Chapter 3
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Two years later/ Age Ten
Sasuke had always been the closest of friends with his oldest male cousin, Yuki. Even though he was twenty, he was still very childlike in nature, and could bring a smile to anyone's face. Yuki wasn't exactly very strong, but his mind was sharp, and he dreamed of being a teacher. Of course, it was unheard of in the Uchiha clan to become anything but a warrior, and yet, Yuki still strived for his goal. By most of the Uchihas, he was stupid and foolish, but Sasuke thought he was daring and determined. Willing to do anything in order to accomplish his dream. And with that little reminiscent, Sasuke went to sleep.
He dreamt of his cousin, walking toward him on the night of his death. He bore a wound in his stomach; his hand was the only thing keeping anything in now. Blood soaked his hair, and every time he opened his mouth to speak, his words were stopped by the blood that filled his throat, and dripped down his lips. The tears that left his eyes turned red from the blood that dried on his cheeks.
Blood. Sasuke had seen so much of it on one night.
His cousin collapsed to the ground, and from the amount of blood he coughed up, Sasuke knew the wound was fatal. He turned his face from his suffering cousin, only to stare into the eyes of other people he knew dying. He walked towards them. They were all begging to be saved. The ones who couldn't beg just spit out blood in their attempt to talk. They circled around Sasuke, pulling at his clothes, tugging at his hair. And then Yuki crawled his way through the crowd just to grab Sasukes ankles. Sasuke crouched down to tell his friend that everything was going to be alright, to tell him that he wouldn't die. But Yuki then collapsed, dead. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, and his cold hand released his grip on the raven haired boy.
All the others tightened their circle around Sasuke, and they were all covered in blood.
"It's your fault....your fault....your fault...." the crowd chorused. Sasuke covered his ears, but his attempt to drown out his dead companions voices were futile.
And that's when he woke up. His scream pinched through the air and carried on the wind. His clothes were soaked to his skin, and he shivered from the cold sweat. And then, he placed his head in his hands and cried. Trying to keep the dark demons that filled his past was getting harder by the day. His sobs where carried to the street, where several people looked up to see who was crying. Then, they shrugged it off, and continued to walk. So, the boy continued to cry until there was no more energy left in him. He laid his head on his pillow. Even though he was too tired to open his eyes, he was awake, aware. But after several minutes of nothing but quiet darkness, a picture flashed in front of his eyes.
A women, with long, flowing black hair, was sprawled on the floor, dead. Her eyes, once large, grey, and beautiful, were now lifeless and empty. Her face was white. Her throat was slit, and blood, when it had been still flowing in her, covered her shirt, making it stick to her body. Her hands were limply wrapped around her neck, in an obvious attempt to stop the bleeding. But all it did in the end was make her hands red, wet and sticky. Her husband was next to her, also dead. A kunai knife stuck out of his chest, and his hands were wrapped around it, trying to pry it out when he had still been alive. In his last minutes of life, he knew his death was approaching, so he stopped fighting it. He was able to close and eyes and wait for the inevitable to happen.
They were both Sasuke's parents.
It took all of Sasukes strength to open his eyes and end the dark recollection. His eyes filled with tears again, and every time he closed them, he saw the same, gore-ish picture. A few minutes of this was all the boy needed to get up and head over to the bathroom. After washing his face and dabbing his eyes with cold water, he opened the medicine cabinet. He looked through it roughly, quickly disorganizing it. But it didn't matter to him now what the state of his cabinet was, he just needed to find something in particular now. He could always reorganize that cabinet! He finally found two bottles, both with his name on it. The first said, "Anti-Depressant". The boy frowned and but those pills back. He didn't need them now...what he needed was sleep. Which is why he took the second bottle, which was labeled, "Sleeping Pills". The boy got a glass of cold water from the sink, then opened the bottled one-handedly with his thumb. The lid almost fell to the floor with a 'clink', but the boy easily caught it in midair. Once he took two pills, he popped them into his mouth and drank the cup of water. He re-filled the glass and took the bottle with him to bed. He might need them again tomorrow.
The boy slipped into bed, pulled the sheets up to his chin, and slept.
And for the rest of the night, he had a temporary reprieve from the blood and pain.
But it was only temporary. And it was almost guaranteed that by the time he woke up, the demons would be back, stronger then ever, haunting him more to make up for his one night of solitude.
Yet, for now, he was in a state of pure bliss, because he dreamt of nothing, and so nothing could bother him.
For tonight, at least.
Two Years Later
Sasuke, in a rage, ripped open the medicine cabinet. He rummaged through it quickly, until he found a roll of gauze and a bottle of alcohol. His eyes watered from the stinging pain that the alcohol had caused as it bit into his skin. Then, he wrapped the gauze quickly and firmly around his wound after applying the alcohol. He had been practicing with kunai, and he fumbled. The kunai knife had fallen onto his skin. Yet, luckily for the boy, it feel on it's side rather then on it's tip, so all it did was give him a nasty gash on the palm of his hand. But it would heal. If he took care of the wound carefully, he might not even get a scar. But the boy didn't worry about that now. Now, he was mad at himself for being clumsy with the knife. Sasuke ended up hurting himself because he held the knife wrong. Itachi never, ever made a stupid mistake like that. His brother was flawless in the ways of the ninja.
So who would ever suspect him of being a mass-murderer?
Sasuke's wound throbbed now. The boy had wrapped the gauze too tightly, and now the circulation to his hand stopped. The boy quickly ripped the gauze off, then re-wrapped it, being more careful now to not wrap it to tightly. Then he returned the roll back to the medicine cabinet.
The number of medicines and pills had grown considerably over the ages. The boy couldn't help it; grief was something he really couldn't deal with all that well. Sure, when people looked at him, they saw a strong, young, cold young man who could deal with anything, or anyone. But in reality, he thought himself to be the opposite. In Sasuke's eyes, he was weak. He was too old, and he was too open. How was he weak? He only learned to control his sharingan at age 12. How was he old? He graduated his school and became a genin at age 12. How is he too open? Well, he actually cares about his teammates. Itachi wasn't like that.
And if Sasuke Uchiha has any chance of defeating his brother, he would have to be exactly like him. He had to; if he didn't who would avenge his family? He had to do it, because Sasuke now represented what the Uchiha clan was.
He had the weight of the world on his shoulders, it seemed. And he didn't want it. He didn't want all this responsibility. He wanted to be a normal child. He wanted to be happy, and just grow up like everyone else. But he couldn't. He could never be normal. Not until Itachi was dead. And he needed to learn to deal with that.
All the medicines and pills in his medicine cabinet proved that he couldn't.
'It's kill...or be killed. That's what my life is... I die, or my brother dies...' the boy thought bitterly, as he cleaned up the cabinet.
Right now, he needed to do what was expected by him. Maybe then, once he did what was necessary, he'd be okay. He's might even be able to lead a normal life after his brother was dead.
How sad it is, to be forced to kill someone who meant so much to you, years ago. To be forced to kill someone who meant the world to you, who you looked up to, who you basically worshiped.
How sad.
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