Third in the "Eyes like Souls" series. Where are the First and the Second in the series? I haven't written them yet—a la George Lucas, sorta-kinda.
No spoilers, unless you don't know basic Uchiha family history.
Legalese: Because I don't own Naruto…Yet
In which I try experimenting with free indirect again. I don't think it worked though. Concrit as seen fit.
The Eyes That are Dark: Sasuke
Sasuke has no mirrors in his room, for they proffer undulating shadows and they throw the light, and they show what he does not care to see: that his room is starkly empty and he is alone. He harbors self-induced delusions that when his back is turned, his family has never left, mother humming sunflower songs, wringing laundry out to dry. If he cannot see the carpet endlessly white behind him, then the soles of his feet tread smooth and soundless on hardwood floors and tatami mats, careful not to disturb the rigid silhouettes behind his father's shoji screens.
A drop of the eyelids brings a welcoming dark that envelops him in the soap-scented linen of Itachi's black shirt, warm and wrinkled under the bright colors of the fan.
And if he cannot see empty furniture, cannot see the single bowl of rice, then his cousins have come over to play before dinner and the sounds of their careless frolicking resonate in his ears, but dare he open his eyes, the screams of the cicadas are all he hears.
So when he closes his eyes to play hide-and-seek, he hopes with bright eight-year-old fervor never to be found.
But there is no hiding from mirrors and so Sasuke has none.
And besides, he does not care much for his appearance, although it appears that the opposite sex cares overmuch for both theirs and for his.
But if they only knew the hatred that cuts bloody half-moons in long-fingered hands, the fury that rages and the bile that sears his throat at the thought of corvine hair, the slope of his nose, the structure of his bones, the tilt of his eyes, the fine features so familiar as the only living face that remains to welcome him home after practice—then, then they would not desire it so.
And he watches the pinwheels spin in a chakra wind, black teardrops swirling from his pupils with centrifugal force, carnelian irises burning infernos in his blood, singing power and hallelujah, pounding a frenetic chorus that rings in his ears and tears at his heart until he remembers, once again, to breathe, breathe, breathe…
… lest he succumb to the dark blanket of unconsciousness once again. And this time, the dark brings not comfort but summons visions of indelible stains turned silver by a shaft of moon, of oddly amorphous shadows that resolve themselves into piles of rag-doll corpses; it screams for the blood of his brother to stain his hands, to seep under his fingernails and through every pore in his skin, to consecrate and absolve him in a final holy baptism of revenge.
With the Sharingan, everything is so much clearer.
Sasuke often gives thanks that he was not born blind, but for a moment, almost wishes he was.
: …so blind me well for i do not wish to see the light:
:owari:
a/n: this is not actually what I planned to write, but since it turned out that way… I might have an Eyes That Are Dark, Part II, the way I originally planned to do this one, if I can motivate myself enough into doing it…
Read and Review: Because I write to you in as much of a grammatically-correct manner as possible, I'd much appreciate it if you extended the same courtesy to me. Actually, I'd prefer grammatical concrit. And stylistic concrit. Ah, whatever, any concrit is fine…
:O! MA! KE: (i.e., good song for Naruto FST. Something other than Linkin Park and Evanescence for once.)
Sway, by Bic Runga (could work as sasusaku song: chapt 181, Sakura)
