You'll never change, will you?
You still have no sense of humor.
Your eyes are just as emotionless and cold as ever. Silent, giving away nothing but the death that is inevitable for those who indulge in them too long.
I thought I'd never be reminded of that song again. I thought I'd never hear those words in my head again.
But the past lives on.
This song is called Alice's Restaurant, and it's about Alice, and the
restaurant, but Alice's Restaurant is not the name of the restaurant,
that's just the name of the song, and that's why I called the song Alice's
Restaurant.
You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant
You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant
Walk right in it's around the back
Just a half a mile from the railroad track
You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant
Now it all started two Thanksgivings ago, was on - two years ago on
Thanksgiving, when my friend and I went up to visit Alice at the
restaurant, but Alice doesn't live in the restaurant, she lives in the
church nearby the restaurant, in the bell-tower, with her husband Ray and
Fasha the dog. And livin' in the bell tower like that, they got a lot of
room downstairs where the pews used to be in. Havin' all that room,
seein' as how they took out all the pews, they decided that they didn't
have to take out their garbage for a long time.
We got up there, we found all the garbage in there, and we decided it'd be
a friendly gesture for us to take the garbage down to the city dump. So
we took the half a ton of garbage, put it in the back of a red VW
microbus, took shovels and rakes and implements of destruction and headed
on toward the city dump.
Well we got there and there was a big sign and a chain across, across the
dump, saying, "Closed on Thanksgiving." And we had never heard of a dump
closed on Thanksgiving before, and with tears in our eyes we drove off
into the sunset looking for another place to put the garbage.
We didn't find one. Until we came to a side road, and off the side of the
side road there was another fifteen foot cliff and at the bottom of the
cliff there was another pile of garbage. And we decided that one big pile
is better than two little piles, and rather than bring that one up we
decided to throw our's down.
That's what we did, and drove back to the church, had a thanksgiving
dinner that couldn't be beat, went to sleep and didn't get up until the
next morning, when we got a phone call from officer Obie. He said, "Kid,
we found your name on an envelope at the bottom of a half a ton of
garbage, and just wanted to know if you had any information about it." And
I said, "Yes, sir, Officer Obie, I cannot tell a lie, I put that envelope
under that garbage."
After speaking to Obie for about forty-five minutes on the telephone we
finally arrived at the truth of the matter and said that we had to go down
and pick up the garbage, and also had to go down and speak to him at the
police officer's station. So we got in the red VW microbus with the
shovels and rakes and implements of destruction and headed on toward the
police officer's station.
Now friends, there was only one or two things that Obie coulda done at
the police station, and the first was he could have given us a medal for
being so brave and honest on the telephone, which wasn't very likely, and
we didn't expect it, and the other thing was he could have bawled us out
and told us never to be seen driving garbage around the vicinity again,
which is what we expected, but when we got to the police officer's station
there was a third possibility that we hadn't even counted upon, and we was
both immediately arrested. Handcuffed. And I said "Obie, I don't think I
can pick up the garbage with these handcuffs on." He said, "Shut up, kid.
Get in the back of the patrol car."
You were the crime of the century.
At least, to me you were.
You're a thief. A traitor. A murderer.
But you're still the man I admired. Your power. Your intellect. Your composure.
Your leadership.
You aren't my leader anymore.
Uchiha Itachi.
Never again.
I told myself never again. But I let it happen again. I tried to change it, I tried to make it better, to fix the weld in his heart.
I've lost three close people. Three Uchihas.
"Sasuke ran off to chase power," I murmur softly. I just didn't want him to leave like you did. I just wanted to steer him off of the path of a nukenin bent on revenge.
I was wrong.
You stay silent. I don't know what you'll think about it. In a way, it was your fault I lost him. In the same sense, it was your fault that I gained him.
Why do I befriend Uchihas so easily? Why do they have to leave me every time?
Why?
Maybe someday I'll learn to keep away from your kind.
Am I really that thick headed?
"So what of it."
You couldn't careless about him now, could you? I suppose so. Why did you carry him around on your shoulders in the village, why did you show him affection all those years when you were going to tear him down in the end?
Or were you not counting upon crushing him?
No, you definitely were. Or else you wouldn't have become an ANBU. A leader. My comrade.
"I… thought could show him a better path."
I failed again.