A/N: Poor Sasuke...I seem to like making him emo. But it's so easy to do!
Takes place sometime during the timeskip.
Lyrics from "Some Nights" by FUN.
SasuSaku/OOC Sasuke
I STILL don't own Naruto.
{{But I still wake up}}
His senses rush back to him, the feeling of the downy futon beneath his back silently pleading with him, begging him to go back to sleep. He feels his chest rise and fall with each breath, and he inhales the scents of the day—the faint smell of dew from the outside, the sharp, crisp odor of medicinal herbs from the medic's room across from him tickling his nose.
{{I still see your ghost}}
Herbs remind him of green. Green reminds him of her eyes, glittering like stars, shining at him from across the way. He can see her behind his eyes now, petal-pink hair swaying gently in the wind, those sea-foam-green eyes gleaming with emotion. His picture of her hasn't changed in three years. Three years since he last saw her.
{{Oh lord, I'm still not sure what I stand for, oh…}}
His morals have changed since then. He no longer needs to protect a helpless little girl. He's not afraid to get blood on his hands; hundreds have fallen by the blade of Kusanagi, now feared throughout all five of the Great Nations. But at the same time, a part of him still wants to be a piece of Team Seven, of the little family of four which they have made for themselves.
{{What do I stand for?}}
The feel of warm blood splattering his face.
The screams of pain, of fear, of rage, as he cuts down his targets one by one.
And the screaming in his mind, that he's doing it all wrong, that he's a monster, that he's no better than the older brother on whom he wishes vengeance.
{{What do I stand for?}}
He knows they're not there, but he can feel his best friend's hand on his shoulder, their sensei's fingers tousling his hair, and his other teammate's arms circling his chest. They're there in spirit, and that's all that matters to him.
{{Most nights, I don't know…anymore…}}