Well, its about two in the morning and I'm suffering from jet lag, but this was one of those stupidshit overangsty oneshots that haunt me until I post them. Sorry for the complete wierdness.
Sorry for that stupid summary, too, I have a bad habit of copy-pasting random lines. I just can't write a damn summary or name a fic to save my life.
Disclaimer: Kishimoto-sensei owns Naruto and its a good thing I don't; it'd be the most overly-angsty piece of death-overload shit. Heh.
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When his brothers blood finally slips between his fingers, when the adrenaline finally ceases its relentless flow, when everything he has ever hoped and dreamed for is gone, just like that, the ever-growing weight of what he's been doing finally hits and he falls to his knees bathed in blood.
The mission is accomplished, and it should be the happiest day of his life, but now life is a blank screen of endless static, nowhere to go, nowhere to return. He has no need of Orochimaru, hates the bastard, nothing waits for him in Konoha, and for the first time he begins to realize that perhaps this isn't the end.
He is here, he is still alive and will be for much longer, but what for?
Every day, every minute, every thought was devoted to this, and he left nothing for himself. He is no one. A hollow soul carved out by dreams and visions and demons, all crashing down in one moment, this.
He had a friend, once, a long time ago when he still had a heart. Yet that friend is gone, God knows where, and Sasuke knows he probably won't be coming back. Not after everything that has happened. Not after he left him in pursuit of his fucking destiny.
Sasuke finally stands and the flat, dull Sharingan of Itachi stares up at him. He stares right back, dissatisfied, covered in blood and gore and hatred, everything he has wanted, yet he wants more.
He still hasn't avenged his clan. He still hasn't returned every bit of the despair, the loss, the unnatural taste of a fathers blood flowing in a river to one's lips. The feeling of total solitude, isolation from the happy world of people to look up to and be with and damn it; Itachi has only suffered physically, and it isn't enough.
Those eyes still haven't closed. The red dances stubbornly, mocking him and his entire reason to live, you foolish little brother, weak little brother.
What have you been doing with your life?
Sasuke screams, attempting to relieve the anguish that should no longer be building up inside of him like some fucking bomb. And yet he can't make it stop, can't stop this vicious path he is trapped on of self-destruction, of wasting everything on one simple dream and leaving everything, nothing, behind.
Even when all is said and done, he still just can't.
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Whether you liked it or not, review. And tell me if I should write for Naruto more becaus except for something my friend posted and something she says I posted yet I don't remember it, this is the first I've ever written.