The Perfect Plan

ItaSasu

Author's note: Zomfg thank you for the comments ;w; Thanks, you were very encouraging and I really appreciate it !

Extra special thanks go to Naitachal666 though, for the awesome suggestion. Thank you! You have inspired me, truly! Thanks to you, I have a much clearer idea of what I want to put in my story (3 And I shall be continuing this story! It will be longer than Shinonome, and likely more than the 10 chapters I talked about.

Anywhat, I'll stop rambling and give you chapter 2! xP

Sasuke is now 16, which would make Itachi…. Umm… u.u"" 23. Yes, 23. 8D

Chapter 2 – Empty

A fish.

I let out a comfortable grunt as I put my arms behind my head.

A dragon.

There I was again, as I was every morning before training. I don't know why, by laying there on my roof always made me feel calm and relaxed.

A tomato.

Whenever I felt distressed or angry, I would go to my home, lay on the roof and watch the clouds. I could lay there for hours, just gazing at them as they passed over me.

A tree.

It was always somehow reassuring. It's a stupid thought, but somehow I felt like I was always meant to lay and watch the clouds, seeing shapes in them. A part of me felt strangely comfortable, as if I belonged there.

A shoe.

Sometimes I felt like I was being watched. I would sit up and look around, but there was never anyone there. The old Uchiha district was abandoned anyway, so why would anyone else be there? I'd inherited it, being the only Uchiha left, and I felt it would be wrong to let any other people inhabit it. The ghostly stillness was somehow comforting.

A chair.

I don't remember the day my clan was murdered. I don't have any memories before that day. All I remember is waking up in a hospital, surrounded by concerned nurses. "Where am I? What's going on? Who are you?" I'd asked. They told me I had amnesia.

A dog.

All I knew at that time was my name, Uchiha Sasuke. They explained to me about the massacre of my family. I can't remember my family. I only have pictures, but I'll never know what they were really like. I'll never remember what it's like to be loved. I'll never remember what it's like to have a family.

A cup.

And I often find myself asking the question, "Why am I alive?" How do I answer it? Why am I the only person who survived? Why did I wake up with only a small cut on my shoulder? I don't know who wiped out my clan. All I can imagine is that they were a very twisted, sick person. Were they deliberately trying to crush me by leaving me alive? Why did they take away my precious memories?

A kunai.

Sometimes, I just wish my memories could return. I wish I had some idea of what life was like. There's a huge part of me missing, a massive emptiness in my heart. I lost everything and everyone who was precious to me and I lost what memories I had of them. This fact is what made me decide on my path in life. I would become a shinobi and I would become the most powerful shinobi I could be. I would train long and hard every day. And when I found the person who stole my life away from me, I would kill them.

A fan.

Maybe I could kill their loved ones and they would know how it feels! Then again, how could anyone love someone so cruel and evil?

Now, every day I visit my house, hoping and praying that being there would spark my memory and I could heal the gaping hole in my soul.

A kite.

It's strange though, because when I looked at the pictures in my house, there was always my mother and father smiling. But what really got to me was how there was always a blank space in every picture. Someone had been deliberately cut out of the photo. It wasn't me. It was someone else… There was always this faceless person. Who was he? His body told me he was about 15 years old. Why wasn't his face there? I'd searched everywhere in my house for some photo that he hadn't been cut from, but there were none. I'd queried my sensei, Hatake Kakashi, and even my teammates Uzumaki Naruto and Haruno Sakura about it. When I did, they told me they didn't know. Though, there was something in Kakashi's eyes that unnerved me. There was always a distant look in his eyes when I mentioned the no-face. If I pushed with questions he would just stop talking.

A frog.

Who was this person? Why wasn't he in the pictures? Had I known him when I was younger? As far as I know, I was an only child. But, is there the possibility I had a brother? Or a cousin? I just wish I could recall my memories and everything would be clearer. Shortly after waking in the hospital and upon discovering this person, I had given him a name. I don't know why… I was young and foolish. I'd called him Sora, meaning "empty". Because he was as empty as I was. He had no records and he had no memories. He was just like me. And that's what drew me to him.

A cat.

When I was younger, I used to have pretend conversations with Sora. We used to talk about our missing memories. I used to play games with him where we would go on a mission to find our memories. When I played, I used to cry. I knew there was no way I could remember. I would feel the cold emptiness creep back into me. I was reminded of how alone I was. I stopped playing with Sora.

A shuriken.

I'm now 16. I have spent every day since I woke up training hard and studying. I graduated from the academy with the highest scores when I was 12. I became chuunin at 14. I became jounin at 15. I became ANBU with my comrades Naruto and Sakura on the day I turned 16. I like to think that I will one day be strong enough to have my revenge on the murderer of my family. I will avenge my family, and I will rescue my memories. I don't know how I will find the killer, but I will. I will fill the gaps in my life and I will find out the identity of Sora. He doesn't deserve to be forgotten in such a way and I will make it my duty to recover his records.

A bird.

I feel drawn to him in a way I can't explain. The ambiguity of his presence makes me feel closer to him. Something inside me tells me I once was close to him. I may even have loved him. The thought of him is what wakes me each morning. The thought of him is what has stopped me from giving into this world. The thought of him is what has lifted my spirits in times of sadness. So as I watch the clouds each day, I like to imagine him there with me. I like to imagine him pointing out shapes in the clouds. We both smile and think about how wonderful it is to remember. But still, when I look over at him, he isn't there. No face, no nothing. He's so far away from me, but that is what spurs me on and I feel that by finding him again, I can find my memories and I can find love.

A heart.

I don't know how. I don't know why. I just know.

Author's after note: Yeah it's a little bit far fetched. xDD And uneventful! xO But it's vital to understanding what the pants is going on. X) And yeah, forget the humour bit, this is already turning out to be dark and angsty. xD But we all love angst really. Well, I hope so, otherwise no one's gonna want to read this. n.n""