I'm Sorry Everyone, So Sorry...

“I’ve been changin’ but you’ll never see me. Now I’m blaming you for everything…”

Sasuke had thought about the past a lot lately, mostly that certain person. So far away…, he had thought. So many things have been changing. He couldn’t bare to think about it anymore. So he moved on to a different topic. What he blamed himself for.

“All he cared about was you. And you killed him…”

He thought about what Deidara had said to him about his brother. Sure Deidara almost killed him over it, he loved Itachi. What have I done!?, he thought. But thinking about Itachi didn’t last long.

“You’ll come back, I know you will. When you can’t stand that… snake anymore, you’ll come back. But don’t come crying to me when you can’t get back in the village, traitor!”

Sasuke winced at that memory. When Sasuke first left the village for Orochimaru’s Lair. He fought him, almost killing him. It’s funny how long you can remember someone after they died. A part of them stays with you forever, especially if you killed them your self.

“Sasuke, you aren’t acting the same. I knew I should have never taught you Chidori, you weren’t ready. When you turn it against a comrade, you know you aren’t ready, especially at your young age. You were wrong…”

Kakashi’s voice rang in his ears.

“SASUKE!! Don’t leave me!”

Sakura’s pleading, selfish voice rang in his ears too.

“Sasuke, you have power. Extreme power. I envy you.”

Rock Lee’s polite voice in his ears was as powerful as Sasuke’s strength. Maybe more. He wanted to rip his hair out, bleed to death or something. Something so he wouldn’t feel pain anymore. Like being numb. He would be invincible. A shiver ran down his spine. I don’t want that. Yes you do. No I don’t! He was arguing with himself. Suffering because of… him?

“What’s up with you, Teme? Too afraid to fight?”

Sasuke remembered his signature Uzumaki smile. Why do I have to remember all these things now? Then it came to him. It’s the little dobe’s birthday. October 10, how could I forget?

“By fighting me your life just got harder. Crazier. Your losing your sanity.”

Sasuke thought about all the times he spent with the little kitsune. Sparring, hanging out, missions, or just working together. They liked to be around each other. Then Sasuke started to question his strength. He felt the blonde was higher than him. Sasuke wanted power. The opposite wanted Sasuke back in the village. Sasuke thought about him too much it hurt. It hurt to know he killed him. It hurt Sasuke to even think about the kit any longer. But there was no way to escape thinking.

“Otouto, reminisce about your past. Think about your piggy-back ride that day you twisted your ankle.”

Sasuke saw Itachi’s dead body before him in his mind. So limp… He couldn’t take it. He couldn’t take it anymore. Lee was right about his physical strength but not mental. His mental strength was weak. Sasuke took out a kunai. Freshly sharpened, he pressed it to the flesh of his wrist. I can’t believe I’m doing this… He sliced across his wrist, crying out a little. Why did my life have to be so horrid? Answer me Kami. Please. I don’t know what to do anymore. Sasuke kept slicing, almost running out of blood. Soon he was heading into darkness.

Naruto, I’m coming for you…

Naruto…