A Story From the Dead
I've joined Orochimaru, to get power and revenge. I know this was not my best choice, I almost killed my best friend and I have my eyes to prove it. Naruto in the end killed me, because his demon got loose. This is my story, a story from the dead.
My name is Sasuke Uchiha. When I was younger my brother was always favored by my clan, and I looked up to him. At the time of when Itachi killed my parents I was nine.
I did everything to try to kill Itachi. In the end I became so obsessed with killing Itachi nothing else mattered to me.
I even hurt Sakura, now I wish I hadn't left camp that night, but now wishing won't help me. Sakura still hasn't got over me if only I hadn't died. To think Itachi, who's still alive, did this to me. He should be the one dead.
Now I wander the earth just waiting till Sakura dies to say my last goodbye as I won't go to heaven like her, even though I wish to.
Right now I'm watching her, a year exactually after my death, mourning on my grave. I watch her do the unthinkable pull out a kunai, muttering I'm going to be with you again Sasuke.
Part of me wants her to be with me. I've finally noticed my love for her, when it's too late.
I watch as the fifth hokage runs to her and pulls away the sharp blade and throws it. She sobs uncontrollably on the hokage's shoulder.
I'm so guilty, this is my fault. I know what's happening as the hokage puts the kunai back in Sakura's hands.
She knows this will be the only was for Sakura to gain true happiness. I watch as the blade goes through her delicate skin. Hokage starts to sob, I guess even hokage's cry. She checks her pulse and knows she's dead.
The next thing I see is Sakura pulling me into a kiss and I smile after the kiss. I grab her hand softly, look at her beauty and walk off into the light with her.