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I looked down, blood and rain dripping before my eyes, at Itachi, sprawled on the floor. Dead. I had done it at last. My brother was dead. He deserved it, I knew he deserved it.

He's gone.

The corner of my mouth curled into a satisfied smile as I fell to the floor.

I woke up in a dark room, and a masked man stood in the corner. This is around where the pain began.

He's gone.

I tore my hands through my hair, bringing pain that I hoped would drown out my grief.

He's gone and I killed him.

I slapped myself, hard. This is what I wanted! Almost all of my life had been spent working towards this. Towards killing Itachi. But then Madara told me everything. He had filled every thought running through my head. He was the reason my heart beat. He was everything. I was made to kill him. And now I'd done it, I'd got my revenge. My goal was complete. So why wasn't I feeling ecstatic? There was nothing left for me any more. Everything I ever wanted, ever needed, had gone. My world was dead.

"You still don't know? It was, to protect you."

"You need to know about him... This man who risked everything to protect the Shinobi world... The leaf village... And most of all, his little brother."

"Remember your loving older brother."

Madara's words swam around my head like poison. Reminding me that I had killed the only person I had ever admired and loved enough to hate. I had killed the person who had done everything in his power, even let himself die, to protect me.

Regret

Guilt

Hate

Love

THIS ISN'T WHAT I WANT!

Why Madara, did you have to tell me that? Could you not have left be to bask in the glory of accomplishing my life's goal. Left me to be content in knowing the one thing I had ever wanted, I had got? I would have found something else to fill my time. But no, you told me the truth and now all I have is this awful hurt. Hatred of myself for not seeing the terrible burden my beloved brother had been carrying, and protecting me from. I never stopped to think, how killing your entire clan would feel, all I knew was that they were gone, and it was because of him. Alas, he had not been the sick, sadist bastard I had thought of. No, I had killed the man who could have been the best thing that happened to the leaf village. The one who was so selfless he gave up his life for the possibility of peace.

At least now I can perhaps begin to understand some of what it must have felt like for him. He had to kill the clan. But I chose to kill my brother.