I don't own Naruto:
Sasuke reached into the cupboard for a cup, a porcelain cup with the Uchiha clan's symbol delicately hand painted on by a careful hand. Done too perfectly for a child of that age. Upon close inspection one could see a crack, running through the clan symbol. So small one could barely see it unless you truly were looking for it.
Shaky hands pulled a pitcher of water from the refrigerator, pausing for a moment upon seeing a crack in the mug. Setting the pitcher down, Sasuke took a closer look at the cup. Running his hands around the cup, observing his own craftsmanship in painting. When fingers found the crack, they traced the groove observing how it was almost identical to the crack in the Uchiha Crest in his former home. Sasuke let out a bitter laugh. How ironic was it that this was how his life had started to shatter too. In a few months the now shallow crack would deepen until the cup could no longer stay together and would inevitably shatter. But who could tell that the now sturdy cup would fall apart so easily? One small crack was that all it took for everything to fall apart?
The Uchiha family was once like that cup, sturdy and reliable. But the first crack appeared when Itachi murdered Shisui. It was shallow at first but deepened more and more while no one was watching. The next crack appeared as the family members lost their trust and respect for Itachi. As Itachi severed more and more ties the cracks increased, branched and deepened. Finally the cup could not stay together and the crack that started it all broke away from the rest. The cup broke one the night of the Uchiha Massacre but it lost stability after the first crack appeared. It lost the shine that it once had. The supposed perfection that it gave off shattered with the first crack.
Sasuke observed the crack and thought about his family. Suddenly he threw the cup against the wall and it shattered. It shattered into many hundreds of pieces some not even decipherable as part of the whole. There were too many pieces to glue back together. Too many shards of glass to hurt him. Observing the damage done to the kitchen floor, Sasuke stood there in a moment of daze and began to laugh. A life full of bitter remorse, self hate. Hating himself for not being able to mend the first crack in his family. For not seeing what was right in front of his eyes.
And if someone were to walk into Uchiha Sasuke's kitchen that night they would be greeted by a silently crying Sasuke, curled up in a fetal position among hundreds of shards of glass.
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