Naruto Drabbles to Music
A/N: Just drabbles, mostly focused on Itachi and Naruto. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, and probably never will. Shame that.
Itachi wanted to run. He wanted to run as fast and far as he could; wanted to feel his lungs burn and scream for a reprieve that they wouldn't receive. Then he wanted to die, to suffer in agony because he of all people didn't deserve a quick painless death.
Kinslayer.
He wants to hurl. To have physical evidence of how sick he feels on the inside but iron control won't allow it. Instead he walks slowly through the forest surrounding his old home. Dried and fallen leaves crunch under his feet and he shows a millisecond of hesitation – a flash of remorse. Fallen, just as his family had lain in pools of their own fluids, and by his hand.
Murderer.
More than anything, he wants to scream. To cry his sorrow and horror and shame at the night sky knowing that it will not judge him, but he must not. If he crumbles now than it is all for nothing – all the killing, all the lies, all the waste – and he will have accomplished nothing. Just as he has nothing, nothing but a brother who will hate him for all of eternity.
Traitor.
It is the last that drives him still forward. He is not a traitor and he never will be. Not to his beliefs and not to his home – to his innocent family still left. He is loyal. Always, he thinks as frighteningly hard eyes brighten to a deadly crimson, he will never falter. He will – he has already – dirtied his hands and will continue to do so as long as necessary. As long as he draws breath he will fight.
Brother.
No matter what the cost.