So, yeppers, here I am again! I should be updating two of my stories, and this girl I hardly know at all demanded that I write something totally boring for her (jk, Taylor; I lovez you, and I'm totally looking forward to writing it! ;D), but I got a random (very random, as you'll find out soon enough) idea that I really, really wanted to write. It's major short, and definitely a 'what if' type-thing about Sasuke.
It's my first story from the first person PoV, told by Sasuke, it's only about 500 words, and it doesn't follow canon very well at all, as you'll find out when you start reading. xD; But that's what FanFiction is for, right? x3
Anyways, let's get the disclaimer over with.
Sasuke: Kaiti doesn't own me or my family or Konoha or Orochimaru or anything mentioned here. At all. Satisfied?
I limped in through the gates of Konoha, ignoring the stares I received. They didn't matter to me in the least.
Though it had been years since I had last been here, following the path to the Uchiha residence where I'd once lived with the only other remaining clan member was second nature.
Detaching myself from Orochimaru hadn't been easy, but I'd done it and cured the world of the snake in the process. Now I had to wonder if I'd even be welcome back home.
I was inside the village and thus far hadn't been stopped, though I knew they could (and likely should) stop me at any moment.
But what I was really wondering was whether my father would forgive me for running off after revenge and whether he would welcome me home.
I tried to ignore the pain running up and down my body from my numerous wounds; I tried to plan what I would say. I wouldn't grovel, but I would definitely not be anything less than apologetic.
I hadn't finished imagining how the conversation would go before I saw my father in the distance. At about the same time, he looked over at me.
He ran to me.
"Father," I croaked out, ready to say what I'd planned. He didn't give me time, though, instead taking me into his arms and holding my head to his chest. I could tell he was trying to avoid hurting me worse in places where I bled freely or had huge purple bruises, but as that was pretty much everywhere, he didn't do a very good job.
"My son, you've come home again," he murmured.
My eyes stung and I was shocked to realize I was crying. I tried to blink back the tears, but I only succeeded in blinking them into streaming down my cheeks.
He released me, allowing me to take a step back, but then he grasped my shoulder again and tilted my face up to see his. I couldn't remember seeing such emotion in his face since... well, ever. Father so rarely showed emotion, and never to such an extent as this.
I saw compassion, pain, relief, and so much more.
He wiped the tears from my eyes.
"I'm sorry," I told him, not wanting to dare look him in the eye, but somehow I couldn't look away.
He shook his head and my heart seemed to stop. I feared that despite the warm greeting he was displeased with me and wouldn't accept me again.
But then he said, "Don't apologize. I should be the one to apologize. Son, no matter what, know that I still love you. You're my boy."
I remembered how, as a child, I had been willing to do anything to hear him say that last bit to me. He finally had, but only once, and I had felt like a replacement to my brother.
But now, I was his boy. Me. For being simply me, not as a replacement for anyone else.
I no longer felt trapped in Itachi's shadow.
This was kinda sorta inspired by a part of a song that got stuck in my head. Think you can guess what song? :P
Anyways, whether you can or not, I'd like you to leave a review! ^^ Like it? Lemme know, please! Don't like it? Tell me how I can improve. =3