A/N: In this story, Sasuke is still in the team of the Big Bad (I don't know if he is canonically, I don't follow the manga). I hope you enjoy this.
Disclaimer: Naruto is not mine.

The End

White.
The colour portrays innocence, goodness, holiness, cleanliness, and purity.
Who the hell decides that at the first place?

Those pools of white. They're glaring at me in hatred almost as thick as mine. It's ironic; laughable at best. Really.
How can it not be, when the most angelic shade of colour is coated in a quality that it very much counter-portrays?

I slowly shift my focus away from those pools to her face. Standing and looking down on me is a girl; a nobody whom I seem to somehow remember.

I recall seeing her in one of the clan's meeting. She was the little girl hiding behind her intimidating father's hakama all the time. The old man didn't seem to be particularly pleased with it.
I also remember seeing her during my short academy period. She's the weird girl who fainted at the sight of Naruto. She was still as mousy as the girl who hid behind her father's legs.

And yet, the same girl has now grown into a whole different person. Her dark ink of hair is damp from sweat and blood; her pale skin is now covered in dirt and mud amongst many scars and gashes freshly engraved from the battles; her nose is slightly crooked, most likely from a very harsh impact I inflicted on her earlier; strangely though, her face, even hidden beneath the many contaminating defects, still holds an angelic air of innocence.

But her eyes.

I would have guessed that she had experienced a tragedy similar to us if I didn't know better.

Oh wait. She did.

I chuckle weakly and cough up more blood in the process. My lungs hurt like hell. The girl had punctured her chakra ruthlessly at my chest, inflicting what I think were irreversible damages to my internal organs. But this pain couldn't overwhelm my glee.

I spat out some blood before settling into a grin. Her glare intensifies, I think I heard her snarling. How very uncouth and un-ladylike. I wonder how her intimidating father would say if he sees this. Unfortunately, the dead do not speak.

She grabs my collar and I could feel hard cold metal being pressed on my neck. I never guess she's one to use a messy way to end a life.

"Do it." My voice is hoarse and croaked. My throat burns even with such minuscule usage. Yes. Hate me more. You will suffer. Just like I did. You will feel what I felt all my life. The misery. The loneliness. The hatred. You must pay for your fucking village.

Yes. This is my revenge.

"You insolent disgusting dirt." She speaks in vicious venom before grabbing my hair and ram my head hard on the earth. I groan weakly. The impact has blurred my vision more. I hear her continue, "I shall not kill you here. I will take you back and torture you. Slowly. Painfully."

"Y-You," I gulp and try to swallow the pain, "are no different than me." I smile at her, "Disgusting."

She slaps me hard with the back of her hand. "Don't compare me with you."

I slowly turn my neck towards her and I notice a familiar glint in her eyes. Those eyes are not that different than mine.

"You can't even protect your family," I took a sharp breath, "pathetic."

With a hardening expression, she presses her index and middle finger to my right temple. The next thing I know is pain, the most intense pain I've ever experienced. She is burning my eyes. I would yell, but I can't.

Now my eyes could only decipher hard light and her silhouette. I could hear her panting, there is a slight tremble. This only amuses me further.

"Your brother died because of you." My voice is barely above whisper, but she registers it clearly.

Her eyes widen. I believe I hit a nerve. She howls and I close my eyes.

I suppose this is the end for me.

A/N: Sasuke used 'brother' because Hinata called Neji with nii-san suffix.