Perfection's Plague

By:

Saslyax

Summary: Three poems about the Uchiha massacre: Sasuke is a victim of perfection. Itachi shows his affection for Sasuke. Sasuke relates to someone he never thought he ever would.

Disclaimer: Naruto belongs to Kishimoto-sama. I, sadly, will never own it, so that is why I must resort to writing fanfiction.

Chapter I

Harvesting Poison

Respect. Acknowledgement-

Meaningless words for a child,

Dwelling in the shadows of a prodigy.

Acknowledgement. Respect-

Never received, not even once.

He's a failure at life.

Envy. Hate. Love. Admiration.

He harvests these sentiments towards the prodigy.

THUMP!

A shuriken slays the lifeless

Hardships of continual training pay off!

Excitement creeps into his lonely heart.

Light sparks within the seven-year-old.

Two brothers,

One struggles to gain attention,

The other effortlessly reaps it.

Hope-

The distance between failure and genius lessen.

Failure Uchiha Sasuke vows to win this race!

The failure travels home underneath the starless sky.

A pristine moon sheds an ominous glow

A crimson-eyed demon skulks, unnoticed in the shadows,

Like Death itself.

Terror feasts on his frantic heart:

The unusual silence, deserted streets, and lightless homes.

The sky's eye highlights the truth:

Crimson pools scattered everywhere,

Tainting the Uchiha compound.

Everything's bathed in a layer of ruby bones.

Stagnant air cages the scent of decay.

Shock.

Terror.

He baths in ice.

Reality severs his innocence into pretty scarlet ribbons.

Dead: Family, friends, neighbors

Their mangled corpses litter the streets like discarded dolls

It's a tragedy in the flesh.

"Wake up! Wake up, Sasuke! It's just a nightmare!"

Mother… Father… Brother…

The pain's real when he claws at his skin.

Hope wanes and struggles for acknowledgement.

His home is so foreign in this lonely ghost town.

The door creaks open-

Inviting him to see the truth of tonight.

Blood paints his parent's still forms.

Warm tears blur the nightmare before him.

He blinks:

Once. Twice.

The prodigy, his savior appears from the shadows.

All is not lost!

Yet this is not his brother:

His eyes are evil and dead,

Cruel killing intent steals the air from his lungs.

Tasting droplets of iron, as he gnaws his lip from fear.

The reaper of death confesses his sins of tonight.

One thought resonates in the mind of the child:

"Why? Why? WHY?"

The false savior says, "Power. A test to prove my power."

Poisonous feelings taint his mind.

He charges blindly at his elder brother,

Shedding a glistening path of livid tears.

Charcoal eyes bleed into red orbs, swirling with madness.

A bloody moon rules the black and white world of Tsukuyomi.

The killing intent smothers the night.

The deaths, the murders, a massacre-

All executed so effortlessly!

Katana slashes through bodies and breaks their strings.

"Itachi, why are you showing me this? STOP!"

The child's screams scatter into the sky in the world of anguish.

The images flee yet forever scorch his memory.

The mental horror movie ends.

Drenched in sweat, lightheaded, weak, the illusion dies.

Clinging to life, adrenaline pumps through his veins.

Run!

Flee!

With swift, effortless movement the reaper catches up.

"Revenge. Hate. Power. Kill me when you obtain these dark items."

Free from his bonds a thirteen year old vanishes,

Forever branded as a S-class criminal.

Is it a blessing or a curse that he survived?

Tragedy struck that fateful day.

The two lone survivors of the Uchiha clan,

Intertwined in a deadly dance for power and revenge.

Two brothers can't escape their destiny.

They're lost in each other's darkness.

End of

Harvesting Poison

This is another poem I wrote about two years ago. I forgot about it until I was looking through some of my old documents. I've decided to post it even though It's some old writing of mine, Itachi's portrayal, and the reasoning behind the Uchiha massacre isn't accurate since I wrote this before we find out the truth.

The other two poems are already written out. I just want to revise them a bit before posting them.

Anyway, if it isn't too much trouble leave a review! They really make my day, and I'd love to know what you think. Constructive crit is helpful too. Thanks for reading!

Posted: 7-27-10

Revised: 8-13-13