He Knew
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Sasuke Uchiha was lying on his bed, thinking, wondering. Next to him was his beautiful wife, Sakura Uchiha nee Haruno. She had long, pink hair and sea foam green eyes. She was very beautiful indeed. He was the opposite. Though very handsome, he had dark features; black as the night hair, short and to his shoulders. His eyes were deep and as black as the new moon.
What Sasuke was thinking of was his brother, Itachi.
He was thinking of that secret of Itachi's that he was trusted with.
The secret was: He knew.
He knew the reason for the clan's death and why he had to alone.
He knew the reason why his brother was dying a painful death.
He knew the reason why he had to kill his beloved family.
He knew the reason of everything that had happened that night.
Sasuke hid the fact he knew from everyone. Itachi had come to him, told him and begged him to help.
His mother and father knew, as did the whole clan in fact.
They knew their fate and Sasuke knew his.
He would be the survivor.
The new generation…
Everything he did was going to be for a reason.
Being coldhearted…
Having no friends until Team 7 came along…
Letting Orochimaru infect him with the curse mark…
Getting his ass handed to him by his brother when he was looking for Naruto…
Leaving all he knew and loved behind to become Orochimaru's…
Betraying his friends…
Killing his brother…
Never telling the truth to anyone…
He was actually a very nice guy. He could smile. He could laugh. He was like every other teenager when their friends had been. He was not to show it though. He was forbidden to. Itachi had to make sure that the Konoha Village's elders saw how much power they had over the Uchiha clan.
They had none.
If they had had any, the clan wouldn't have found out. Sasuke wouldn't have found out. Itachi wouldn't have had to kill the clan.
But they didn't have the power and it destroyed the village.
Sasuke lived with the guilt of carrying such a burden. He had help his clan get murdered, helped his brother escape, and fooled the village into thinking everything was different. Horrible guilt…
When he got together with Sakura, everything in his world had changed. He was in love; something he never thought was going to be possible with the burden he carried.
Everything was so natural with her. Kissing her… Holding her… Making love to her…
One day, things changed. He spilled everything he was holding back to her on the anniversary of their deaths.
And when it was all over, she understood.
She didn't judge him.
She knew why he had done what he had done.
She didn't blame him.
She believed him.
Sasuke was a new man that day.
He smiled more. He laughed at Naruto's stupid jokes. He even called Kakashi, their mentor, "Father".
He had children now.
Four kids; three boys and a little girl…
They were named: Itachi, Shusui, Obito, and Mikoto.
Itachi was obviously named after his only brother, who he loved and cherished.
Shusui was the name of his cousin who had suffered first in the clan's demise.
Obito was his uncle, who had given his father, Kakashi, his Sharigan.
Mikoto was his beautiful mother and his daughter looked exactly like her.
Sakura was proud of him. He had done what his family had thought was right and though many would have judged him as a murder and careless, he had loved his family so much he had burdened his whole life about their death's secrets.
Yes, today, only Sakura knew about him knowing. Sakura still loved him.
He felt renewed.
He felt alive.
He felt like a family again.
And it was all because: He knew.
