. How their memories will never be forgotten but will still fade. How the apples sweet taste is cruelly destroyed when it falls, forgotten, from the blossoms of the tree. When the sickness comes and engulfs the trees and all that grows from it comes from the same tainted roots. Poison from the poison branch can't be cured.
Their blood stains my skin, their screams taint my soul, their images fade from my mind. Their voices slowly leave this world as those five caskets are lowered, one by one, into their forever resting place. Six feet under.
I'm sorry.
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Author's Note: I guess it would be beneficial for you, the reader, to know that this is suppose to be about Kakashi and him reflecting on the five people closest (closes? I don't know which word to use there) to him who have died (can you guess the five?) and how he feels it's his fault. Because hey, it would be SO much harder to torture Kakashi if he DIDN'T think it was his fault, eh?