I'm not sure what to say, this story just came across me and I thought why not? I probably should update my two other stories, but… I'm not getting any ideas on how to continue them.
So, on the other hand, please read and enjoy my third story, you don't have to review but it would mean a lot to me.
His clothes rather ragged and torn, he stumbled along the forest floor. The moon was shining through the trees and branches. The two uneven holes in his shirt messed up his clan symbol on his back; his white shorts not looking so white anymore.
The pain had dimmed a tad bit, but he still grimaced and staggered painfully. The anger in him was great, for almost turning into the one person he hated most in the world. The sadness mortified him so much; he absolutely loathed this feeling.
Memories flooded his head, as he slumped to the dirt-covered ground. A deep hatred of his life replaced the sadness, and his eyes turned red. Yells of aggravation and depression escaped his throat and into the quiet still night. He wished so deeply to rid himself of these stupid emotions along with these stupid memories. He wished to bury them so deep into his icy heart that they could and never resurface.
Slashing at the ground, growls much like an animal's escaped his lips. The teenager began to bury all that he knew.
"I love you with all my heart, Sasuke-kun!"
He buried the guilt he had felt that night she shed tears of deep sorrow for his sake. The warmth of her smile and laugh, the gloom of her tears and frown, he buried the one who taught him of love.
"That's why I said I'm not letting you go to Orochimaru!"
He buried the friendship he had, and the happiness of that knucklehead of a ninja. The smirk that they exchanged and the sadness in his eyes he had seen countless times, he buried the one who taught him of friendship.
"It's so obvious…Teamwork!"
He buried the dry sense of humor and facemask. The words repeated on every mission, the excuses used many times when late. He buried the one who taught him what it meant to be a true shinobi.
Consumed by more emotions than he had felt for over six years, the raven-haired boy dug his hands deeper into the brown colored sand. It was only after he looked at his hands that he finally realized he was crying, he yelled in anguish.
Staring at his trembling, dirty hands, Uchiha Sasuke never felt weaker…
Well, that it's it for now. I hope it fit your standards; it fit mine. Again please feel free to review.
This has been pare-do.