I do not own Naruto or any of its Characters. This is just a wee drabble that came to mind =]
Sasuke always loved his mother. She loved him unconditionally. She cheered him on at his highs and hugged his pain away at his lows.
He however, hated his father. When you try so hard to earn someone's love only to be smacked down again by the shadow of your older brother achievements at every single turn, you just can't feel any other way.
Getting a B on an exam wasn't good enough if his brother got an A.
He wouldn't go to see his football teams matches just because he wasn't the captain like his brother was.
When he got his first part-time job, his mother was thrilled while his father simply snorted saying his brother had already been working for three years.
When he passed his driving test the second time he took his test, his father snidely asked why he didn't get it the first time like his brother.
Nothing was ever good enough.
Nothing.
Ever.
He hated him and he hated his brother too, If he weren't alive his father would love him like he loved Itachi.
And yet, after the car crash, when his father's body was being lowered into the ground, along with his mothers, Sasuke cried just as hard for him as he did her.
When he and his brother were left alone by their parents' grave, he gripped his brother's hand as tight as he could and only when his brother pulled him into a hug did it truly hit him.
His brother was all he had now. His brother loved him. He had been cursing Itachi's name for years and here he was hugging him, telling him everything would be alright. He was a fool.
He wished it hadn't taken his parent's deaths to be able to see things clearly.
Why is it it takes the death of someone important to us to realise what we truly have?
Must be the death perspective.