Kisa- Naruto a dictator? Where did u get that idea? Yes, Orochimaru is
Hokage and Itachi is dead. I am very sorry.
Bishiehuggler- why thank you! sigh...it seems so long on Microsoft word tho...
::sigh:: well, I was planning on this being a one shot, but accidentally forgot to put that, and since people are telling me to keep going and up date, I guess it won't be a one shot! ::sweat drop:: R&R peeps! Tell me what u think! Thanx!
The tea kettle was whistling again. And once again, Sasuke ignored it. He had been a slight daze ever since Itachi's execution. He thought it would sink in rather quickly that his brother, the one person he had sworn eternal hatred to, was dead. So, I suppose that means I'm truly am the sole survivor of my clan... he mused. Damn you Itachi. You told me to hate you. I hated you. And apparently that wasn't enough. Fine. I'll live, you bastard. I'll do what you could not. I'll live. While you rot in hell. Sasuke gnawed at his thumb. Just don't go thinking I'll try to avenge you. 'Cause I'm won't. If I ever kill that Orochimaru bastard, it won't be for you! Just keep that in mind!
"Um...Sasuke?"
It was Naruto. He was standing, almost hesitantly in the door frame, staring at Sasuke's scowling face.
"Naruto? Oh... here, come in." Sasuke rose shakily to his feet and staggered over to the kettle and started to pour some tea for himself and his friend.
"You're bleeding."
Sasuke looked down at the sudden ache of pain in his hand. Unintentionally, he had bitten through his own flesh, so immersed he was in his thoughts. He shuddered with the pain, though at the same time enjoyed it. Pain had been his escape a long time ago. It was almost pleasurable to be reunited with his almost forgotten remedy.
He shrugged off Naruto's comment and sat down, pushing one of the mugs toward Naruto. Then he slumped back in his own chair, watching the steam form little flowers as it rose from the surface of the tea.
"Mystical flower no jutsu." He whispered, slowly forming the katas as memories consumed his mind once more. He let out a heavy sigh.
"That was your brother, wasn't it?" Sasuke looked up at Naruto. The usual wide mouthed smile was replaced by a serious, firm line; as it had been for that past few months. "I wasn't going to say anything there in the crowd, but, that was him? Wasn't it? Itachi?"
Sasuke massaged his temples. "Yeah." Then he remembered something. "Naruto, remember Orochimaru?"
"The freaky guy with the big snake who gave you that curse seal when we were taking the Chuunin exam? Who killed the third? That slithery bastard? Who could forget him?"
Sasuke drew a deep breath. "Well, it's all his fault that these things are happening. He's the Hokage now. He's the one who sent the sickness. I saw him Naruto! He hates the Akatsuki. That's why he ordered them executed. He doesn't give a damn about their crimes! He just wanted them dead! Jiraiya didn't do a thing! But he was still slaughtered. Why? Because Orochimaru hates his guts and Jiraiya would pose a problem in the future if he ever caught on to that twisted man's scheme! If he's killed..."
Naruto's eyes had gotten very wide. "Whoa, whoa. Slow down. This isn't like you at all. I'm the one that's supposed to go running into things without thinking, remember?"
Sasuke bit his lip. "I'm not running into anything. It's just..."
"It's Itachi, right?" Sasuke stared at Naruto, who grinned. "Don't forget. I've know for a super long time, man. Am I right? No matter how much you hate him, you can't let it go that he was your brother. And then this sonovabitch went and killed him in cold blood."
Sasuke was silent. Once again, Naruto had proven himself right. He despised Orochimaru. But should he be happy that he had killed Itachi, whom he also hated? No. That he had already decided. But what should he decide?
Life is not as black and white as it seems. The moment you think you're all pure and void of evil, you always find a little bit of grey mixed in. the same thing always seems to happen when you look at the other extreme. There is no such thing as true black, and similarly there is no such thing a pure white. Indecision was fatal to a shinobi. Does that mean I'm going to die?
(A.N. arg... sorry about it being all short again. Darn. Though I am sad to say that that is probably how the rest of this fic is going to go.)
Bishiehuggler- why thank you! sigh...it seems so long on Microsoft word tho...
::sigh:: well, I was planning on this being a one shot, but accidentally forgot to put that, and since people are telling me to keep going and up date, I guess it won't be a one shot! ::sweat drop:: R&R peeps! Tell me what u think! Thanx!
The tea kettle was whistling again. And once again, Sasuke ignored it. He had been a slight daze ever since Itachi's execution. He thought it would sink in rather quickly that his brother, the one person he had sworn eternal hatred to, was dead. So, I suppose that means I'm truly am the sole survivor of my clan... he mused. Damn you Itachi. You told me to hate you. I hated you. And apparently that wasn't enough. Fine. I'll live, you bastard. I'll do what you could not. I'll live. While you rot in hell. Sasuke gnawed at his thumb. Just don't go thinking I'll try to avenge you. 'Cause I'm won't. If I ever kill that Orochimaru bastard, it won't be for you! Just keep that in mind!
"Um...Sasuke?"
It was Naruto. He was standing, almost hesitantly in the door frame, staring at Sasuke's scowling face.
"Naruto? Oh... here, come in." Sasuke rose shakily to his feet and staggered over to the kettle and started to pour some tea for himself and his friend.
"You're bleeding."
Sasuke looked down at the sudden ache of pain in his hand. Unintentionally, he had bitten through his own flesh, so immersed he was in his thoughts. He shuddered with the pain, though at the same time enjoyed it. Pain had been his escape a long time ago. It was almost pleasurable to be reunited with his almost forgotten remedy.
He shrugged off Naruto's comment and sat down, pushing one of the mugs toward Naruto. Then he slumped back in his own chair, watching the steam form little flowers as it rose from the surface of the tea.
"Mystical flower no jutsu." He whispered, slowly forming the katas as memories consumed his mind once more. He let out a heavy sigh.
"That was your brother, wasn't it?" Sasuke looked up at Naruto. The usual wide mouthed smile was replaced by a serious, firm line; as it had been for that past few months. "I wasn't going to say anything there in the crowd, but, that was him? Wasn't it? Itachi?"
Sasuke massaged his temples. "Yeah." Then he remembered something. "Naruto, remember Orochimaru?"
"The freaky guy with the big snake who gave you that curse seal when we were taking the Chuunin exam? Who killed the third? That slithery bastard? Who could forget him?"
Sasuke drew a deep breath. "Well, it's all his fault that these things are happening. He's the Hokage now. He's the one who sent the sickness. I saw him Naruto! He hates the Akatsuki. That's why he ordered them executed. He doesn't give a damn about their crimes! He just wanted them dead! Jiraiya didn't do a thing! But he was still slaughtered. Why? Because Orochimaru hates his guts and Jiraiya would pose a problem in the future if he ever caught on to that twisted man's scheme! If he's killed..."
Naruto's eyes had gotten very wide. "Whoa, whoa. Slow down. This isn't like you at all. I'm the one that's supposed to go running into things without thinking, remember?"
Sasuke bit his lip. "I'm not running into anything. It's just..."
"It's Itachi, right?" Sasuke stared at Naruto, who grinned. "Don't forget. I've know for a super long time, man. Am I right? No matter how much you hate him, you can't let it go that he was your brother. And then this sonovabitch went and killed him in cold blood."
Sasuke was silent. Once again, Naruto had proven himself right. He despised Orochimaru. But should he be happy that he had killed Itachi, whom he also hated? No. That he had already decided. But what should he decide?
Life is not as black and white as it seems. The moment you think you're all pure and void of evil, you always find a little bit of grey mixed in. the same thing always seems to happen when you look at the other extreme. There is no such thing as true black, and similarly there is no such thing a pure white. Indecision was fatal to a shinobi. Does that mean I'm going to die?
(A.N. arg... sorry about it being all short again. Darn. Though I am sad to say that that is probably how the rest of this fic is going to go.)