Disclaimer: I do not own neither the series "Naruto" nor Uchiha Sasuke sadly.

Author's Note: I found this drabble when I was rearranging my stuff.I probably wrote this in school probably in Math class (which is why I don't think it's good since I'm mostly not sane while I'm in school)so just bear with me okay?

Uchiha Sasuke lived for revenge. He couldn't help it. It was planned for him by anyone but him. He did not get to decide as it was already decided for him. So he didn't rebel. Why should he? He went along and lived his life as it was planned for him. He lived for revenge.

It started with him. As planned he hated him and woved to take revenge. Avenger he called himself. To avenge his dead parents he got stronger and stronger, and did everything he could right or wrong to kill him. Kill the one who murdered his entire family. Kill the one who shattered his life into pieces.

But how exactly? How could he have killed his once favourite person in the world? How cold he kill his, brother? He had to that's how. How could he not if that's what was supposed to happen? In the end it's all Que Sera Sera right?

So he did it. Killed him. Only to find that it was all for nothing. That he hated the wrong man from the very beginning. He had destroyed his beloved brother all for nothing. And the funny thing was, he always knew. He always knew that he shouldn't have hated him. A part of him always knew. That part screamed at him, accusing him for not listening for all this time, way before Madara told him the story. No he realised he he had been wrong for all his life the moment Itachi's fingers touched his forehead one last time. Then he realised nothing would ever be the same.

But Uchiha Sasuke lived for revenge. Maybe not by choice but that's what he did. He had to , needed to hate someone. So he did. So he does. He now hates Konoha and wows to take .

Once Again. Revenge. More kils. More deaths. More tears. More hollowness. More…