A/N Heya. First shot at something like this, so tell me if I completely sucked or not. Hopefully, this idea hasn't already been done (at least not in the same way that I've done it)'cause it took me forever to do. (I rewrote it quite a few times.) Anyway! If you're confused about anything, look down at the bottom of the fic for an explanation of what's going on here.
Disclaimer: Do I look like Masashi Kishimoto to you, fool?
It only takes one day to remember a single lifetime.
It had been something of a tradition for him for the past few years. It was the only day that the things he did ever varied from what he normally did. None of his friends ever noticed this change; in fact, they never noticed him at all.
Sometimes, you can't help but remember. Sometimes, you just have to.
With his hands shoved into his pockets, he would walk around the familiar streets of Konoha, stopping every once in awhile to admire significant places from his memories. A ghost of a smile would appear on his lips, his eyes seeing something no one else could. He would close his eyes, as if savoring that image, before moving on to the next.
He couldn't dwell on any memory for too long, because he only had a single day to do it all in.
Most of the day, though, would be spent at the Memorial Stone, remembering. That was where all of his friends would go on this day, and it was one of the rare occasions that he ever got to see them all together. He was the only one ever late for this occasion, but he knew they didn't mind.
"At least I know I'm not the only sentimental idiot who spends this day remembering."
He remembered a lot of things on this day. There were a lot of things to think about.
But, there were quite a few things that he didn't want to remember or think about.
During this time, he never thought about what could have been or should of been, just what had been.
Thinking about that sort of thing would be too painful. Too many things had gone wrong.
He wouldn't think about the mistakes he had made, or all the things he could have done to right the wrongs he had committed.
It was just one of the many other things that he didn't want to remember or think about.
He wouldn't think of how the decisions he had made had destroyed his future.
But, there wasn't any future to think about, really.
Sasuke knew, after all, that when you're dead, you have no future.
But he didn't want to think of that, either.
A/N Okay, a little explanation if you didn't understand. In this fic, Sasuke has died (obviously). Once a year, for a single day (on the day that he died), he can roam around freely (as a ghost/spirit/whatever). On this day, he takes time to just think back and remember things about his life. And there ya go. That's pretty much the basic idea of this little ficlet. Feedback appreciated.