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Truth

"You can bend it and twist it... You can misuse and abuse it... But even god cannot change the Truth."

People never knew anything but what they heard. And what they believed. But what did it matter if what they believed was not true?

Itachi Uchiha had perfect reasons why it mattered. No one knew anything about. They knew lies, what they had heard. That he was a prodigy, a genius. A powerful ninja who was great enough, destined, to be hokage.

Destined to do great things. But Itachi was not so sure. He didn't know if he really was a genius. It was their own twisted meanings. He did not want to be a genius. Yeah, he wanted to be a good ninja, but he did not want to be looked at and feared.

They all thought he was something he was not – a monster, a freak, a demon. All because he was good at something. A talent, perhaps?

But everyone disagreed. You should never assume the obvious is true.

The first reaction to truth is hatred.

That was why Sasuke hated him right now. That is why he had told him to hate him and detest him. All for the greater good.

But he learned. Truth was never easy. Lying wasn't always easy, either.

And liars forged ahead with no thought of the consequences. But there were always consequences.

Liars had no idea what they were doing. They made everything up on the spot, looking afraid.

Truth was dark, captivating, consuming, and dim.

Itachi knew this. His life had always been made up of lies. He had no idea what in his life was still actually the truth? Did the truth really set you free?

Itachi was sure on this one.

No. The truth did not always set you free. Sometimes, it did the exact opposite of setting you free. And then it left you wishing you had never said anything in the first place. So, why, then did people say that telling the truth was good? The truth could hurt people just as well as it could help people.

It was not always what they said it was.

The truth was like the sun, it could be blocked temporarily, but it would never go away.

And sometimes, Itachi really wished it would. But when did things ever work out the right way for him?

Itachi was pretty sure that the answer to that was hardly ever.

Practically never. But he did not get too much of a say, did he?

But, as he had learned life moved on.

That was the truth.