Disclaimer – I don not own Naruto or Sasuke or it would all be Yaoi and Sailor Moon would be Naruto's long lost sister (I mean, do they look and act alike or what?) nor make any $$$ from the writing of this story. It only served to freak the hell out of my teacher and classmates.
I thought I knew everything. I thought I had everything. I thought I knew back then who I was going to be. He proved me wrong. He proved me wrong when he ripped my family away from with just a steak knife at the dinner table.
I was a normal seven year old, well, maybe a bit more well off than most. I had a mum, a dad and a big brother who I adored. I went to school. I learned how to add and how to write. I played with plastic swords. I smiled, I laughed, and I got dirty. I almost drowned once in our pond but He saved me. I wish he hadn't.
Then, one night, one normal nothing-out-of-the-ordinary night, we sat down to a normal dinner of steak and vegetables that Mum had cooked. He picked up his knife, leant over, gave her a hug, kissed her cheek and slit her throat. Father stood up and tried to get to the phone but He followed him and pushed the same knife into the back of his neck.
I just sat there, the whole time. To this day I still berate myself for not moving, not running. But I didn't. Couldn't. Especially when a turned to me and…
And Smiled.
It was the scariest thing I'd ever seen in my life and it still haunts me. That Smile. That Loving, Caring Smile. I had never seen his smile as warm as it was in that moment. I should know, he only ever smiled for me. He and I were best friends until that night.
They said he was mentally unstable so they locked him in the high security ward at the mental institution. After all, why would the 13 year old son of Fugaku and Mikoto Uchiha kill his parents in cold blood before giving his baby brother a hug and trying to tuck him into bed as though nothing had happened? But they were wrong…I know they were.
That Man, my brother, is not crazy…he's a sociopath. Someone who gets off on seeing everyone around him suffer. He knows I know it too. That's why he left me alive. To suffer. To torture me. To lead me to discover what I was really to become.
I know now, what I really need…and I will have it. I know what I needed to know and I have learnt it. I know I am not a normal 13 yr old but what is normal? I know who…no, what I am.
I am the Avenger. And I belong with my family.
Mum.
Father.
Brother.
In death.
At least, that's what I continue to tell myself as they lead my to the doctors surgery where I will be injected and killed for murdering my sick brother in cold blood in his room at the mental hospital.
When the dear Mrs Backwell read this, all she did was look at me weird and tell me it was too obscure to write in the exams. But what did you think? Was it decent or am I just a freak? Please review!!!!!! Greyspell. XOXO