Pain affects people in different ways, some cry at the smallest of injuries, others, with the help of a little adrenaline can ignore the pain and continue their battle. That's what ninjas do. They ignore the pain, push it to the back of their minds and keep on fighting.
What do I do? As I lay there in a pool of blood and melted ice? I get flashbacks of people telling me that family is the most important thing, flashbacks of my father telling me that a ninja has two families, his clan and his teammates, flashbacks of my sensei telling me that those who abandon their mission are trash, but those that abandon their comrades are worst than trash.
So what did I do? I took 34 senbon needles for my teammate. How did I know they were 34 ? My Sharingan saw them all. Counted them and predicted where each of them will hit, but I wasn't fast enough to get my idiot teammate out of the way.
And my body just moved.
I haven't accomplished anything in my twelve years. I am weak. How could I kill my brother? How could I believe I could ever kill him? He was ANBU captain at 13. I am a mere gennin, who is going to die to save the life of a nobody.
As I turned to Naruto to tell him about Itachi, to pass my burden, to give him my mission, the words don't leave my mouth.
"There's a man, Uchiha Itachi", I wanted to say.
"You have to kill him", I wanted to yell.
But I was couldn't, I just stared in my teammates eyes.
Where once blue eyes would stare back at me, probably with tears and anger and regret in them, Naruto's eyes changed. In stead of the blue eyes that scream 'I'm stupid', the blonds eyes were completely purple. And when I say completely I mean even his iris was purple with one black ring where the white should have ended and the blue started.
"Naruto, your eyes!" I gasp, blood flowing out of my mouth with every vowel I say.
He doesn't notice me, I think he cant even hear me. Great. I'm dying here and he doesn't even listen. He just looks directly at Haku, although there are at least a dozen images of Haku in his dome, Naruto is looking just at the one in front of him. Like he knows that Haku is there.
Then he starts to talk, I couldn't hear him very well, maybe I'm deaf? Oh, I'm dying that's why. I'm getting weaker and weaker but I could still hear some random sentences Naruto blurs out. Half of them weren't grammatically correct, and the other half was all about loneliness or something.
I snorted a little, these fouls could never understand what it's like to have everyone you ever loved taken away from you. Just like that. One moment I was one my way of surpassing my brother, the next I'm left alone. With only hatred and revenge on my heart and mind.
Then, Naruto did something I never seen him do. He lifted his left hand and pointed it at the hunter-nin, Haku, and made a pulling gesture. And just like that Haku was in front of him. He just pulled invisible air, and Haku came rushing from the mirror without his control. Naruto then proceeded to punch the senbon throwing bastard in the face.
His masked and probably some facial bones cracked.
As I started to loose my sight, my hearing and all my other senses, I felt angry at Naruto for holding such a technique secret until the last moment. I felt angry at Kakashi for not doing his job of protecting his students. But most of all I felt angry at myself for being to weak to defeat the enemy, for being stupid and protect Naruto, for not being able to finish my mission. Itachi won. Just like that.
I was weak.
Sorry mother, father, I have failed.
And like that, I blacked out. With the image of Naruto's purple eyes in my mind and the satisfaction that my red Sharingan eyes looked cooler.
"Hn"