A/N~ Well, I got creative. This is what happens when you mix chocolate with my orange notebook and a pen. :D
I think I'm stalling to put up chapter 8 of "When A Weasel and A Cat Kiss..." but, you know. Can't rush epicness. So this is what you get while you wait!
Madara-jerk's POV, right after the Uchiha Massacre. Okay, enjoy.
Perfect Moments
4: Broken Emotions
As he unseals the secret entrance, in the main hall, the seventh tatami mat from the far right, he smiles under his mask. The darkened deed done, there is no need to worry about what comes next. The tainted clan known as Uchiha will be no more.
He descends the creaky staircases, spiraling down into the meeting place. He reaches the bottom of the seemingly endless column of steps, and stops at the entrance to the room.
The shrine is dark, only a few torches set ablaze to illuminate the etched stone slab on the wall that contains so many secrets. Maroon and black and dark yellow and blue paintings cover most of the gray walls, most depicting a demon fox that looms over the room. Red and white uchiwa fans are on either side of the stone slab. The torches make everything seem dark and forgotten, much like himself. The air is cold, bitter, to match his intentions.
Madara looks down onto his younger relative. The thirteen year old prodigy is curled into a ball in the middle of the Naka Shrine, still. His ANBU uniform is covered in splatters of blood, and his katana is thrown to the side, stained red. The shadows of the torches dance on his back and make his raven hair shine.
He takes a few cautious steps towards him, and hears a quiet sob come from the boy. Under his swirled mask, Madara's eyes narrow slightly. "Itachi."
The younger Uchiha acknowledges his name, and turns his head halfway to face the older one. He looks miserable. His eyes are red, and not from his Sharingan.
Uchiha Itachi is crying. Showing emotion.
A wave of silence engulfs the two, and all that is heard is the crackling of fire and near-silent breathing. Itachi turns back to the etched stone.
Madara stands there, overtaken by the younger's acidic tears. Never has the prodigy been seen like this. He stares at Itachi's back, and he notices that the boy's body is being racked by sobs, tears, and heavy breathing. He doesn't know why he is being affected by such emotion, and he can't quite link to the boy's feelings.
Madara can't recall a time when tears spilled from his eyes.
He can't recall a time when laugher spilt his sides.
He can't recall a time when embarrassment painted his cheeks red.
He can't recall a time when confusion gave him a headache.
He can't recall a time when anger made him shout.
He can't recall a time when his heart sank and split in two.
He resolves to leave the younger Uchiha to himself. Madara turns and leaves, silently walking to the old spiral staircase. He doesn't want to admit it, but he takes one last look at his younger relative and experiences an emotion that hasn't visited him in oh-so-many years.
Uchiha Madara is jealous.
A/N~ I acutally think that this one's the best one I wrote...
Well, *gives tisue* here you go!
Next victim is?
Now I PROMISE I will write chapter 8...