Title: Love You
Author: Quookie
Rating: PG
Summary: A bunch of drabbles intended to have rivers of tears running down reader's faces
and their feeble hearts crushed forever into oblivion by my evil fanfics so- pshh yeah, like I could
pull that off.
Disclaimer:It pains me to put something like this on here. Damn you, attention-whoring finicky law
suitors.
A/N: Egad. The result of my angst and the attack of plot bunnies. More like plot dust bunnies.
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Chapter 1: Nostalgic Prelude
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You selfish bastard.
You left. Left Kakashi without hopes for his favorite student. You left Neji almost dead and
Chouji in a near coma state. It broke Kiba's heart when Akamaru nearly didn't make it. Lee
and Gaara fought against the crazy bone kekei genkai guy just so I could go after you.
And Sakura cried.
And after all that, after going through all those stupid, hopeless missions that never brought
us any closer to you, you didn't look back. Konohagakure, is that all it is to you? Not home,
or a place where your friends (or what used to be your friends, you made sure of that bastard)
were, but extra baggage. Unnecessary ties to the village prevented you from getting "ultimate power"
from that twisted snake of a man, so you decided to sever it, huh?
What happened to us?
Everyone loved you. All the squealing fangirls, the jounins, chuunins, our academy teachers,
Sandaime, even old men on the street would see you and smile. They would think, 'That's the
Uchiha. A tensai, who will rebuild his clan and restore glory to the the tragedy of the Uchiha
name.' You were their hope, goddamnit, and you squashed it in an instant when you found
someplace else. And they were all devastated, because you were a living symbol of surviving any
tragedy that the village had to go through, and then maybe, just maybe, everything would be okay.
It was definitely not fucking okay.
I knew you were alone. I was too. The stupid Kyuubi boy and the genius Uchiha; how ironic that
we would have so much in common. And I thought that you might understand, and everything
would be okay because at least we had each other. How stupid of me.
So maybe everything might have been different if I told you all this before you left. 'Cuz maybe
you felt alone, trying to be an avenger. It probably hurt having a stick perpetually shoved up your
ass all the time. So maybe if I had been there more often, been a little bit louder, or little bit brighter,
or maybe a little more honest, you might not have left me all alone. Might not have tried to kill me.
I don't know why you did it, why you tried to kill me. But I don't hate you for it. Hell, I could have
taken you down with me if I really wanted to. Feh, you probably don't believe that. I would've
Rasengan-ed your ass and dragged you down with me if you were anyone else. But you're not.
I let you tear a hole through my chest because I knew, deep down, you needed to.
Because, how could I kill the only person that ever really paid attention to me?
I know that all you saw was the village idiot, saying baka things like I was going to be Hokage one day,
or that I'd defeat you. But before you, no one paid attention to me. No one ever responded to my
shouts, or returned my insults like you. I was not a idiot,or a kid who pulled pranks to the villagers. No,
I was the Kyuubi, the one who killed hundreds of people and ruined even more lives.
So isn't it fitting, that all I could think about when I was lying on the ground, guts leaking out of the
hole blown through my chest, was of you? That when I vaguely felt a drop of water on my forehead,
I prayed to whatever cruel God there was that you weren't crying?
Oh god, please don't cry. Let it just be my imagination and that it's raining. Does it rain whenever
your sad? I hope not, because I'd give the world for you not to be sad.
People like us, we've suffered too much. We deserve to be happy once in a while, y'know? And
if that means that you need to destroy what's left of your best friend (was I really your best friend?),
by all means go ahead.
Everyone loved you. So how could I, the hyperactive idiot, the number one ninja of surprises, and the
future Rokudaime of The Village of the Leaves, possibly be any different?
How could I not love you Sasuke?
To be continued?
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A/N: I love you reviewers. And for you flamers, I have a nice bucket of water handy.