I know he'll kill me someday.
Don't think I don't.
I've earned my ticket to hell, and I know damn well who'll send me there.
Who else? No one else hates me enough to forget that I'm the strongest shinobi this world will ever see. Sakura might have, for what I did to him. Naruto, too. Kakashi... maybe.
But they're the reason he'll kill me.
Not because of what I did to our clan. That started to heal when he got his team. It was frustrating, to see that hatred ebb away and wonder if I had wasted my time sparing him, hoping for a challenge.
So I had to destroy them. Break them all. His teacher. His best friend. The girl who loved him so much he might have someday loved her too.
But he couldn't. Not when his brother, the first and last person he could claim to love, had betrayed him. No. So he hoped to get my head on a platter before I saw the truth.
He couldn't love her. But he could care, and he could want to love her, and he could hate me and my memory for keeping him from her.
He knew it was only a matter of time before I discovered this little secret of his. Sakura wasn't insane, to keep at him so long. She saw that spark in him long before he did, and she knew she could hope.
No hope for her now. Or for him. She's dead, and her blood's on my kunai. Hers, Naruto's and Kakashi's. And he won't last long after he's killed me. What can he live for now?
Kisame isn't here to watch my back anymore. Sasuke found him a month ago.
So now he's coming for me.
I can't wait.