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Maybe it was all a dream. A horrible, horrible dream. It was genjutsu by someone, to punish me for some unknown crime.
No. That wasn't it.
A trick then. That had to be it. Nothing else made sense. All I have to do is open my eyes, and I'll be staring at the ceiling. Okaa-san will be calling from downstairs; I think I can hear her now.
Otou-san is out with Itachi, training. He's gotta practice, after all. Otou-san has to show him how to be a leader, so our clan will stay great.
Yeah, that's it. A trick. I have to tell Otou-san, and he'll deal with it.
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It smells really clean. Maybe I've slept in. Okaa-san has cleaned the house now. It must not be lunch time yet; I can't smell the food. Why are there so many people here? Is is a meeting that Otou-san is having? I doesn't sound like it. They don't sound like the men at the Police Academy. Maybe they're some of Itachi-onii-san's friends. They all seem powerful, like him.
Sasuke opened his eyes, expecting to see the ceiling, dull and brown, like always. He expected to awaken to the scrolls and tools that littered his room; the ones his mother would tell him to pick up later.
He expected Itachi to joke that he was like a badger, always sleeping. His friends would be downstairs discussing strategies, as always. His father would have already left for the Police Academy, so he wouldn't be home.
Sasuke found himself at the hospital, his left shoulder bandaged. The ceiling was stark white, the antibacterial flooding his scent. The medical ninja walked through the hallways, seeing to each of their patients. He told himself he must've been the targt of a really nasty trick. They'd hurt him, so he was here for the night. The culprits probably had hit his head, so he couldn't remember right. He felt fine now, though, and he had to go home. He had to go and train more.
Rolling out of the bed, Sasuke crept to the door of his room, knowing those medics wouldn't let him leave easily. He peaked around the corner, and saw two of them whispering and pointing in his general direction.
"It's horrible, really. He was such a sweet kid too..." One of them said sadly. Sasuke figured they were talking about someone in the room next to him.
"I can't believe he's the only one left." The other deadpanned. Sasuke stopped to listen.
"But why leave only him?"
"They're brothers, I heard. Maybe that was it."
"The guy killed his whole family without caring. What's some little brother worth to him?"
The medics shushed eachother, realizing they were gaining curious listeners, like Sasuke. The young Uchiha could hear nothing more. It was just some crazy guy who killed his hosuehold and then himself. He'd heard his father speak of it before. Sasuke still, however, crept out of the hospital with a sense of unease. He reached the compound in ten minuets, and as he neared it, the people thinned until he was the only one left walking.
It was all a horrible trick someone played. I was an easy target: I won't let my gaurd down again. I'll get back at them for doing this to me. For making me afraid, for making me see all of those horrible things. For forcing me to be a pawn, unwanted, undeserving. The trick went too far. If this is the game they wanted to play, then fine. I'll fight back. I'll make them see I'm not a pawn. That I am more powerfull than them, that I am worthy of them. Oh yes, Itachi will pay. Just you wait and see.