Naruto
Why do I love him?
Easy. He's my best friend. Even now, when he hates every single one of us, when all he wants to do is rip into us with the nearest pointy object, he's the only one I can ever look at like a brother.
I wanted to be him. He was my role model and my inspiration for living. I envied the ease with which he manipulated the crowd, his ability to play it cool in any situation. That's what I want. To be him.
I hated him for the acceptance, the recognition that he got from everyone. I hated that everyone was willing to bend over backwards to accommodate him, the Last Uchiha, when those same people wouldn't even look at me on the street. I hated him for being so cold to those who accepted him when I would have given any number of limbs to be accepted.
But then I got to know him better. He had the same insecurities I did and suffered from the same weaknesses that I did. He might not have had a Jinchuuriki living inside of him, but his demons were just as real as mine. He hated Konoha and its people. He hated that none of them could see past his name to the flesh and bone. Uchiha. Uchiha. Uchiha. He hated that none of them would ever know his true self, know the person that he was. (He has always detested that name. Always loved and hated his brother for destroying it, for soiling its reputation. He wishes that he could have been the one to drag the name to dirt but he was so afraid of the consequences. He hates consequences.)
When the children in class spoke of him, they all admired his intelligence, his looks, his skill, his money... "He's an Uchiha. Obviously he's gonna be good at everything." They said. They expected perfection and excellence and that's what broke him. People would pretend to be his friend, pretend to know him to get in with his father, with his brother, with the Uchiha's, so he just stopped. He stopped making friends and seeking others. He closed himself off from everyone and adopted the aloof personality that kept them at bay.
When his brother massacred the Uchiha, it was like more weights were dropped on his shoulders. Revenge. (Retaliation. Destruction. Blood. So much blood.) The boy that I had always watched suddenly became a man. He distanced himself even further from the people around him and truly became an Uchiha. He was afraid that if he gave his heart to anyone (like his Aniki, his dear brother who crushcrushcrushed him) they would betray him, as had happened in the past.
But I pushed. I pushed and pushed to make him be my friend. I tried my hardest to save him from his fate... but I failed.
Now, when I look at him, there's no humanity left in his eyes. No civility, no control, no compassion and no emotion. Just pure, undiluted rage and primal hatred.
He wants to destroy me. There's nothing left of my long time friend in this empty shell.
He blinks and the spell is broken. I'm no longer entranced by the blood coloured eyes. Feral. Animal. That's what comes to mind when I look at him now. His beautiful face is twisted in ferocious anger making him look like he's 40 years older than he is.
I'm so sorry Sasuke. I couldn't save you from yourself.