A/N: What is this? A crack drabble. Oh yeah, now you KNOW you have to read it. Uchiha-centric. Giggity.
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If I ever saw you again, would you remember what I did to you?
I was a genius. A Jounin and an ANBU. The jewel among common stones in my parent's eyes. Oh, how I was celebrated and loved! Everything that they said to me was, "When you become Hokage..." "When you get your first Genin team..."
It was decided wordlessly. I would be the Fifth Hokage. I would do no end of good to my village and I would defend them from the inevitable wars and when my parents reached old age, I would take care of them and support them.
It was too much pressure. And so, without a second thought, I killed them.
And so I often think, if I ever saw you again, would you remember what I did to you?
Would you forgive me if I begged it? Would you ignore what I did to you? Would you welcome me into your arms again and love me again and make plans about when I become the Fifth Hokage again? Would you pressure me and train me to no end? Would Sasuke-chan call me 'aniki' again and beg me to train him and be jealous of me and wish to be me again?
If I ever saw you again, would everything be normal? Would you spare me your hatred?
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When I close my eyes, aniki, I see you. I see your eyes. The red Sharingan for which the two of us have become so famous. You, the killer, murderer, traitor; I, the genius, the number one rookie.
I hate you. I've always hated you. And yet I want to see you and be reminded, over and over, of when I was so weak. When I was a child and you were my beloved aniki and I knew nothing.
When the time came to step up and save my parents and I knew nothing. And I was weak. You made me see that I am weak, and that is all I will ever be, even though I am stronger than Naruto and Sakura.
I want to see you in my dreams. I want to be weak, so long as you are the one who keeps reminding me.
So long as I can see you.
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Blood.
Don't wince. Don't cry. Don't beg for mercy. Don't look weak. How can I not cry? I thought you were my son. I thought you loved me. I begin to cry despite the silent orders being barked out within my own mind.
Blood. Fugaku's blood. My husband's blood. It's running across the floor now, in the grooves in the floor, and now it's staining my kimono. It was my very favorite white kimono, that's all I can think. I'm lost in my thoughts.
Your eyes are red like that blood, and I think maybe if you stare hard enough, you can stain my kimono, too.
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