A/N: I'm so sick right now... it's not even funny. In my delirious, feverish state, this came to my mind. It takes place directly after the Uchiha brothers' fight.
I don't own Naruto.
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He's dead. He's gone. After all these years…
…the deed is done.
Bloody red eyes, eyes full of malicious hate, eyes that watched their creators slump to the ground in a puddle of blood drawn from his blade… those eyes can never change my light to dark again.
Never again will I refuse to sleep, for fear that those eyes might haunt my dreams, no, nightmares, just like they did my daydreams and thoughts. Never again… will I be forced to sever the bonds that were forged unconditionally from love… while chasing after the bond of hate that nobody else quite understands completely.
That girl… so long ago… she was wrong…
As he lies here in his own blood, those accursed eyes staring blankly through me, I feel not even a shred of remorse…
…and as I feel my own life force leaving my body behind, cold and eternally frozen, just like him…
…no… not like him… because I am the last one standing…
...I've... become... complete.