Calumniate Deceitful
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of the characters in the show and anime... If I did I wouldn't be sitting here writing stories about it...
I'd be rich and living in a mansion and then I would get strange questions asking why I am sitting down writing a story about it when I could be
swimming or sitting on a beach. Go figure.
Description: It's said that every strong man has a weakness... -They were opposites, like ice and fire.- The past never really lets go. -Blood runs through their veins. Thats where the similarities end.-
Red. Dark Red. It was everywhere, coating heavily on his arms and face. Flowing steadily from the cracked and broken skin.
Dead bodies littering the floor, looks of pure terror etched into their faces
but ending up lifeless before having a chance to blink or speak, not that it mattered because that
would only have served to make loud yells of pain. This is his way of living, dead or alive because
thats how the perspective of life shone into his views, glazing over already glassy eyes.
Living only for the pure thrill of moving swiftly, cutting through tender flesh, causing the life liquid
to bleed through. It was like a mirror, reflecting the sins he had commited, roping through the fine
line between sane and insane but creating a haze so that you couldn't tell exactly where you are on that
camoflauged line. This is how it was, it was a scene that he hated,despised, and lived in forever as
a mirage. [But deep down Sasuke knew that this is what he wanted and needed.]
Black and White. That was the only thing he saw in his eyes when he glanced through the pools and
puddles of blood. Black blood. He hated it, living his life hidden behind this cold exterior, because
he was nothing but a insignificant facade of lies. Peace was what he really wanted but could do nothing
to help it. It was his duty to go against his village and do nothing to help the world that needed it.
He hated life itself. [Except for the one thing that kept him motivated and surviving]
Moving smooth, gracefully, and soundlessly, he slid his gleaming blade through the porcelain skin pulled
over the veins and muscles of the neck. Blood came pouring out and covering his sword and hand leaving a
shimmering layer of red on his skin. [But he really saw black]
Swift movements cut through bleary vision and the next thing he felt was pain, white hot pain lancing up
through his chest, looking down he noted the katana jutting out of his chest. Blood rolled down the
pale skin of his upper body, staining his clothes through completely. Death was just another part of
life that you had to deal with. [But Itachi knew he could survive because he had to keep going.]
Love is a strong power. [He traded honor for disgrace, and love for hatred, and even then he died
smiling]
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They have blood running through their veins... that where the similarities end...
- It's said that every strong man has a weakness. [Uchiha Itachi]
"Because the past never really lets go."
Authors note:
Please Read and Review!
Its somewhat gory and I have never written a story like this before... And incase you dont get how the story works, its suppose to define
Sasuke and Itachi... The first part is Sasuke and then it is Itachi, it shows how different they are and how their personalites have changed since they were kids...
Hope you enjoyed reading it