I had a moment. The poem I wrote is in italics.
I don't own anything but the poem.
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Uncaring black and red eyes stared into the mirror, unfazed. They stared at a man with black hair pulled back, wearing a cloak covered in red clouds on black background. On his forehead was the headband, a leaf slashed through. Was this him, or was there someone else here in this body, one that actually cared?
Should I worry
when my friends
call me a
monster?
"Hey Itachi! All of us are going to eat, you wanna come?" his friend yelled at him.
"Just a second," Itachi told him, then came out to meet him. He came to his group of friends, all laughing.
...
Itachi walked calmly through the village, the blood of his family pooling behind him. It was late at night, therefore Itachi wasn't expecting anyone to be out.
"Itachi! Is that you? We heard that your family had been completely wiped out! We were worried about you..." his friends said as they ran up to him. Itachi stood were he was.
"Hey, buddy? You alright?" one of his friends asked. Itachi turned around to face them, giving his friends a good look at him. He was still covered in blood.
"I'm fine," Itachi told them.
"Yo-your covered in blood! Were you on a mission or something?" the same friend asked.
"No. This is the blood of my family," Itachi told them, then turned and walked ahead. The rest of them stood there, paralyzed. Itachi was far away when he heard something whispered, but couldn't catch the words.
"What was that?" he asked.
"Monster," his friend stated, then turned and ran to the Hokage's office. Itachi was out of the village soon after.
Should I be mad
when my brother
shrinks from the
thought of me?
"Itachi?" little Sasuke asked the blood covered Itachi, trembling. He looked to his older brother, fear in his eyes.
...
"Itachi?" older Sasuke says when his brother is mentioned. Clouded faces turn away from the boy, the one asking about the brother that murdered his clan.
...
"You will never be as good as him," says a faceless person.
"No. I-I can beat him," Sasuke says through a moment of doubt.
Should it bother me
that my teacher
never wants to
be near me?
"Good job Itachi! You got that so quickly!" his teacher exclaimed after he got the difficult jutsu right in the first time. His teammates were still trying in the background, knowing they would never beat the prodigy.
...
"Itachi!" yelled his teacher when he saw him the first time after he had left Konoha. He looked at what his former student had become.
"You know this person, Itachi?" Kisame asked his partner, gripping his sword.
"Used to," Itachi answered, as his former teacher ran away for reinforcements that never came.
Should I be sad
because my parents
don't even
miss me?
"Great job Itachi. You really are my son, aren't you?" his father said, proud of his son that had just mastered the fireball jutsu so fast. His mom stood in the background, smiling at her son. They were the picture of a happy family in that moment.
...
Itachi slashed through his mother before she had the chance to see who it was who cut her down. Itachi turned on his father, who readied himself. Itachi stabbed through him, as the blood splattered the floor, his younger brother looking on.
"Don't you ever come weep on my grave. You aren't my son," Uchiha Fugaku told his son in his dying moment. Itachi looked on with unseeing eyes, uncaring.
Shouldn't it scare me
that I don't care
at all?
Itachi turned from the mirror. In one quick moment, it was shattered on the ground, with a kunai lying on the ground of the broken glass. He started to walk out from the room.
"You OK, Itachi? I heard a crash," Kisame said casually. He was leaning in the door way, blocking Itachi's exit.
Itachi shoved through anyway.
"I'm fine."