Author's Notes: This is a short one-shot piece written as a writing exercise in 15 minutes with a list of 7 words I was required to use.
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Itachi stalked around his small, circular room. For all the time that had passed since he first left this village of the hidden leaf, there was still something comforting about the deep green shadows of the thick forests.
But in his mind, there was something cold about these trees.
He slammed his fist into the wall, and ground his knuckles against the thin wood. it was dark, so he couldn't see it, but he could feel the cool satisfaction of a thin trickle of his own blood.
he had come back for a certain person.
The leaf had many enemies and he was convinced to prove himself the greatest of those.
A betrayer.
A murderer.
One who managed to escape, taking their precious codes and secrets with him, and leaving the blood of their greatest clan behind.
Blood.
He lifted his hand to his face, and bit at the raw knuckles, tasting his own blood. The sharp metallic taste was satisfying. He couldn't help but smile. He couldn't recall the last time he had bled.
"Learn to hate me." he whispered, leaning against the wall and staring in the direction of the village. "Live with malice, and we'll see what you can do."
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Itachi stalked around his small, circular room. For all the time that had passed since he first left this village of the hidden leaf, there was still something comforting about the deep green shadows of the thick forests.
But in his mind, there was something cold about these trees.
He slammed his fist into the wall, and ground his knuckles against the thin wood. it was dark, so he couldn't see it, but he could feel the cool satisfaction of a thin trickle of his own blood.
he had come back for a certain person.
The leaf had many enemies and he was convinced to prove himself the greatest of those.
A betrayer.
A murderer.
One who managed to escape, taking their precious codes and secrets with him, and leaving the blood of their greatest clan behind.
Blood.
He lifted his hand to his face, and bit at the raw knuckles, tasting his own blood. The sharp metallic taste was satisfying. He couldn't help but smile. He couldn't recall the last time he had bled.
"Learn to hate me." he whispered, leaning against the wall and staring in the direction of the village. "Live with malice, and we'll see what you can do."