Another drabble nagging me constantly. Hope you enjoy.
Naruto doesn't belong to me.
My Brother
"Foolish little brother. If you wish to kill me, hate me, detest me, and survive in an unsightly way. Run, run, and cling to life." --Uchiha Itachi.
The chidori ripped through the man's stomach. His eyes widened and he fell over in pain. A kunai was struck in his chest. Immediately, he toppled over, dead. Sasuke smirked knowingly. To kill with no feelings of remorse or guilt, to kill gave a refreshing feeling.
Briefly, he wondered what was going on with his brother and Akatsuki. He shook his head. This wasn't right. He had no time to waste just standing. He had to train, train and continue his path of revenge.
No one could stop him, no one could. It was his choice and he had taken advantage of it.
Blood red eyes replaced his normal black ones. There were three commas in each. They spun and spun in circles as he slowly concentrated on his chakra. Quickly forming seals, he inhaled deeply, and then exhaled.
The body of the dead man was blown away, and the flames from his mouth burned trees and large patches of grass.
He stood, satisfied. Glancing up at the sky, he noticed how slowly the clouds were moving.
"Aniki…" he whispered.
Questions that were unanswered came to his mind again.
How? How did Itachi become so powerful? How did he manage to kill everyone? Why? Did he have help? Furiously, Sasuke pummeled both needles and shurikens to the only standing tree.
He breathed hard and fell down after a few minutes of constant throwing. This shouldn't have tired him, not at all. He sighed.
Itachi was powerful, he was known, and he was…hated. Sasuke glared at the fluffy clouds again. Itachi was hated, by his little brother.
Uchiha Itachi would always be number one to everyone's eyes. Sasuke would always be the second best. Always forgotten and underestimated, Sasuke was fully reminded of his father.
His seemingly uncaring father that worried only on the clan, and on their pride and fame. Sasuke had to depend on himself for training and confidence.
He had worked so hard. He had tried as best as he could.
Somehow Itachi was still always first. He would change that.
Sasuke forced himself up. There was no time to waste.
If he was going to kill Itachi, then he would have to start training. Even if he had to go to Orochimaru.
He needed to become more like Itachi to kill him.
Sasuke's sharingan glinted devilishly.
Pointless, once again, I know, and if any mistakes are found,I sincerely apologize. Another terribly written drabble-ish one-shot is distracting me completely from my story again. But if this was interesting, I hope you enjoyed reading.
Thanks, Itaka