Disclaimer: I, fan-fiction writer, Sabrina Neo, hereby claim that I own neither Naruto nor any of its property.
Author's Note: After a long pause in writing, I finally decided to pen down this short and (in my opinion) morbid fan-fic about Sasuke. Please read and enjoy! Any criticisms / comments are welcome!
Bloodlust
A Naruto fan-fiction
Blood.
It trickles through my fingers. Drips down gently, one drop at a time, making a small splash in the small puddle of blood pooling around my feet. The colour of the blood fascinates me. It is bright, so brilliantly red, so human. It feels so unlike its owner. Its owner is - no, was - like carved stone, a shimmering black, an evil which always stood out. A monster of stone incapable of feeling anything. His blood determines his death. It spells it out, letter by letter, like how someone writes his name on paper. Letter by letter.
I roar with glee into the dark sky, where the rain descends from. It splashes on my face, washes away the blood on my hands, but there is just too much to wash away all at once.
I have finally, after years of hard toil, fulfilled my life-long mission. I have avenged my clan, which was killed by him. Yes, killed by him. I have finally surpassed him. The name Uchiha Sasuke will forever be known as the one who destroyed the so-called invincible Uchiha Itachi.
An insane smile lights my features. No, it isn't insane. It is merely twisted. Twisted by the irony of knowing how deeply enslaved I am in my darkness, when I chose this path. Twisted by the deep knowledge of the emotion which stirs deep inside me as I watch the last remnants of blood wash away. This is an emotion that surges through me, my fingers tingling, my body trembling in anticipation. I know what this emotion is. It is lust.
Lust for blood. I want blood.
I look yet again at my hands, my palms, my trembling wrists, my tingling fingers. The blood has been washed away by the rain, but it will forever be stained. Yes, it will forever be stained by the shadow of blood. The smell still lingers. It captivates me. It is the only thing that keeps my muddled mind clear.
I have killed him. I have nothing left. When I was alive, all I wanted was to kill him. I thought of killing him, I dreamt of killing him. My life was all about the day of his death. It could not include the existence of friends or family. Images of the two loyal friends who stuck with me through thick and thin stand out in my mind, but I brush them away with an impatient hand. They linger still, one with a face choked with tears as she pleads with me not to go on, the other with a bright, radiant smile on his face as he eats away happily at his lunch. I am fed up. I destroy their images in my mind. Friends? Hmph. What innocence. I have no need for them, now that I have died.
Yes, I have died. Now that I have killed him, I have died. I lived for him only, and with his death, Uchiha Sasuke dies too. I am just a shell. Yes, I am just a soulless husk. I am dead, just a living corpse, and the only thing keeping me alive is the sense of blood. That was the last I saw of him. His blood. The smell of it clears my mind.
Even if my body lives on, I have died. But with my body, my existence lives on. I can only live with blood on my hands, because I have been stained with blood, and there is no turning back. This is the path that I chose. I do not regret it.
I laugh hollowly. The laughter rings in my ears. It does not sound human anymore. No, I am not human anymore. I am just a monster who lives for blood now. And with my new existence, I can see my future. It is black, black with evil, with blood smeared all over it. It is a future which I cannot turn from. No, I can never turn from it.
So I walk forth, towards it.
It envelops me in darkness.
And in blood.