The Collateral Damage.
Title: The Collateral Damage.
Characters: None specifically, many are mentioned though.
Genre: .... if you can figure one out. I'll give you cookie.
Notes: A fic I'll never finish because canon killed it to much with the revive no jutsu that I lost all love for it. If anyone wants to take the idea and run with it, go straight ahead. Its one of those aspects that is never explored, but is very real. My commentary of how screwed military based societies are. Yeah it was inspired by Pein, cause he's right, its just a really big fucking cycle and no peace is lasting. The ending is dodgy, I know that. I never got to finished before 450 came out and killed my muse for it with the general fail of this whole arc.
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I was born the night that the fox attacked. Mama said she held my sualling pink face close to her breast as the sould of men running and orders yelled and explosion after explosion after explosion went off.
The priest that my mother had insisted upon said I would truly find peace. I suppose they were right. This is a ninja village after all.
When you reach six, you have the option to be tested for chakra, I went, my mother found it fitting that I go. I had almost no chakra. They said I would die in my first fight. I look at it now and would laugh. Don't all wars and armies need collateral damage? Isn't that what we become anyway?
Its very hard to remain unbiased to the events that I have seen. Most civilians are scared o,f and later when reality sets in, tend to hate the ninja. They are there to protect us, and yet without them, we wouldn't need protecting. A shinobi's existence makes the problem they fight and die to end. Mum says its economy, that we must continue like this. Dad says it human nature. I think its both. Warriors are made to defend from warriors who are made to defend from warriors. It continues till it becomes its own system, a problem to which there can be no solution, to do so would destroy us.
I only know what Konoha is like. We never get to know what other villages are like. But there three types of people in Konoha. Us, the civilians, those meant to be protected. The half breeds, as we call them, people went through the academy for maybe a year or two, untill they are no longer strong enough to do so. Then there is the ninja classes. Not even the half breeds talk to them.
But I suppose most that this doesnt matter any more.
I stand now, watching, if this is the afterlife, I am doomed to wander, I think. Strife, the priests said. Strife it is. But not my strife. Their strife. I never had a say, never really wanted to. It is our strongest and weakest point that we never question, we always think they know what they are doing.
We don't understand much about ninja's, we hear the stories, take our orders from them. When I was younger I would sit at my grandmothers knee, as she told me again about the great battle between the Yondaime and the Fox. Of Immortals, killing with out descrimination. Uchiha's were our ghosts, Hokage's our Saints. We hear the booms of training and we pray that the great ones don't strike us down for when we stray to close to their powers.
Characters: None specifically, many are mentioned though.
Genre: .... if you can figure one out. I'll give you cookie.
Notes: A fic I'll never finish because canon killed it to much with the revive no jutsu that I lost all love for it. If anyone wants to take the idea and run with it, go straight ahead. Its one of those aspects that is never explored, but is very real. My commentary of how screwed military based societies are. Yeah it was inspired by Pein, cause he's right, its just a really big fucking cycle and no peace is lasting. The ending is dodgy, I know that. I never got to finished before 450 came out and killed my muse for it with the general fail of this whole arc.
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I was born the night that the fox attacked. Mama said she held my sualling pink face close to her breast as the sould of men running and orders yelled and explosion after explosion after explosion went off.
The priest that my mother had insisted upon said I would truly find peace. I suppose they were right. This is a ninja village after all.
When you reach six, you have the option to be tested for chakra, I went, my mother found it fitting that I go. I had almost no chakra. They said I would die in my first fight. I look at it now and would laugh. Don't all wars and armies need collateral damage? Isn't that what we become anyway?
Its very hard to remain unbiased to the events that I have seen. Most civilians are scared o,f and later when reality sets in, tend to hate the ninja. They are there to protect us, and yet without them, we wouldn't need protecting. A shinobi's existence makes the problem they fight and die to end. Mum says its economy, that we must continue like this. Dad says it human nature. I think its both. Warriors are made to defend from warriors who are made to defend from warriors. It continues till it becomes its own system, a problem to which there can be no solution, to do so would destroy us.
I only know what Konoha is like. We never get to know what other villages are like. But there three types of people in Konoha. Us, the civilians, those meant to be protected. The half breeds, as we call them, people went through the academy for maybe a year or two, untill they are no longer strong enough to do so. Then there is the ninja classes. Not even the half breeds talk to them.
But I suppose most that this doesnt matter any more.
I stand now, watching, if this is the afterlife, I am doomed to wander, I think. Strife, the priests said. Strife it is. But not my strife. Their strife. I never had a say, never really wanted to. It is our strongest and weakest point that we never question, we always think they know what they are doing.
We don't understand much about ninja's, we hear the stories, take our orders from them. When I was younger I would sit at my grandmothers knee, as she told me again about the great battle between the Yondaime and the Fox. Of Immortals, killing with out descrimination. Uchiha's were our ghosts, Hokage's our Saints. We hear the booms of training and we pray that the great ones don't strike us down for when we stray to close to their powers.