fighting, for my angel
2: how very wrong,
Standard Disclaimer Applied.
It doesn't take much to remind him, not when really, it's always creeping from the back of his mind. His memories flicker from the times before - when the sun would shine down on the grounds, and the Uchiha's would walk through, with their stern faces but loving smiles - and after. After, when there was only blood, blood, and more blood, and the destruction of everything he had always known, and thought he'd have. How very wrong he was.
Nothing has changed since the last time he was at the compounds, though the dust and dirt has certainly collected (and when he sees the overgrown gardens, he can't help but feel a pang of embarrassment). The emotions he wishes he could force back, won't stay within their rightful place - the bottom of his heart, locked up so tight, yet squeezing through anyway. This is the place they died. This is the place he had killed them at. And all for a greater unknown cause.
Sasuke escapes into his old household, dismissing the ANBU that had escorted him there with a frightful, red glare. All around him, it was all around him, they were all around him. He fell to the ground, and staring down at the floor, held back a scream. If only killing Itachi had made things easier.
--x--
Is it possible, she wonders as she thinks of this broken man, that one day he will smile? Will the day come where his nightmares stop, when his own shadow no longer haunts him? Will he be able to look up to the endless blue sky, the shining sun, and feel the flood of happiness run through his body, stronger then the hate he has always known?
She isn't sure. But she hopes, for the sake of all he has sacrificed, that he will. And she hopes, for the sake of all she has sacrificed, that she will get to see it.