Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ The Seven Deadly Sins ❯ Kakashi ( Chapter 7 )

Disclaimer: See ch. 1

 

Well, that's all folks. It's been nice to read all the positive comments this drabble got, especially since this was something I did while I was bored at work. Thanks for taking the time to read it. As for my pick for this sin, I hope I got my point across, if not well, I don't know what to tell you.

 

Greed - an excessive desire to acquire or possess more than what one needs or deserves.

 

A ninja's life is probably the hardest road one can choose to travel. To have a long career as a ninja is not something many can do. Either they just don't have the talent or they can't handle the baggage that comes along with the job. I'm lucky, or so I'm told every time I walk out of the hospital. I survived and will live to see another day. Damn.

 

All the precious people of my youth have died, and sometimes, when I'm very still, or when I listen to the rain fall, or when I wake up in the moments before dawn - I can hear them. The problem is that I can't be sure what it is they want me to do.

 

Sometimes they tell me that it's okay to come home, to be free, to laugh with them. Other times they tell me that there is still work to do and that I have a duty to fulfill. I have a sneaking suspicion that it's my own subconscious telling me that part. My own way of reminding myself why I'm still here.

 

I seem to have the craziest kind of luck, the kind that keeps me alive when I don't really want to be. The most ironic part about it is that somehow, without me even noticing it, I wanted to be alive. Precious people slowly crept back into my life. And now I need to live for them.

 

Now my private thoughts are dotted with visions of pink, blonde, and black. I see wisps of smoke, lovely red eyes, senbons being uses like toothpicks, and blinding white smiles dressed in green. (Although I would never admit it out loud) So somewhere along the way, I decided that I would keep relying on that luck.

 

I can't turn my back on my duty, or my friends so I will just have to be the luckiest man in the world. No one knows that I keep a good luck charm in my vest. They don't realize that on every mission I sneak away to pray at a shrine. Every time I leave the village, I silently offer a prayer and ask for more luck then any man should ever have. If luck is what keeps me alive, then I will be the luckiest man in the world