Purity
Disclaimer: disclaimed. Insert witty joke.
Warnings: abuse, angst, yaoi?
Sometimes he looks into his face and sees the Uchiha he knew. Then Madara wakes up and it's all over. The pain is in his heart again and he feels his bruises ache.
Madara isn't smiling. This isn't a good morning. His collection is going to get bigger. A lot bigger.
He doesn't make a sound and that infuriates Madara. He digs deeper, twist harder and still the bloody face framed by gold utters nary a sound.
It's over and he retreats to sleep. Naruto creeps out and finds the first aid. Again.
He opens it and sighs. He is running out of bandages. Soon he'll probably bleed together. The thought doesn't scare him.
Sunshine streams through a window and he sees the white orchids on the hill.
It's his grave.
Sasuke always did like pure things.
AN:... This was such a ramble. I'm sorry you had to see this.