Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
My Revenge
They call you Konoha's number one rookie, Sasuke-kun. Did you know?
They say that you have promise, that you have potential, as if you were the only one who did.
You're good enough for any girl here, Sasuke-kun— more than good enough, too good. You know that, or believe that you know it, and that's what you tell yourself.
And that is your weakness, Sasuke-kun.
You act like you're so untouchable, up there on your lofty throne. You distract yourself with unreachable goals. You keep your head in the clouds. You claim to scorn emotion, because you're a hypocrite like that, trading one feeling for another, false rage and fake revenge filling the void left by friendship. You love to hate, Sasuke-kun.
And that is why your life is one big lie.
And what if, one day, you should find yourself alone? Forsaken by the village of worshippers drooling at your feet. The brother you simply must despise; imagine him dead. The question is all that remains.
What can you live for now, Sasuke-kun?
What can you live for now?
You look at me like it's impossible. Like you know it will never happen. You feel so safe on your perch, with the devoted throngs filling the air with their praise. You act like it's never gonna end.
You don't know that the end has already begun.
There are many things that you don't know, Sasuke-kun.
You act like you're so special, with your Sharingan skill, with your twisted tangle of a family tree that you call a bloodline. And you'd never guess that I've got wheels in my head that do twice as much for me as the wheels in your eyes have ever done for you.
You'll find out soon enough, I'm sure. You'll find out when you see Haruno Sakura, and prepare your obligatory "No", and fail to notice the kunai she has aimed at your throat.
But it'll be too late by then, Sasuke-kun.
My revenge is for real.
Another random one-shot...