Just a one-shot, this I assure everyone I will not continue. Sasuke's POV.
Where would the sun go if it could break away?
Because it was gone today. I went outside, from where I cannot recall, into the brisk air, it should have been morning, I knew it should, but it couldn't have been because it was just too much night, eternal night, stretching out across time and over every horizon and span that I turned to.
And I knew I had asked for it, this darkness around me. To hone my senses in this void of pitch black, heighten every smell of burnt cinder nearby from, perhaps, a fireplace, perhaps, merely my soul in a scorching flame.
I had never known, had never truly understood, what it was like to be blind. It's supposed to hone my sense, but instead I feel dull.
I was blind to Itachi's intents.
I was blind in Konoha's eyes.
But never have I felt this blind, there was that feeling protruding my skull. It was bitter and cold; I fumbled in the darkness, reaching around with my hands to feel something, here.
Was I alone?
I was.
Alone and without a sun, without a light to guide me.
I asked for this, but did I really want it?
It began to hurt. Clench and churn in my chest, a burning pain as for a brief moment, I felt, I felt it. Warm liquid, salty, bitter, stinging my eyes, searing my skin.
Blood.
There was blood. Gore. Lots of blood. It was everywhere. I could feel it, I was swimming in it, flooding my lungs. In this pitch black, there was blood all around me and I found myself drowning in it with only one thought.
Whose blood am I drowning in?
Then suddenly, I was alone again, dripping, shivering and shaking from this feeling, this isolation, and I realized, I finally knew and realized, that I couldn't find anything here.
What could I find without eyes? What could I obtain without knowing?
This was not what I wanted.
Somehow, now, I know, what I needed, again, was to find light. Light to show me, to guide me, to enlighten me, and I needed a way out of this eternal night I had initially reached for.
A light to lead me back to things I had known. Warmth, feeling…peace.
Was that not what I had wanted days ago? When I was child, had I not wanted peace in my family? Had I not wanted to feel loved by my father? To be as praised at Itachi?
When did it occur to me that my childhood, the boyish figure that haunted me in my dreams day in and day out, no longer stalked me here?
Where did he go?
Has my obsession gone so far as to move away from my favorite colors… my favorite colors and hues of yellow, pink, and silver, so far as to leave them for this void that lacked all color and life?
Where could the sun be hiding in a darkness like this?