A Time to Run
Chapter
one: thinking along the way
Disclaimer: If anyone actually thinks I own these characters, they are sadly mistaken.
Running was a thing I was good at, I had been doing it for so long. . . . I couldn't afford to be getting tired now. I was not the last of my kind; I needed to find him, my brother, my Itachi.
Maybe he didn't belong solely to me, but I had the most. Yes, I hated him, but it was merely because he told me too, my hate for him was what made me stronger. He showed me this. Showed me many things. These are lessons of my life, lessons not to be forgotten, and I doubt I ever will.
I was stronger, stronger than if Orochimaru were to have taught me. Also, this way he couldn't get my body so easily, though he was still after me of course. My brother needed a worthy adversary, one reason why he left me alive. I could become this adversary, but for now I wasn't strong enough. I didn't have enough hate, my dear brother said. Maybe that's true, maybe I didn't hold enough hate. Not enough against him anyways. In some ways I did hate him, for what he did to our clan, what he did to me, but in other ways, I love him.
I had been running for hours now, following that line of chaukra that would take me to my Itachi, I needed him, his help, and something I would never admit out loud, his love. This was the final battle, and Orochimaru would have to be brought down. At all costs.