Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ shadows ❯ Chapter 1

Shadows: A kind of depressing Shino one-shot made out of boredom…

 

I just wondered one day in study hall “Wonder what Shino's life is like?” This is what I got. It kinda sucks, but whatever. Hope you like, and please review!

 

 

I can feel them. Dozens, hundreds of insects. In my skin, on my skin, everywhere around me. Using me to live. Using others to live. Sheltered from the elements. Devouring my chakra, my hope, and strength, they survive.

They use me. I use them. What a perfect circle. After all, what teenager doesn't want to have dangerous insects that could kill him at any time? They are loyal only to continue their own existence. I die, and they are left homeless. They live to eat and reproduce, nothing more. There is no loyalty, no affection to be found in those shiny black eyes.

I did not want this, and I wish it on no one else. I had no choice, and I do not believe that my father did either. I'm not sure of my grandfather, or the man that came before him, or the one before that. When did this decision occur? Why does it continue? Compulsion? Masochism? Tradition?

I am a living hive offered before I could speak. Will I subject my children to these same torments? Must it be passed on to ruin yet another generation? It is not without its benefits, I'm not denying that. Power over these creatures is a beautiful skill to posses in battle. Power over an enemy, a plan can unfold many varying times with just these things and me.

My team mates are afraid of me. So are villagers. Even those from out of the village whisper when they recognize the name. I hide to shelter them from me. A long coat in the summer isn't exactly pleasant. They will not see my scars, the many small, permanent marks from these insects. Scars from my own personal parasites. My dark glasses hide dark, dying eyes. The eyes of a corpse, devoid of hope and emotion. Someday I may lose them, when the bugs take over even more than they already have.

As shinobi, am I no better than them? I stick to the shadows. I am simply part of a larger group. We are together, yet we fight alone. Am I a cockroach? Am I confined to living my life mainly as an act of survival? What is it that really makes me human? What is it that separates us?

Eat, sleep, reproduce. I have the first two down, but what about the third? I care about others. I want a wife or lover. I want children. But is all of this just me being selfish?

What wife would even be able to tolerate me? She would have to take me and these parasites in stride. Who would do that, given the choice of anyone else? Would she find them disgusting? Would she view them as weapons? Would she love me due to them, with them, or in spite of them? Would she feel anything towards me? Would she let me touch her? Kiss her? Make love to her?

Would I give a child to these things, as my whole family has? How would he or she view the insects? A gift or a curse?

I only know one thing, if I die, I'll never find out. Besides, bugs are made to reside in shadows.

 

 

 

Sorry it was so short! Like I said, it was kind of depressing…oh well. Reviewers get reviews!!!!!! (Unless they don't write, in which case…glomps!!!!)