AN: It's my first poem ever posted on I wrote this a while ago, but didn't even think of putting it up, but today I figured, "why not?". Anyway, it can't be hard to figure out the subject of this poem, and their relationship has probably been done before, but oh well. Itachi and Sasuke's relationship just screamed to be written.

Disclaimer: Sasuke and Itachi aren't mine; product of Kishimoto's.


Remember?


I remember those days…

When I used to look up to you.

My hands outstretched, you held on.

Your warm hands around mine lovingly.

I smile, I laugh, my happiness reflected on your face.

Why couldn't it last forever?

Days passed, we grew; Father only saw you.

Heavy burden on your shoulders.

I was too young to understand.

Still childishly, I clung on

Never leaving your side.

You still held my hand lovingly.

Yet you smile no more when I laughed.

Nii-san, why did you change?

Years passed, I was an academy student, you- ANBU captain.

Always busy, we grew apart.

I saw the signs, didn't I?

Then that night came,

The walls bloodstained.

Why did you do it, Nii-chan?

I opened the door, two pools of blood.

Looking up, I met your gaze, red eyes; cold as ice.

I screamed, I yelled, tears pouring from my eyes.

That nightmare was too much for my seven-year-old mind.

How could you do it?

Wake up at night, my heart hammering.

I reached up, but no one held on.

In the enveloping darkness, I understood.

Swore Vengeance.

That's what you wanted, right, Nii-san?

Waited for this day impatiently.

Sacrificed everything I gained, ate the devil's fruit.

Just for this moment…

Crimson pools.

You left me alone for too long.

Sneering, I

Taste your life's juice on my lips.

The writhing snake inside wants more.

For the loneliness you caused was…

Inescapable hell.

It's raining now, Nii-chan

Is mother crying for us?

Kunai in hand, I stab once more.

Relishing the sight of your blood,

The ghost of a grimace on your already dead face.

This revenge was…

Not for them alone-

But for me.

This was for the past we shared.

The past…

When you used to hold my hand tight…

When you embraced me so lovingly.

Sweet tranquility.

For the past…

Those days that I remember so clearly.

Nii-san…

Do you?


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