Sasuke looked down on his brother as he took his last breath, begging him not to die.
"Ototou…" he had managed to tell his younger brother. "I'm….sorry." Sasuke looked around at the others who had witnessed the death before roughly shoving Karin and Suigetsu out of his way as he darted from the scene. Running. Again. Just like that night. He'd been done a horrible wrong, but…He'd had his reasons….That man…
"Itachi. My own brother." He mentally corrected and he ran from the scene, out into the storm that had started up again shortly after he'd delivered the deathly blow.
Running.
It was all he was good at.
That night, from the scene where his whole life had been taken from him.
3 years ago, from his only friend.
And now…from where he'd killed his last family member. His own flesh and blood.
His older brother.
He could hardly remember the good for so long, and it was rushing back. All of it. His brother, promising him he'd help him become strong. His brother, letting him sleep in his bed with him when he had a nightmare to ward away what scared him-and it always seemed to work. His brother, teaching him how to hold and throw weapons, and smiling as he flung them, missing his target by a long shot. His brother, patching up a wound while he sniffled, wiping away tears, and his brother smiling up to him and promising him it was okay, everything was alright. Many times. Every word he'd said was rushing back. He'd believed very word he'd said back then. But why was it locked away until now?
Why had he been such a fool?
The last breath he ever breathed, the last words he'd ever uttered…
"I'm…sorry."
He'd stopped by this time, and was surrounded by Naruto and his team.
"I'm not letting you go this time!" he vaguely heard. "Just come back with us quietly and I won't have to hurt you!" He looked up to the sky, heart full of regret. He liked the rain.
It hid tears well.