April 3, 2012
©Masashi Kishimoto; Naruto
My Eyes
I was cursed with eyes that can alternate reality. I could cause illusions with a point of the finger; At a single word, I could trigger you to spiral into a torturous realm, I could convince my little brother that I was a power hungry bastard—And all it took was a single glance into the eyes. A split second of a connection between my eyes and your own.
"You're a monster, you know that?" Sharp teeth flash at me in a sadistic grin. "Just a glance and you can make them crumble to the ground." I grunt in reply. Was I? "Let's get back then."
There was always talk about how fearful one should be of an Uchiha's eyes. But, there were none left to be fearful of, aside from Sasuke and myself. Even so, how much harm can an immature boy and a half blind man do? I question that sometimes.
"You can shut off your Sharingan now that we're back to base." I don't say anything in response. Kisame doesn't need to know that I sometimes forget to turn off the crimson irises. Instead I head straight to the bathroom.
I like to get the scent of death off of me as soon as I can. It is not a pleasant reminder of what I can do. And when I step into the small bathroom I'm captured by my own image. Conceited? Narcissistic? I'm not sure yet. I don't get any further than unbuttoning the top of my cloak before I find myself leaning toward the mirror to examine my eyes. Onyx orbs. Where are my pupils…?
Then red seeps into the image, emphasizing my bloodshot eyes. Ah, there they are. Three of them, swirling methodically. If they were pupils. But looking into my own eyes makes me wonder how a stranger sees them. They really are something to be feared aren't they? Blood shot and the ability to alter reality..
Staring my reflection down I concentrated. I activated the technique that I am renown for, trying to access that torturous realm myself, to experience it myself. But I am not Medusa. Merely looking into the mirror was not enough to put myself under my own spell. After all, the Sharingan counter acts the technique, and I have both. At least, I was trying to use my deadly technique on myself before the mirror was caught in black flames.
"Ah-" I snap my eyes close and I could feel the blood running from my tear ducts. "Release." I mutter under my breath to deactivate the black flames. "Release.."
I blink slowly, as if regaining consciousness, and refocus my sight on the mirror again. The edges were eaten away but Amaterasu was no longer active and my eyes have reverted back to their dull color. Blood was running down my cheek. I go to wipe it but it smears across my face, doing me no justice.
So this is what I look like to strangers, huh? A blood smeared man known to be a monster that can kill with just one look. Heh…
I turn the water on and strip of my clothing before gingerly stepping into the warming shower. Carefully pulling my hair tie out I toss it onto the floor and rub at my face to clean off the blood.
My eyes really are a phenomenon.