White.

He hated white.

White was the color of hospital walls. White was the color of the bandages wrapped around life-threatening wounds. White was the color of the clouds that drifted mockingly above him while he suffered below.

Grey.

He hated grey.

Grey was the color of the kunai in his hands. Grey was the color of the weapons that lay scattered around the battle field. Grey was the color of the storm that raged whenever he screamed out the names of the fallen.

Black.

He hated black.

Black was the color of Akatsuki cloaks. Black was the color of the nail polish the brother of his best friend wore. Black was the color of unconsciousness that claimed him whenever he needed to stay awake the most.

Red.

He hated red.

Red was the color of blood. Red was the color of the clouds symbolizing the enemies' resolve. Red was the color passion and of hatred and the line between them that blurred far too often for his tastes.

Pink.

He hated pink.

Pink was the color of her hair. Pink was the color of the flowers in the Yamanaka's shop window. Pink was the color of his first love, his first crush, and his first loss.

Orange.

He hated orange.

Orange was the color of his childhood. Orange was the color of the innocence and nativity that he clung to before war hit. Orange was the color that reminded him of better days before everything collapsed around him and the world died.

Yellow.

He hated yellow.

Yellow was the color of his father. Yellow was the color of the legacy that he had to live up to and never quite reached. Yellow was the color of the sun that lite up the aftermath in far too bright colors and showed the world the reality of life.

Green.

He hated green.

Green was the color of home. Green was the color of the leaves that grew on the trees surrounding Konoha. Green was the color of his teachers, his comrades, and the place he wanted to be able to go back to and yet never could.

Blue.

He hated blue.

Blue was the color of freedom. Blue was the color of the ocean at his mother's home. Blue was the color of the sky that he wished would just swallow him up sometimes because that would be easier than staying down here and fighting only to fall again.

Purple.

He hated purple.

Purple was the color of thieves. Purple was the color of the snakes that the man who stole his best friend summoned. Purple was the color of the ropes that seemed to decorate the clothing of all Oorochimaru's followers.

Brown.

He hated brown.

Brown was the color of earth. Brown was the color of the sand that covered the deserts and always came to Gaara's aid. Brown was the color of the caves that offered him shelter from the rain or the enemy.

Color.

He hated color.

Color made him think of pain. Color made him think of things he didn't want to think about. Color made him remember the faces of the comrades who had fallen. Color made him think of all the things he had lost.

Yes he had fought.

Yes he had won.

Yes he had lived.

But at what cost?