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AN: So, this a bit of playing with styles of writing... Please, read, enjoy and review!
Itachi Uchiha
By: Karasu Kyra
Itachi Uchiha clutched his hair in the privacy of his own room. Why? Why is he living like this?
No, his mind told him, don't doubt yourself. They drove you to this!
His heart sped up and his eyes fell closed. It was these moments of insanity (sanity?) that kept him from becoming a complete monster. The world (what world?) fell away, grain by agonizingly slow grain, until all that existed was himself and his thoughts and those (bloodstained) memories. He used to be sane (really?); back when he had someone to keep him sane (Did he really exist or is he another of those fabricated memories? His minds' futile attempt at keeping the young boy together. But he shattered.)
Shisui Uchiha...
His cousin and closest friend. He longed to go back to the days when it was just him and that brunette boy, discussing the latest quiz in the Academy (Until the younger Uchiha surpassed him). Shisui grew cold then, pushing him away.
Then, one cold and morbid day, he pulled Itachi in even closer than he was before (drowning?). When he was around Shisui he felt alive. Just a small spark of it. Then the brunette said those fateful words...
Itachi closed his (forever) tired eyes. His mind drifted back to that day. In his mind he could see Shisui's perfect (but chapped) alabaster lips moving in the words he'd long ago memorized. I'd die for you a million times over, if only it'd help you achieve your dreams.
Dreams? Did he have those anymore? (No, of couse not. Those are futile things for the damned.)
Then, those fated words filled his mind, devoured it. It was all he could think about for days on end. Until, they were alone, no one knew they were together. It would be so easy to just push him into that (raging) river.
He shut out his screaming conscience and his emotions (only those who feel, die). He shoved the (warm) muscled body to the river. He faked a suicide note with impassion.
(On and on and on this life drags and drags and drags)
As chakra gathered to his eyes, he felt his Sharingan changing.
(Yes, yes! This is what he needed! He could grow stronger now!)
For a moment, he let in those (damned) emotions. Elation, horror, guilt, gratitude.
Hope?
(Hope for a life. Hope not to stay a fallen angel.)
He kills his clan with no remorse. (Mourn only for him who kept you human.)
His brother he spares with yet another...(hope?)
To the strength his damned soul calls.
To the Akatsuki he joins.
(A blackened feather falls
From the heavens above
A damned angel calls
A plea for succor)