Espadara Uchiha
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"Is that him?"
"Yea, he's the only survivor..."
"Wasn't his brother..."
"Itachi..."
"Massacred everyone, I heard..."
"Good riddance..."
"Why is he still alive?"
The civilians muttering this always had a myriad of faces to present, but Sasuke knew that those directed to him were fake. The looks of pride, and pity, it was all a veil to hide the villagers feelings...
What had he done to deserve any of this? The looks, the whispers...but the silence was worst to the boy, leaving only him and his shattered mind to reflect, to place the blame onto his brother, the man who had taken everything from him...but in the silence that stretched across the Uchiha compound, deep into his very core, he felt the voices of his clan speak to him...
"You're weak..."
"What are you waiting for, Sasuke?"
"Traitor...just like Itachi..."
"Avenge us, Sasuke!"
He hated the silence, as it brought the voices with it, but on some level...he grew to be obsessed with them. He could hear them, his family, but soon the voices overrode his memories of them, back in the days when he could smile and laugh. All he could hear now was their cries for revenge, their jeers at him being weak, too weak to stop his brother, who was always the Uchiha Genius-
Yet what had Itachi said? He had wanted Sasuke to hate him, and to live...but why? Why was Sasuke, above everyone, his parents, his cousins, why was he alone spared?!
Sasuke's breathing became heavy, as his vision swam before his eyes, his room distorting itself as he began stumbling. He was sweating, and began dry-heaving as he fell, tears beginnin to prickle his eyes.
"Weak..."
"You're a failure as a son...as an Uchiha..."
"If only you were as stronger as Itachi..."
"You failed to save us..."
Sasuke gripped his head, sobbing as his the voices came back. He had to make them stop...he needed to make them stop! The idea formed in his mind was hazardous, but what can you expect from such a fractured mind? His would stop Itachi...he would end his suffering...and he would stop the voices, all at once.
He forced himself to his feet, stumbling along the wall to his brothers room. It was empty of several of the items that Sasuke had admired over the years, but there was still a few ninja items, the first being a large Kunai-
Sasuke grabbed it, and stared a it for a long time. He could end it now, he realized, end this suffering that Itachi had forced him in. His thoughts decided, he brought the Kunai to his throat, prepared for sweet release- a gloved hand stopped his arm from completing the motion, his sight being drawn to the masked ANBU holding him.
The ANBU sounded almost amused, peering at him through the slits on his Bird mask. "I afraid I can't let you do that, Sasuke-Kun."
For the second time in his life...Sasuke felt helpless.
"Yea, he's the only survivor..."
"Wasn't his brother..."
"Itachi..."
"Massacred everyone, I heard..."
"Good riddance..."
"Why is he still alive?"
The civilians muttering this always had a myriad of faces to present, but Sasuke knew that those directed to him were fake. The looks of pride, and pity, it was all a veil to hide the villagers feelings...
What had he done to deserve any of this? The looks, the whispers...but the silence was worst to the boy, leaving only him and his shattered mind to reflect, to place the blame onto his brother, the man who had taken everything from him...but in the silence that stretched across the Uchiha compound, deep into his very core, he felt the voices of his clan speak to him...
"You're weak..."
"What are you waiting for, Sasuke?"
"Traitor...just like Itachi..."
"Avenge us, Sasuke!"
He hated the silence, as it brought the voices with it, but on some level...he grew to be obsessed with them. He could hear them, his family, but soon the voices overrode his memories of them, back in the days when he could smile and laugh. All he could hear now was their cries for revenge, their jeers at him being weak, too weak to stop his brother, who was always the Uchiha Genius-
Yet what had Itachi said? He had wanted Sasuke to hate him, and to live...but why? Why was Sasuke, above everyone, his parents, his cousins, why was he alone spared?!
Sasuke's breathing became heavy, as his vision swam before his eyes, his room distorting itself as he began stumbling. He was sweating, and began dry-heaving as he fell, tears beginnin to prickle his eyes.
"Weak..."
"You're a failure as a son...as an Uchiha..."
"If only you were as stronger as Itachi..."
"You failed to save us..."
Sasuke gripped his head, sobbing as his the voices came back. He had to make them stop...he needed to make them stop! The idea formed in his mind was hazardous, but what can you expect from such a fractured mind? His would stop Itachi...he would end his suffering...and he would stop the voices, all at once.
He forced himself to his feet, stumbling along the wall to his brothers room. It was empty of several of the items that Sasuke had admired over the years, but there was still a few ninja items, the first being a large Kunai-
Sasuke grabbed it, and stared a it for a long time. He could end it now, he realized, end this suffering that Itachi had forced him in. His thoughts decided, he brought the Kunai to his throat, prepared for sweet release- a gloved hand stopped his arm from completing the motion, his sight being drawn to the masked ANBU holding him.
The ANBU sounded almost amused, peering at him through the slits on his Bird mask. "I afraid I can't let you do that, Sasuke-Kun."
For the second time in his life...Sasuke felt helpless.
