The end may justify the means as long as there is something that justifies the end. -Leon Trotsky
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, and I don't mean anything other than a show of appreciation for the series with this.
Part 0-anticlimax
A slight shimmer danced over the single kunai that still rested in his hand.
He stared at it, waiting for the memories that he feared would come unbidden, after all this time.
They were alone, he and the kunai.
His brother's body was there, yes, but unrecognizable to anyone but he. The battle had been long and hard, but the years of training only for power and countless sacrifices-from the invisible small ones, to the desertion of a village-had paid off, after all. His brother was a prize of battle, now, a mere thing to be triumphed over, instead of the person who shaped his life like a dark god.
However, the memories tarried in coming, perhaps in fear of the fact that his actions were right all along, perhaps because of the weapon in his hand. He did not know, did not care; as long as they stayed away, he would be satisfied.
The kunai was clean.
He found that strange, somehow, considering that the various other kunai and shuriken left scattered around his kneeling form were all drenched in blood-his blood, his brother's blood.
He brushed his fingertips over the edge, drinking in the sharp, superficial pain. The bright red blood seeping out of the thin lines caught his attention like the darker blood from the deeper wounds never did
A few flecks of blood now decorated that kunai, closer in appearance to the others, yet not enough for him. He shoved the palm of his hand onto it hard, and yanked the kunai away fast enough to send it flying across the clearing.
He brought his palm to just in front of his face and attempted to focus his eyes enough to see the wound, the only one that mattered to him. Something wet dripped down his arm, and the thought that it might just be blood surfaced in his brain just as his vision focused.
There was certainly enough blood released from this latest slash to paint that single untouched kunai red. It was a fitting end, somehow.
Uchiha Sasuke smirked at the thought that finally, finally, he was the powerful one, and unceremoniously passed out.
AN: I... yeah. This has been itching to come out for a few days, so I just decided to do it. Be aware that this is part of a multi-part fic-just the prologue, in fact. And the rest most likely won't be as creepy. I don't think, anyway. So, tell me what you think?