Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto
Oh, look at him. His tanned skin, those blue eyes, that infectious, toothy grin he gives; in what miraculous phenomenon allows him to smile? How could he smile any longer, bloodied and bruised beneath my feet, and with his weakened voice say," You still are my best friend."? The foolish idiot. We were friends, I would not deny it no longer; but you were also only an obstacle, an obstruction to be cleared.
Could you feel it, Naruto? When we combated, only just a few moments ago, how my blows charged with lightning singed you? I heard you slight as those sounds were. I could feel the vibrations of your bitten-back growls through the palms of my hands; removing them revealed the charred blackened skin moments before your vile red chakra set forth to heal it. It's not good enough, far from enough. I want to wipe your smile across this forest floor, to scrape your mouth so it no longer spreads to reveal the mirth lines.
I hate you. You were more than my own flesh and blood that calls itself my brother, you who stayed to assist despite our rivalry, and yet I detest you, loathe you. The loser, last place in every race, is someone I hate because he is someone to be terrified of. I could tell you. I should tell you why I fear after all, since today would be the birth of your never-ending silence. However, I am petty enough not to give you, Naruto, the satisfaction.
You coughed as my foot slammed your body. Those irises were finally duller from their former hue. Don't worry, friend, your end will pass when I choose to.
I fear you because you had something that I didn't. You had a strange power; and no, I am not talking of your fox curse. I speak of your power to turn the people around you to stand beside you. Somehow, someway, foes could turn into allies. I suppose it's your perverse way of gaining power, of gathering strength to protect those who now named themselves your friends. They'd be important to poor Naruto, since before he never had a friend in the world.
Well, your method is not mine and good for you to choose your own devices—see if it gets you anywhere to defeating me!
True power does not come from the ties of friendship, loser.
How did it feel when I punctured your fragile heart with my Chidori? The heart that yearned for bonds. But you couldn't tell me now, could you? The heart within my grip was slowly beating death's melody, slow, skipping, stopping. And with that heart, your breath stilled as those irises glazed—not even your demon could save you now.
True power comes from hatred, like mine. And I will use that power to kill my brother. You were only my stepping stone to reach that goal. Heh, the coincidences are staggering. Killing a "brother" to kill a brother.
To your death and shell, I said farewell and left.
…Maybe in another time, in another place where violence is useless and not needed, we would meet again. And this time far in the future, we would only be friends…
A.N. I wrote this because I want to get back to practice and because something in real life irritated me badly enough to fuel me into writing this type of oneshot. Again, I would accept all kinds of reviews that will help me improve: flames to criticism to praise; all are welcome.