Title : Red Apple Ashes
Authoress : Fiercy
Note: Its 1:25 in the morning. So sue me.
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There is a man.
He is a man who can see a clear path; who can tell the subtle differences between right and wrong and who doesn't falter on his righteous path to retribution.
This man knows exactly who he is.
He is a genius.
He is brave.
He is the epitome of cold detachment.
This man can no longer see in color.
[he doesn't let himself. For if his screening, all seeing eyes slip their focus and in like cracks in a window filters the sunlight and colors dancing upon the warm beams he will think of things that he has no business remembering.
He will think of the red of apples. The sweetest grown in the land of fire.
And he will think of the warmth, the brightness. He will recall the hue of his home, the color of friendship. He will think of the blur of blue that meant safety, the oranges and yellows of companionship, the pinks and greens of childish maybes.
And he will remember.]
This man goes by no name any longer. What is the point? What's the use? Who has the time for some such nonsense as pleasantries and formalities?
No one like him.
This man has been chasing the coattails of his past.
This man has no flaws.
[not anymore.
Once upon a time this man had lived. Or been alive. Whether there is a difference is still unclear.
Either way, you need a semblance of humanity to retain life. That left him long ago.]
His name had once been Uchiha Sasuke. He is a soulless corpse, stalking the earth. Seeing only black and white, ignoring the color seeping into his peripherals.
Until his hands are stained in red and the colors return with vengeance.