Blood dripped from the raven-haired boy's eyes, landing on the picture he was holding in his hand. The Uchiha looked up, seeing the red irises of his eyes, and the unique black pattern in the center of them. When he blinked, it was gone.
His cold black eyes stared back at him through the mirror, blood still running down his left cheek. He had overused his ability again.
"Sasuke!" A loud banging at the door caused Sasuke to dropped the blood-stained picture, and Sasuke didn't make a move to try and pick it up. Instead, he stood up and walked over to his door, opening it a little to get a good look at the old lady standing outside.
"Sasuke, you're a week behind on rent," She stated angrily, holding her hand out.
Sasuke made a small noise that sounded like 'hn' and shut the door on her. He knew she hated that, but he didn't want her to get a look at his other eye, the one that was crying blood from his power-abuse.
Sasuke pulled out an envelope from the desk, and then made his way back to the door. Instead of having to deal with her again, he just casually slide it underneath the door frame, and waited for some sort of response that she got it.
It took about a minute - he imagined she was counting the money to make sure all three hundred dollars where there - but he eventually heard her sigh loudly.
"Alright, Sasuke." She called more gently through the door, and he heard her loud footsteps and she retreated down the squeaky steps back to her apartment.
Sasuke walked back, picking up the picture he had dropped on the floor. The picture was old, and half of it had been burned off, but the other half contained a young man with a stunning resemblance to Sasuke. The man was smiling, and he had his arm around someone, but that part of the picture was the part that had been set on fire.
"Itachi.." Sasuke said, his whole expression turning into a look of pure hatred. Sasuke dropped the picture into the a box, and slammed the top shut on it.
Sasuke's hand went up to rub his head as he felt a migraine coming on. He sighed, retreating back to his dark room for some much needed sleep.
He woke up a couple hours later, confused and ill-feeling. His headache was throbbing, and Sasuke was convinced he was going to throw up right then and there. He took a couple of steady breathes before turning to look at the big red numbers on his clock.
He had slept until midnight; more than eight hours from when the landlady came to get his over-due rent. He sighed, putting a hand to his forehead, which was sticky with sweat.
He had gotten trapped in his own mind again, thanks to the ability he possessed through his eyes. It would explain why his alarm clock didn't wake him up, not that he needed proof. The 'other' place was familiar to him. When his sharigan brought him there, he knew it right away. Blood red skies, white land. The black crows which symbolized his brother... they seemed to be everywhere in that place. Maybe it was because that place was the only lead on his brother that he had. Without it, it would be like his brother never existed.
Sasuke forced himself out of bed, finding his way to the medical cabinet to take an aspirin for the headache.
"You can hide all you want Itachi, but I'm going to find you.." Sasuke whispered, watching his sharigan activate in the mirror. "I'll master this power and take you down for what you've done, even if it is the last thing I do."
The throbbing of his headache returned, causing Sasuke to break focus and lose his sharigan. When he looked back up into the mirror, his onyx eyes stared back at him.
A small tear of blood streamed down his cheek, straining the white of the sink.
He returned back to sleep, not waking up until four in the morning, when his body couldn't sleep any longer. He must have gotten too much sleep, because he was exhausted even though all he had done was sleep for twelve hours.
He tugged on a pair of jeans from the floor, rummaged through his closet, finally finding a decent hoodie that wasn't covered in dirt or blood or the like. His shoes were muddy, but there was nothing he could do about that now, so it sucked it up and slipped them on.
The Ohio air was cold this early in the morning, and the decent sized town he lived in seemed abandoned. As he walked down main street, only about ten cars had passed. In another hour, he knew main street would be more preoccupied. He didn't feel like being there for all that noise. He made his way towards a house that was always opened for him whenever he needed a place to run away to. His closest acquaintance, Suigetsu, lived there.
Now, according to Suigetsu, they were best friends forever. Sasuke, however, was not entirely convinced that he liked Suigetsu. The boy, though only one year younger than Sasuke himself, was exceedingly immature and annoying. But, Sasuke was content with him, and he did respect Suigetsu in a way. The red headed girl he lived with was another story. He was reminded how much he disliked the red head when he entered the house.
"Sasuke, my darling!" Karin squealed, jumping off the couch. She was still in her tank-top and shorts that she slept in, and Sasuke wondered why she was up so early in the first place.
"Karin.." Sasuke nodded. " Why are you up?"
"Work. In one hour. Those shelves aren't gonna stock themselves, ya' know," She replied, heading for the stairs. "I better get ready. I doubt Suigetsu is awake yet, and there's no way in hell I'm waking him up."
"Understood," Sasuke said, sitting down on the couch. He hadn't of come here for the people. He had just wanted to get away from the apartment, and from the pictures, and all the memories that haunted him.
Sasuke leaned back, pretending to watch TV as he let his mind travel elsewhere.
