Im already on the second part in this supposed to be short drabble. It's really weird, dont mind it. I hoped you enjoyed the last one; although Naruto was slightly more depressing that he usually is. Sigh. Anyway, please read and review!
The Prince
Sasuke was called many things: The Heart Breaker. The Prince of Seduction. The Prince of the Night. The Emperor of Darkness. The Keeper of Hearts. But truthfully, he only really liked one name: Sasuke. Uchiha Sasuke. Yes, that name was his own. No fancy or flashy titles, everyone seeing him for who he truly was: Sasuke Uchiha, a normal boy. Broody, inwardly very emotional, and very harsh, but no one saw that; they only saw Prince Sasuke, the heir to the Uchiha throne.
Sasuke hated that with a passion. He hated his family. He hated his brother. Yes - he hated Itachi. Who was always better than him, at everything and anything he did. Itachi, who was the first born - Itachi who was always calm and controlled, Itachi with his better eye technique, Itachi with his unwavering loyalty, Itachi, Itachi.
They had always said that hatred rooted from jealousy.
Itachi had everything that Sasuke could ever want: he was the first born; he got the pure blooded wife, and the approval of Father. And Mother.
They were dead now. They didn't die, they were murdered, and Sasuke had always had a vague suspicion that it was actually Itachi that killed them. But no one believed him when he said that; everyone always believed Itachi.
It was the same when Mother and Father were alive. Fugaku and Mikoto, they always sided with Itachi. It was always Itachi this, Itachi that. And even though they always took Itachi's side, it was him that cried at their funeral. Itachi was indifferent. It was him that actually cared that they were killed and murdered. Why could they see that? It was too late, anyway. They were dead. Dying, died, dead. Killed.
He had to stop thinking about that though, stop thinking about it before he got too angry and did something that he really didn't want to do. Instead, he tried focusing his anger on someone that would not cause as great a hatred, Naruto.
Naruto, the Jester. Somehow, that Naruto was his best friend. Was it because that they were both so different, and because Naruto was the only one that actually didn't care about status? Or was it because Naruto lost his parent, or never had any, as well? Was it because of Naruto's sunny disposition? Sasuke didn't know. He didn't really want to know, anyway. All he could remember was that Naruto was always laughed at, and that Sasuke challenged him on the fact that he allowed himself to be laughed at. They became closer after that.
But now, they had a large wedge in between them. A wedge that had pink hair and green eyes, and went by the name of Sakura. An annoying princess that didn't know her place. Yes, Naruto was somehow in love with her - how, Sasuke couldn't know for the life of him - and was jealous of Sasuke. All for the fact that Sakura was in love with him. It was all a hopeless love triangle, it really was. It got more complicated when the only woman that he could have or might have ever loved was taken. If he thought by who, Sasuke was sure that his blood would boil. Again.
Yes, Sakura fancied herself in love with him. Sasuke begged to differ. Sakura was obsessed with him, sure, but not in love with him. His mother used to always say, that if you love someone, you let them go. You let them be happy. If Sakura had the choice, she'd never allow him to be with the woman of his dreams (as if he could, anyway). She thought that he was her possession. She was wrong. Sasuke would not be owned by anyone, he was his own person.
Yes, he was his own person. Why couldn't the fan girls understand that? They chased him as if he was some sort of prize, as if he was some sort of possession just waiting to be owned. Well, he wasn't. And they weren't either. Even if they were, Sasuke wouldn't dare 'own' them; he would be disgusted by owning them.
Why did they even like him? Sasuke stared at the mirror, trying to find the beauty that everyone else found just by looking at him. All he could see, was black. Black eyes. Black hair. Black clothes. Black personality. Why did they like him? He never tried making himself popular; he didn't want to be bothered. Yet, they still chased. They chased something that could never be caught. Why couldn't they chase Naruto?
Oh, that was right, because Naruto as the Jester. He didn't have the status or the money that all women desired or wanted, (all except her) nor the looks. Was that why Sakura didn't like him? Somehow, Sasuke wouldn't be surprised. She always did seem like the type to be promiscuous. She did like him, after all. Sasuke wondered if having such low self of steam was healthy. Then again, he did have confidence in himself. How contradicting.
That was what he was, contradicting. He wanted to be loved, to have a family, but he didn't let himself love. He wanted his brother to see him, but at the same time, he wanted revenge. He wanted Naruto to be happy, but not with Sakura. Yes, he was a walking contradiction.
Only one person understood. Or tried to understand. But she could never be his; she was someone else's. Sasuke often wondered of the irony of the world. In life, so many girls chased him, but the only one that he (could) liked, she was taken. By him. It wasn't her fault, but still. The betrayal would always stay in his heart; even though he started liking her after she was taken. When she wasn't, Sasuke could hardly care less. His mistake. His misfortune. His misery.
Sasuke didn't want to think about this, though. Not about this. He would get angry all over again; like he did almost every night.
Yes, Sasuke had nightmares. They attacked, every night. He usually either had nightmares of her and him, or of his parents getting killed. Or of him joining Orochimaru. Yes, he did that, for a short time. That was when he got his nickname as the, 'the Emperor of the Darkness'. When he got back, some regarded him as a criminal, for his rash decisions, but like always, Itachi cleared it up. Somehow.
Sasuke didn't want him to clear it up. It was his mess. Why did Itachi always have to prove that he was perfect? To spite him? If so, he was doing a mighty fine job of doing just that.
Sasuke joined Orochimaru for power. And for recognition. He got both of those, for a time. Until he was dragged back, accepting that he was wrong. Like he had mentioned, a lot of people jeered, until Itachi cleared it up. Although she never did. She always understood. She was never judgement. She still wasn't.
Sometimes, Sasuke wondered if he was cursed. He didn't want to be a prince. He never wanted to be part of the 'royal family'. All he ever wanted was a normal family, a normal life, to be happy. Actually, very little made him happy (although she did) very, very little. Was happiness even achievable? Sasuke often wondered, trying to remember a time that he was ever truly happy. Maybe when he was little, naïve and innocent, lying on his mother's lap. Or when Itachi poked his forehead. But that was all long, long ago. No one could help him achieve happiness, not now.
Who would, (except her, but then again, she couldn't... could she?) anyway?
Yes. A very angsty, Sasuke drabble. I get the feeling that these don't make sense, at all. Oh, and I had forgotten three characters, after all. This will have twenty, or twenty one chapters. Gaara, Temari, Kankuro, so so sorry I forgot you! :O, :(. Anyway, review, review, review!
Sincerely, Aurora-chan!