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Author's Note: I wrote this in English class when we were talking about Edgar Allan Poe's short story "The Fall of the House of Usher" and the idea came to me…if he can write a tragedy then so can I! And also when you read and review please don't hold back any criticism. It strengthens me as a writer and lets me improve. Enjoy peeps!
God of Tragedy
By Ryoko-no-Kusabi
Sasuke's POV
Tragedy. What humanistic words can we find to plaster it in glorious lies? Death? Love? Sickness? Tragedies are not accidental. They are not planned. Nor can they be anticipated. As far as I'm concerned…tragedy is a god. Free to choose what shall die and what shall live, like a wolf prowling it's turf for victim. Well…it found one.
The day I found him was a grave one indeed. Naruto lay in a heap on the floor, gasping for breath as his assailant stood over him, posed to kill. I drew a shuriken and tried to intervene, but in vane, for he just slapped me aside. I watched helplessly as the crazed man concealed his knife in my lover's chest, repeating this action over and over. Hot tears flooded my face and I tried to stand. But I couldn't. When he had thrown me into the wall, he must have thrown a knife to pin me in place, for I felt a sharp pain coursing through my arm. No matter how much I tried, I could not grip the handle firmly enough to set myself free and save Naruto.
And then, just as suddenly as he had stared, he stopped stabbing. Naruto…was dead. My Naruto…how I wanted to save you! But I was too weak. The man turned to face me and approached. I wanted to spit in his face, but the knife had poison on the blade and I could already feel it seeping into my very core, weakening me. Naruto's murderer knelt down and lifted my head by my hair so that I could see him. His eyes were emotionless and deep, and they burned into me with more intensity than any flame held.
"Who are you?" I murmured.
He smiled. God damn it, the bastard smiled like he was the devil himself. And with a voice that was so chilling and fierce, said, "I'm your demon. The God of Tragedy. Your dark half. I'm your darkest fears come true. And Naruto's death was your doing! You could have stopped me, but you didn't! you were to weak for him! Now you can die knowing…"
Staring him down I felt useless. I knew that he was right. He was a creature manifested from my own hate targeting something that I cherished. The form of my demon faded and the blood that soaked him now covered me. I was finally able to wrench the shuriken out of my arm and the wall. Naruto's body lay motionless and cold beside me and I wept. I wept for this man who made my whole life complete, touched his face, and kissed his lifeless lips. I had done this. An entity from my very being had slaughtered Naruto. Isn't that just like murdering him myself?
Now I sit in this cold hospital room. Everything is gray and lifeless and it reeks of illness and death. I'm taking my shuriken in my palm. Naruto…my dear Naruto…you will be avenged. I'm lifting it to my throat, the blade is bitterly cold, but it feels so pleasant to my feverish skin. This is my end, and I'll begin again on the wheel of reincarnation to reunite with you. So long and good night…
Fin
