Why do I care for him?
His hands have been stained with blood from the moment of his birth.
He killed our mother.
He has no love for our father, no love for Kankaro, no love for me. I don't even know if he quite understands what the word means. In some ways, the tattoo he has on his forehead is symbolic. He knows love is there, but he can never quite see it.
Why do I care for him?
He is a monster.
He is powerful, and spoiled, and lonely. He claims that he kills to justify his own existence. If any of us got in his way, I have no doubt that he wouldn't hesitate to kill us too.
He cares for no one and no thing. I don't doubt that he could kill the Kazekage, even, if the mood struck him. Certainly Kankaro and I, even together, would be no match for him. He's powerful. Practically invincible. He is without equal in our village. The Sand's trump card, they call him.
Our downfall, more like.
So why do I care for him?
Why, when I see him screaming in pain as the . . . thing inside him battles for escape, does my heart go out to him? He is a monster, they say. He is a killing machine. He deserves no pity, they tell me. He's too dangerous to care for. Too dangerous to go near. Too dangerous to let live.
No, I won't let them assassinate him. Never.
Not my baby brother.
And thanks a ton for the fave!
Np ^^