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Pale, pale skin and raven hair didn't seem to fit on this boy. The dark of his hair met harshly with the ivory of his skin.
Everyone thought he was tough, and strong, and ready to set his life on the line for his village, for his friends even though they never saw the scars that traced his body and the scars that traced his heart. He hated them. They were selfish, and used him to kill. He was a toy, a pawn in this giant game of chess.
His onyx eyes narrowed as he smiled lightly, playing with the metal of his knife, slicing it against his skin, causing red lines that wept across the surface. He smiled wider. Red looked good on him.
He knew their names, yes. He knew who they were. But he didn't bother to find out why they wanted to become shinobi so badly. He didn't understand love, or compassion. The only thing that fueled his mind to the core was hate.
The boy stared at the blood on his hands and didn't say a word. His smile never left his face as the thought that these colors, these colors of sickly pale and raven dark and crimson red all swirled together and made him, made him the person he was today. The shinobi he was today. The machine he was today.
The time came for him to leave, for him to seek out and kill the one whom he longed to see blood spill out of their lifeless body. But…they kept on getting in the way. The blue-eyed one wanted to stop him. The green-eyed one wanted to hold him. But only was there one person whom he wanted to think about--the red-eyed one who wanted to kill him.
He sat down on a chair, and with hollow, black eyes stared at the dusty old chess board that lay on the table in front of him. Grinning, he reached out and took a hold of a black pawn. He felt pride and power wash through him as the last of the wet blood dripped onto the board. He wasn't the pawn anymore.
He was the one playing the game.
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Wow. I didn't expect something like this at all.
Well…I'm really sleepy right now, and I really just wanna fall over on my desk, but before I did that I wanted to write something angst-y and with a mentally disturbed Sasuke. (Yes, it's Sasuke. I never mentioned the name, sorry 'bout that…) It's probably got tons and tons of things wrong with it, but I'll check that later. For now…I'm going to sleep. --Collapses--
(Now click that review button and make Sasuke happy. I think.)