A few words if you will

Hatred….pure, incomparable to anything as pitiful as annoyance, hatred, something I can not describe as an emotion, or perhaps something else? I'm not entirely sure, only that it bursts forth in uncontrollable wills and flames that dance along my very spine. It burns in anger and disdain, rises to the tip of my tongue, controlled only just barely. Did they take me to be a fool? Did they truly believe I would not see nor hear their words as I had awaited my death?

I was still a Shinobi.

Even dying.

It didn't take all too much, just a few drops of poison to seal their lips forever, dying before me with fear writhing beneath flesh. A disgusting, cowardly way to take another's life, but with my current state, no choice had been given.

I don't regret it however. Even as they were rushed into the emergency ward, their eyes glassy as frothy spittle dripped pass their jaws. They had known it was by my own reason that they fell, faltered and danced along the hand of death. I only made the fingers curl in an embrace, hastening their end. It was not out of mercy that I chose poison, one which scorched the veins that bled lies and whispers on the rise.

Did they truly believe they could take the position of power away from Nii-san? Honestly? How utterly foolish.

It was there that I knew my death would ensure Nii-san's downfall. Those glances cast as soon as Madara was out of sight, they knew. After all, Madara had never dared raise a hand against the Clan. I however, have done so, many, many times. It did not always result in death, I assure you, though some certainly wished it so.

For some, I took their plans, breaking and bending them. Others, I took their hopes and dreams, crushing, shattering them slowly in the form of nightmares. For the cowardly, those who tried to give poison in the form of tea. Easily seen as copper against honey and sage. Their own poisons were given right back at them, and though not a particularly cruel man, I enjoyed their fates, watching them as they begged for mercy.

Mercy they would not have given to the one they attempted to give such death to in a drink.

Did they truly believe I would grant them such a saving grace when they tried to fell me and Nii-san both? Certainly not. Of course not. But I could no longer avoid the truth of the matter, the bile that rises in my throat, Nii-san will be turned on, savagely so when an opportune moment arises.

Ironic how I was proven right.

After my own death, watching the pain filled wreck Madara had become, an agony beyond compare. It was all too easy to feel such a heavy, leaden feel such as hate. Perhaps I was unable to cast aside all dangers towards Nii-san, all poisons, all assassinations.

But I certainly did try.

Though if Nii-san knew was beyond me. Those few moments, when I briefly took control of his body, thanking every moment that I could, to grab the throats of those who turned on him, wringing their very lives out. He woke then, and cast it aside as reflex. But that too was a lie, and those who died knew it too, for they saw, they heard the words, and the silent mocking ashes of myself. They knew it was me, staring them in the eye from beyond death.

Hatred is not easy to control…..

But as I stared down my brother's nose, I couldn't help the bemused smile that twisted at Nii-san's lips.

I remember clearly what was spoken.

"Keep playing your games…..we all know who wins."

Farewell, Uchiha Izuna