Angry voices. Shattered childhood. Alone.
Hiding under sheets, curled into a ball, hands pressed hard into his ears to block the sounds. They were fighting again and he didn't want to listen anymore. Not to the voices down the hall, not to teacher's praise, not to his father's disappointed remarks. Sick of it all, he wondered if he was the only one who felt like this.
If there were,
Could he save them? He would try.
Dark hallways. Empty rooms. Alone.
Back against the wood of the door. Breath ragged. Eyes focused on walls scrubbed clean of blood long ago. There were too many memories.
Tears ran down pale cheeks.
Could he save them? First he had to save himself.
Ignoring everyone. Hating everything. Alone.
He sat and stared out the open window, detached from the noisy classroom. They had tried to include him but he pretended they weren't there. Friends will make you weak. Hate will make you strong.
Disillusioned.
Could he save them? He didn't care.
Friendly bickering. A need to protect. No longer alone.
Dawn wasted away to noon. A familiar chorus of "YOU'RE LATE SENSEI!" filled the air, followed by a pathetic excuse. A small smile flittered across thin lips.
They saved him but,
Could he save them? Maybe he already had.
Broken trust. Echoing footsteps. Alone again.
Friends would not make him stronger. The Chidori cracked as his hand went through the body. Spilt blood washed away by the rainfall. The blonde wasn't dead and Sasuke refused to kill him. He walked away before he rethought his options. Rethought leaving his home. He needed power. It was something he wanted so bad, he would give up everything for. He would give up his salvation for it. His chance at happiness. He didn't want to be rescued anymore, he wanted revenge.
Trapped in his own mind.
Could he save them? He tore them instead.
Cold voice. Dead eyes. Forever Alone.
He had hoped they would learn their lesson the first time, he was not as kind as he was before. Alas they were foolish enough to still care for the Sasuke that he had long destroyed. His sharp sword sparkled maliciously in the sunlight. It begged to be plunged into fragile flesh, and who was he to deny its wish?
He locked his heart and threw away the key.
Could he save them? The question was no longer relevant.