Okay it's been a while but here it is, the next chap… It's a little lame but ow well, wrote it during work in bits and pieces.. Hope my beta can fix it up a bit neh?
O and Mina? You should hear my beta when I showed her your comment… I think she invented a whole new color of red … hahaha
Okay on with the story…
Weeks past, the summer seemed to be one of the hottest and beautiful ones one had ever seen. Laughter could be heard through out the whole village, bouncing through the houses and small streets.
Yes happiness lingered everywhere, in the water pools where girls and boys played, the streets where festival after festival was held and the forest where the birds sang like there was no tomorrow, everything was perfect, just perfect.
There was only one place, lying desolated from the rest that didn't enjoy the summer's warmth.
Yes on one single spot in the warm village the sun seemed colder, Uchiha Manson…
The Uchiha heir isolated himself more and more from the village.
He was barely coming out and when he did it was only for short periods of time, avoiding the people's hateful stares and glances.
The usually pale boy had grown a sick white color, his almost black hair giving it an even more deathly color. Eyes that once sparkled with determination were now blank, void of any emotion, broken mirrors, mirrors that seemed impossible to fix.
He definitely was an outcast now, the once proud Shinobi, was transformed into nothing but trash, garbage, a used tool. He rarely got send on missions anymore and his former teammates avoided him like he was contaminated with a deathly disease.
Even Hokage-sama didn't invite him over anymore, in fact Hokage-sama and the counsil made servile laws concerning the heir, isolating him even more.
And he, he didn't care.
He didn't care everyone stared at him. He didn't care he wasn't allowed on missions anymore. He didn't care his former teammates left him. He didn't care. In fact, he gave up caring a time ago.
So he kept on training, maybe he stayed at home during the day, but at night, the village was his to use. The moon became his faithful companion. The sun that once had comforted him in his pain had left to comfort others. But the moon, yes the moon, was there for him, only for him.
Now and then he actually held long conversations with the pale orb. Naturally she never talked back, but that's what he liked the most.
He couldn't stand the village anymore, he hated it, detested it.
He longed for only two things, the power he once had, and Gaara, the only moon who talked back to him.
His moon, his companion, his Gaara.
Sighing he pulled up his legs. His once neat room was now covered in a veil of dust.
A broken mirror , that he had broken earlier, surrounded his body. Slowly he reached forward to grab one of the shards. Glimmering and reflecting, just like the moon, his gaze met two tired eyes, his eyes.
Eyes, so red, like splattered blood.
And he liked it.
He liked it, the color that is.
Perfectly red, like blood. As the days passed he stared more and more.
And slowly he began to understand the older Uchiha, after all, blood was fascinating. Pure red, like his eyes, like his brother.
"Itachi."
Whispering he tasted the name, over and over again. It tasted bitter, like the red blood.
And he liked it.
He lifted his head.
The sun had left this place a long time ago, hiding, afraid of what could come. A smile crept up his face.
Finally HIS time had come.
Finally he was ably to see the red blood again, finally he felt it dripping down his hands, tasting it like water.
Yes, finally Sasuke, the child prodigy, the unbreakable, the one who survived everything, snapped.
And He…
He liked it
See? Told you.. its crazy.. but it is kind of fitting isn't it? So tell me what you'd think about this chap… Yosh… Jianetsu signing off ..