A short little oneshot I wrote because I was bored. Hope you like angst!
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Flowers
I held one of the bouquets that was left on my doorstep in my fist.
"Stupid fangirls." I crushed the delicate petals in my hand. I kicked a few more aside as I pushed open the front door and entered my empty house.
Two more vases from Sakura and Ino sat on the table. I sighed. "They even broke into my house. Psycho stalkers."
I trudged over and sat at the table, examining the flowers. Why do these things represent romance? They're so delicate, and die quickly. It just shows that love isn't worthwhile. It's not worth it to simply waste your time on something that will just wither in time.
I knocked the vases off the table and listened to the glass break on the solid wood floor. Water ran down the side of the room and I glanced at the flora lying on the floor. I turned my head away in disgust. I then climbed the stairs to my bare room.
I passed a single bloodstained white rose resting on a stool on my way to the bed. Plopping down, I gazed at the rose. Anger welled up inside me as I remembered the night I got the rose…
((flashback))
Sasuke fell to his knees, still trembling. The little boy looked up into the cold eyes of his brother as tears streamed down his face.
"Why, Itachi?" he whispered.
Itachi didn't say anything, but dropped a single white rose into a puddle of blood before him.
Sasuke stared at his brother. "Why kill them? What did they do?" Itachi turned and started to walk away. "Why not kill me too? Why am I the only one you spared?"
Itachi again did not answer his little brother. He just kept on walking. Sasuke watched him go, without a second glance to the family he slaughtered. Sasuke reached out and picked up the bloodstained rose. He held it close to himself, and didn't let go.
((end flashback))
I glared at the rose out of hate and rage. The flower had survived all these years, the color never fading. The red of the blood and the pure white of the petals contrasted each other beautifully.
"I hate you," I told the rose.
The only flower I've every received that wasn't out of love was the only flower that never died. Flowers shouldn't represent love, they should represent hate.
I picked up the bloodstained rose and held it close to myself, and didn't let go.
"I hate you."
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