This is my first fanfic that I have worked up the guts to place on this site, so I need reviews and criticism!!! And now here comes the hated :
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, or anything except for....no, I don't own anything. That's just depressing.
Dear Diary,
He left. Those two, seemingly insignificant words, repeating themselves in a seemingly never ending cycle through my aching head. The final moments of our battle at the Valley of the End seemed to be permanently burned into my eyelids. Me, lost to the Kyuubi's bloodlust and my own rage and pain. Sasuke, his mind and body warped by the Snake Sannin's cursed sea and by his own all-consuming desire for revenge. He wanted to kill me, but he didn't. That's certainly something to think about.
I feel the fox's chakra flowing through me, repairing any and all residual damage to my body. One thing to thank it for, I suppose. Without it's power, I would be long dead, probably before I even met Sasuke. But, on the other hand, if it wasn't for the kitsune, I might have been cared for, loved, and I could have gained my own kind of power. Stupid traitorous Uchiha. Sasuke thinks that the only one who knows what it's like to be alone is him. I think that he would be shocked if he truly knew what being alone was like.
Everyone loved him, and they still do, even after what he has done. They don't care that he willingly went to the man who killed the Third Hokage, a man who had cared for everyone, even me. They're just too blind to see the truth. He doesn't care about anyone. He sees the adoring looks on the faces of so many, and he doesn't care. He had family, had a home. Had parents who loved him, a brother who was there for him and a whole clan to watch his back. The thing is, even though Itachi killed his clan, he had all that, once upon a time. He had a future, friends and people who picked him up when he fell down.
He didn't have to live with what I lived with. He didn't have to live with hate. With people cursing the very ground that you walk on. With people hating you, even though it isn't your fault. The people that hated me adored you. They worshipped you, loved you, pitied you because of your 'awfully traumatic life' and your bloodline.
Sasuke said that only people who were alone, who cared for nobody, were truly strong. I don't believe that and I never will. I live my life by Haku's words. When a person has someone they want to protect, it is only then that they can become genuinely strong. Why is it, then, that I lost? Maybe on the inside I knew. He needed to go to Orochimaru, needed to kill Itachi, to finally close the covers on the injustices of his childhood. To be free of the chains of the past. But why leave like that? Why break Sakura's heart? Why turn his back on his home? Why not kill me to gain his brother's Sharingan? Why leave the people that care about you, who teach you, train with you...care for you?
That single, stupid word. Why.
There may or may not be a sequel/second chapter. Thank you to my unnameable friend and fellow Naruto addict for proofreading!!!!! If you do want another chapter, whose diary should it be? I was thinking Itachi, Jiraya or Kabuto's. Please review, you know you want to!