Naruto: My Pretty Little Friend (Gen)
Title: My Pretty Little Friend
Pairing: None (Gen)
Words: 322
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Own nothing
Summary: He was never told that the life of ninja would be easy - only that there would always be someone to depend on…
My Pretty Little Friend
No one said the life of a ninja would be easy. Misleading another person that way - drawing them into this unforgiving world with false pretenses - would be wrong. They would never lie and say it’s always easy…
And yet, they never discussed the betrayal, the loss, and the killing.
I was never told to be wary of the personal agendas of my allies - my friends. They never warned me that the deaths could very well tear me apart, each person taking a piece of me with them to the afterlife - holding me hostage. No one ever mentioned that becoming a great ninja would mean killing was compulsory; that I would have to stare into the eyes of someone just like me - someone who wanted to protect their dream and their village - and play God by killing them.
They never said a word of these things.
What they did tell me was that there would always be someone to lean on.
And they were right. There was someone supporting me when I finally passed the Chuunin exam by accidentally killing my opponent, and when I passed the Jounin exam, only to learn that I would have to abandon my childish morals.
They told me there would always be that one person in my life that would not abandon me.
And he hasn’t.
He’s kept me company after I’ve killed… been let down… He’s never left my side. He sits with me, holds my hand, and never says a word. He simply comforts me with his presence. He’s there when I’m crying, when I’m shaken to my core, too shocked to think, and he’s there when I need to break something.
He doesn’t say a word when I smash him to pieces, my anger slicing through the air like little shards of glass. He takes my abuse until I’ve finally broken down into a whispering ball of self-hate. And still he lets me be. No condescension, no lectures, no pity. Just there.
Always.
This beautiful bottle I hold in my hand… my pretty little friend.
Pairing: None (Gen)
Words: 322
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Own nothing
Summary: He was never told that the life of ninja would be easy - only that there would always be someone to depend on…
My Pretty Little Friend
No one said the life of a ninja would be easy. Misleading another person that way - drawing them into this unforgiving world with false pretenses - would be wrong. They would never lie and say it’s always easy…
And yet, they never discussed the betrayal, the loss, and the killing.
I was never told to be wary of the personal agendas of my allies - my friends. They never warned me that the deaths could very well tear me apart, each person taking a piece of me with them to the afterlife - holding me hostage. No one ever mentioned that becoming a great ninja would mean killing was compulsory; that I would have to stare into the eyes of someone just like me - someone who wanted to protect their dream and their village - and play God by killing them.
They never said a word of these things.
What they did tell me was that there would always be someone to lean on.
And they were right. There was someone supporting me when I finally passed the Chuunin exam by accidentally killing my opponent, and when I passed the Jounin exam, only to learn that I would have to abandon my childish morals.
They told me there would always be that one person in my life that would not abandon me.
And he hasn’t.
He’s kept me company after I’ve killed… been let down… He’s never left my side. He sits with me, holds my hand, and never says a word. He simply comforts me with his presence. He’s there when I’m crying, when I’m shaken to my core, too shocked to think, and he’s there when I need to break something.
He doesn’t say a word when I smash him to pieces, my anger slicing through the air like little shards of glass. He takes my abuse until I’ve finally broken down into a whispering ball of self-hate. And still he lets me be. No condescension, no lectures, no pity. Just there.
Always.
This beautiful bottle I hold in my hand… my pretty little friend.