Updated: 5-18-2016
Corrected Spelling mistake, added many details, decided to change the plot. The creative juice is pouring out my fingers right now so I won't stop until I update every chapter
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"If there is no struggle, there is no progress." ~Frederick Douglass
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Chapter One: Realization
Sasuke Uchiha.
I tried to recollect the vacant memories I had of him from the academy and that was hard, but who could forget the Uchiha massacre. In a single night, Itachi slaughtered the entire Uchiha clan. Rumors spread that both parents were willing to accept their fate rather than fight their own son. To make matters worse, Itachi killed both parents just before Sasuke returned home from the Academy. Itachi put Sasuke in Tsukuyomi and forced Sasuke to watch each member get killed repeatedly then encouraged Sasuke to avenge the family.
I couldn't remember a day when he was happy after losing all his family. I remember that his hatred and loneliness only fueled his darkness way earlier than mine.
My mind was spinning wildly trying to comprehend the horrid events and compare it to Sasuke's past. I never understood his choices nor his self-brooding aura for the longest until now. The massacre was the darkness finally rearing its ugly head despite the beauty of its presence.
Massacre.
Was that the correct term for what has happened recently. The word wasn't sufficient enough to cover the magnitude of the situation. Genocide, it was a fucking Genocide. The bodies, the blood, the nightmares, the screams, the blood, the emptiness, the blood, the confusion, the raids, the anger, the blood. My thoughts were interrupted with Sasuke putting the metal cup near my mouth again. My heart was pounding in my ears and my mind was jumbled with every image and feeling that I attempted to hold back. It was time for me to let the darkness engulf me and let the nightmares begin.
O.o.O.o.O
I stared at her sickly pale face, her untamed oily hair, her chapped pink tinted lips and grunt from the attractiveness even when she is half dead. The whole reason I was following the princess initially was because of Kakashi's orders and my mind play it over and over again. Because perhaps without Kakashi I wouldn't have found my latest obsession.
I entered Kakashi's office with my bird mask partially on. I just recently got this black outfit, gray flak jacket, ninja sandals with spikes, and a white cloak that covered the tacky spiral tattoo on my shoulder. After spending six months in the chambers and letting the pair of torture experts probe certain aspects of my mind; I was granted the highest rank possible by Konoha and out of boredom I joined ANBU.
I raised my eyebrow as I saw Kakashi dressed in his traditional headpiece and haori, along with a red, full-length kimono, tied using a white sash. I push the curiosity to the side because it was none of my business anyway and stood in front of his desk. He looked up at me while signing paperwork and massaging his temple.
"I have an S-ranked mission." He said sighing. I looked at him with a bored expression even though it was about fucking time I did something. I nodded my head indicating that I would gladly accept the damn mission.
"I need you to follow Hinata," Now that made me raise my eyebrow. The Hyuga girl? My assignment is to babysit the Hyuga girl. I gritted my teeth while trying to contain my nonchalant mask. "She's going to the Sound Village to get top secret information of a conspiracy bigger than the Uchiha massacre." My breathing hitched for a moment. After finding out the truth of what happened to Itachi, I vowed to destroy this village but first I must gather all the information and form an army to do so.
"What I am about to tell you cannot." Kakashi rose from his seat and summoned all the ANBUs out of the room then sealed it for precautionary reasons.
"There has been a conspiracy of the end of this world," I rolled my eyes I'm guessing he ignored it and continued, "There have been wars that the villages and those around are aware of; However there is also wars that only the council of all the leaders know of. There is a conspiracy of an explosive device developed by Orochimaru that has the power to release the same energy of 1,000,000 paper bombs. This device can devastate an entire city by blast and fire … When we raided Orochimaru labs we found from your memories in search of this device to destroy it. It was never found. For decades, it was forgotten. But recently in the past three years, there had been small chatter that someone found it…"
"Why the Hyuga girl"
"Hinata" he emphasized as a way to remind me her name, "is an asset because her father wants to see whether she could fulfill this mission and become the Head of the Clan."
I remained silent trying to wrap my head around the information, I nodded my head and left.
O.o.O.o.O
One week in, she became an obsession.
This woman was the most boring and irritating woman I have ever watched. She was fucking perfect. She had curves that could make all women jealous. Her midnight blue hair framed her delicate facial features. When the sun hit her skin… she looked angelic … even her sleeping was enchanting.
The woman was graceful in his fighting techniques; it looked as though she was performing a dance of death. She remained humble throughout the whole experience in Cloud despite the danger she was constantly in. Every time she killed someone she took a moment to pray for their souls.
How in the hell was she able to be the light in a dark Shinobi world. She wasn't of this world and it fucking pissed me off. Every perfection made me grit my teeth. Everything about her made me angry. How the hell was she able to stay so innocent in her field of career.
I waited for her to mess up just once. Then finally, during the hunt for the information, a man almost raped her. I watched in anticipation. It was an erotic experience watching the fear cloud her judgment … her stutter was music to my ears.
But then I got angry. I got angry because it was not me causing her to quiver and it is some low-level thug. I gritted my teeth and came to her rescue. I slit his throat with a kunai because he wasn't worthy of my sword. The blood got all over us and she looked fearful and a hint of thankfulness. I gave her the most venomous smile I could muster and heightened my killer intent to the point where she felt as though she was choking… eventually, she passed out; I took her to her hotel and brain-washed everyone to ensured they never saw me. I took the time to wash her and touch every part of her body… carefully. Her neck was alluring and her pink plump nipples were begging to be played with. I grunted by my thought and began washing her clothes. I scoffed because the almighty Uchiha has been a maid for the last hour and a half. I wasn't sure why I was willing to go to far to cover my fuck up.
"What the hell is wrong with me," I said out loud. I put the clothes she slept in on her and slipped out the window.
I took a cold shower after I left.
I never knew why as soon as we got back to the village and why I continued to stalk her until then. Perhaps in a fucked up way, I developed feelings for her. Her perfection caused my downfall for a split moment and I wanted to know why. It clearly stretched further than physical appearance. What did she have over me? I scoffed at my thoughts in my chair and continued to stare at her body.
"I will break you…more than the last days did" I said loud enough for her to hear. She moved around in response.
O.o.O.o.O
I sat up so fast that the pain shot through my body faster than I could process. The nightmares I dreamt of were too real, but then it hit me.
I'm living in my nightmares.
I looked at his sleeping body and stared at how the lantern illuminated the ice prince skin. I was enticed by his body but reached for the leftover rice that was next to the makeshift bed instead. I ate the food quickly so the taste wouldn't be able to bother me as much then took the metal cup out of his hand and drunk the left over water. My body was telling me to stop moving around and stay on the makeshift bed, but I refused. I slowly got out of the bed and tripped over my own foot. If it's one thing that never changed; my clumsiness was still apparent.
"You shouldn't move, you're wounded." I looked up into his eyes and got up.
"I don't need your help" I spewed before hobbling out of the makeshift tent. He never responded; he never questioned me.
The cold breeze touching my skin was the best feeling aside from the smell of burning flesh still lingering on my bloody jacket. Just for a moment, I felt a small tinge of happiness when the sunrise kissed my pale skin. Taking off my jacket I started to examine just the damage done by being thrown back into a tree. I'm not sure why I was confused to seeing new bandages at this point because Sasuke never ceased to blow away my expectations of him. When my mind drifted off to his unusual accustomed I felt someone hit me with brute force. I stumbled back but landed on the ankle I managed to sprain when I got off the bed (at least I think I did).Without hesitation, I opened my eyes and looked at this man who hit me.
"Wha' tye of focking ninsha lets somfing like this happen?" The man's face was flushed and each word forced his alcoholic stench into my nose. He was obviously drunk but his little action didn't stop me from feeling anger course through my body. The more I looked at his pathetic attempt to harm me, the more I realized that tears were streaming down his face. Where the hell did he get alcohol from?
"My wife and children died cos' of the facking war to withhol' this peace! WHARE IN YOUR PEACE NAW!" I listened to his voice crack and watched him walk closer to where I stood. I didn't mind dying because I had people waiting for me on the other side. What was the point of fighting the inevitable… I closed my eyes preparing for the grips of death to embrace me but instead I heard gurgling sound and felt wet and sticky liquid splatter on the side of my face and jacket (yet again).
"Sasuke," I said quietly before opening my eyes again to see his kunai covered in blood as well as everything surrounding the immediate spot. The deep gash across the throat of the drunk man poured out blood and all I could do was stare in envy.
"Why do you keep saving me…" I whispered to him. He walked up towards me and wiped some of the man's blood off my face and I flinched. I was angry so I used my small fist to hit him in the chest. He didn't flinch nor move while I continued to beat on his chest,
"Fight back!" I screamed, "I want to die! Let me die!" He stood there taking my pathetic hits on his chest but then grunted. I didn't care if he got annoyed with me, I wanted to hurt him. Instead, he grabbed both my wrists and forced me to look at him. I tried to fight his grasp but now my tears were falling down my face and my mind went blank.
I let everything sink in finally after three days of evading the truth.
"Konoha is dead," I finally whispered.