Hi everybody! Here's a quick (somewhat canon?) oneshot. Also, this isn't a sequel to anything, nor is it related to any other story I wrote. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
He collapsed.
He worked so hard to destroy him, to physically kill him. He worked so hard, spent so much time and effort training, so many hours battling his reason for living that he hated so, so much. He worked so hard to watch his beloved brother slowly and painfully die before his eyes.
And he collapsed. All that effort, and he collapsed. All for nothing. He betrayed everyone he loved, never able to return to them, and he didn't even get to kill him with his own two hands. After hours of torture, battling his own flesh and blood, which he loved with all his heart, he simply died of what was presumably exhaustion. His brother died with a smile on his face, free from all the agony he has both seen and felt; he can be at peace with the ones he loved.
He lay beside him, barely alive, crying with irreparable guilt.
Then, the world went black.
Was he dead?
He awoke several hours later, still chained to the burden of pain that lay within the depth of his heart and overflowed it. He was in a strange room. He desperately hoped he was somehow home. A strange man appeared.
"Who are you?" he asked the stranger.
"I am Madara Uchiha."
After moments of disbelief, he was able to calm down enough to listen to the man tell their story. He listened to Madara tell the story about how his clan lived and died in dishonor, how his beloved Itachi was ordered to kill the clan. How Itachi wanted to redeem what pride and dignity his clan had left.
"And he couldn't kill you, Sasuke. He couldn't kill his baby brother. He killed his mother, his father, his friends, his family, his lover…"
The boy appeared with a shocked expression on his face.
"But I was his lover…"