I don't own Naruto. I don't even know the first thing about the person that does own Naruto. Also, if they try and sue me, I don't know Japanese so I wouldn't be able to read whatever they send me. Checkmate.

Sasuke remembered everything.

Her Sharingan was a perfect camera. It was also a double-edged sword. It helped her immensely in battle, allowing her to get out of danger and save others in an instant, and yet, at the same time, it helped her remember everything in the battle that she did not want to remember.

She could picture perfectly every member of her family dead. She could see her mother and father lifeless and her brother standing above them, with a bloodied sword, in excruciating detail.

Later on in her life, she could see the works of Orochimaru. The remains of what he had done to his test subjects and how, sometimes, they were still breathing and feeling.

She could also remember the more simple things that seemed inconsequential but were ultimately the worst. She could remember the faces of people, their expressions. She remembered the faces of Sakura, of Kakashi, of Naruto - when she betrayed them.

She could remember the fear and absolute anguish Karin displayed as she betrayed her, too.

She could see Suigetsu, Jugo, both looking at her concerned only for her wellbeing. She could still picture the way they loved her - and the way she threw it away - in perfect clarity.

Every single innocent shinobi and samurai she had killed in pursuit of her selfish, egotistical and downright malicious goals constantly followed her shadow like an assassin in the dark.

When she closed her eyes, she saw death itself.

It had been insufferable at first. Upon being shown the faults in her ways and renewing herself as a person, she did not sleep. She could not. It invited the spirits to haunt her - rightfully - and they would speak of the families she had left destroyed.

She had considered killing herself in atonement too many times to count. She had even had the blade ready, sitting at her stomach - and yet even in that she was still a coward.

She could not imagine a future in which she continued with these sins, and yet-

He would tell her simple things, tiny acts of affection that had no effort behind them, and she would continue and remember them perfectly - using her sharingan once again but in a way she had never imagined.

It was inconsequential, sometimes only his smile in a moment shared only between them. When her mind was elsewhere and going over her past, again and again, he would simply move her chin so that she was looking at him and talking about something else.

It happened very slowly. She used her sharingan more and more, not even caring if he noticed, to capture these moments. They got progressively more frequent, progressively more strong, and soon she had captured memories of herself laughing alongside him.

A smile. Holding his hand. Sleeping in the alcove of a tree huddled together. His hugs. His kisses. His soft and quiet words of appreciation and sheer love at the end of a long day.

The perfect images and memories of those that she had killed - the sins that she had committed - they were still there. They would be there forever. She would never escape them and she had long since given up on hiding from them. She knew she was going to hell.

And yet, more and more, as the years grew on and their lifes continued it became more and more bearable, and at one point, in which she could not pinpoint, the positive memories she had captured with her sharingan had surpassed the ones that she could not escape, and she had gone a whole day without being reminded of what had been prior.

Instead she was only reminded of Naruto Uzumaki.

I'm beginning to think I should redefine what I enter into this collection. I've already uploaded one shots as separate stories, so what makes whatever I enter into her any different in terms of parameters?

I might end up completely scrapping this collection and re-releasing all of the chapters as separate stories, but I don't know. That would be a lot of work and completely clog up all of my stories.

I think a better idea is to keep 'Sinking in a Well' limited to smaller drabbles.

Have a good night,

- Luerio