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Secrets
I'm a secretive person, its just who I am. I don't like the idea of being vulnerable to anyone. Its probably because of that night, the night I saw my brother standing over the slumped corpses of my parents, the Mangekyou Sharingan spinning wildly in his eyes. Maybe its only because I was raised as an Uchiha with all the expectations that entailed with the added pressure of having a genius for a brother and having to live in his shadow even after he was gone. I wanted to be every bit as strong as him, stronger, which meant I couldn't show any weakness.
Either way, it doesn't matter, the point is I don't share, I don't gush or depend on others, I don't talk, preferring to keep people at a distance instead so that there was no chance of my mask slipping or cracking because I know instinctively that the moment that happens it will be the end of me. I refuse to admit to being lonely, even as a child as I sat on the edge of the pier and watched the sun sink below the horizon I wouldn't admit to it, not to anyone, not even within the dark confines of my mind.
Weakness and vulnerability have no place in my world, only pain and hate and revenge.
I watched detachedly over the years as my soul twisted into something dark and unrecognisable with the desire to kill my brother overriding everything, enough to make me try to murder my best friend. I didn't manage it though, in the end I just couldn't go through with it and I wonder sometimes that if it was anyone other than Naruto that I had to kill whether I would have gone through with it.
Because Naruto has always been the exception to everything. It was Naruto who managed to tear down my walls and befriend me when we were children. It was Naruto who always pushed me to be better and who taught me the meaning of courage during our time as Team 7. It was Naruto who finally managed to drag my ass back to Konoha, Naruto who forgave me without a seconds thought whilst the rest of the villagers glared distrustfully at me.
Its him that I hold safely within the deepest recesses of what's left of my heart and I honestly don't think I can live without him now, he's become integral to my very existence. Even just walking down the street as I am now, my thoughts are invariably on that blonde ball of sunshine who became such a powerful shinobi in my absence.
With brief startlement that quickly settled into amused resignation I realised that my feet had led me straight Ichiraku's where the boy-no, man- of my thoughts was currently gobbling down ramen. Silently I walked forwards and sat next to him, quietly signalling the old man behind the counter to make more ramen.
"Oh, hey teme! You wanna train later? I never get tired of kicking your ass" he chuckled and I smiled at the familiar banter.
"Dobe, it'll be your ass getting kicked not mine"
"Yeah, yeah, you're just sore from the last time" he grinned, prompting a chuckle from me this time.
"Actually Naruto I wanted to talk to you about something..." I began, watching him from the corner of my eye,
"Yeah?"
"The thing is...I have a secret-"
Sometimes secrets are meant to be shared.
Just a short and sweet little thing I had floating about on my computer, hope you liked it, please review :) ~xx~