blanket disclaimer: i do not own naruto.
title: the prodigal son
author: anticollision
summary: Uchiha Itachi. He wasn't evil; he wasn't pure. This is how, on that fated night, his story began. /And thus the prodigy became a prodigal./
characters: itachi. and sasuke, i suppose. (no pairings, btw.)
genre: angst. tragedy. family.
ramblings: so, i should be working on "clay hearts" some more... but i'm not right now. this whole prodigal son thing is a short series of drabbles. like, i have five/six chapters. yep. (here's a little fact: orignally, i was going to make a super long oneshot and do itachi's pov on it. but i was lazy.). I ANGSTED THROUGHOUT THIS ENTIRE WRITING PROCESS. SRSLY.
o1. one by one they fall, like dominoes, and it was all your fault, all your doing—and i will never forgive you.
Red, red—everywhere, red! Close eyes, see red; open them and see red. Crimson consumed the compound.
Itachi plunged his red katana into his cousin's heart without ever looking away. After the first twenty or so, he got used to it: the idea of killing his own kin. Not that he completely agreed to it, of course—it was an abysmal thought.
However, it was all his mission. And it was already set in stone years before his birth. He just wished that someone could reverse the fated curse. (But it was too late now, years upon years too late).
The saddest thing about it all was that they were too stunned at first to fully fight back—the ones that actually were up at the time, most of them were asleep already. He would emerge with a bloody blade in hand and a look in his eye that they knew said, "You're next."
(((if only they could see the look he had that said, "i'm sorry," when he took their lives.)))
A chakra flicker that he immediately recognized coming into the household: Sasuke. He was there, and the young mass-murderer was already heading for their parents' bedroom, for all the others had been eliminated.
Breathe in; breathe out.
Yes, that was what he told himself. Take it one step at a time, one kill at a time, one relative at a time. Oh, gods. No matter what he might say in the future, he had loved these people. (Well, a good handful of them, at least.) It was in his nature to do so.
Uchiha Itachi was not always a hard-hearted man.
ramblings2: btw, go check out "the happily ever after chronicles" by prismatically inked. D /shameless advert