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Shiver
Chapter 6 Reflection
Sasuke Uchiha hated mirrors.
It was not because he was afraid of some monster hopping out and attempting to murder him.
It was because he hated his looks.
He hated his reflection.
He hated his reflection because he looked like him -Itachi-. Because he hated being called a pretty boy. He did not want people to call him hot.
He was not hot. If anyone said he was hot, Sasuke's mental answer was 'I'm not', because he truly wasn't despite the people that had all fallen for him. And people always got their heartbroken. Didn't they know when they should stop following someone?
Apparently not, because, they still liked him. Still would even if he told them he hated them and to leave him alone. Still would even if he betrayed them. And, the saddest part, was, that they would still chase after him.
They were so pathetic. He was not interested. For the last –probably not- time ever –for a few hours-.
They would never stop. They would never resign. They would never ever leave him alone. Why not? He didn't know why stupid –foolish- girls. He hated them and he always would.
He did not like mirrors.
That was why he absolutely delighted in destroying the silver, glassy surface, sharp pieces embedding themselves into his knuckles, warm blood splattering onto cold walls. Things like these were imbedded into his mind.
And he still hated mirrors.
Because he looked like someone he did not want to and he hated his life. He hated his friends –not really-. He hated his brother –or he wished he did-. He hated Orochimaru –something he knew he was sure of-. He hated his village –or missed it-.
Sasuke Uchiha hates his reflection.