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endless_scrolls) wrote2010-07-08 08:47 pm
endless_scrolls) wrote2010-07-08 08:47 pm
Birdsong
Title: Birdsong
Type: Fanfic
Fandom: Naruto
Theme: "At four in the morning, the crow song would wake him."
Character(s): Uchiha Sasuke, Uchiha Itachi, Uchiha Madara
Pairing(s): None
Warning(s): Overexposure of the Uchiha.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but these words.
Note: Written as a reply to a First Sentence Meme request.
Dedicated to: Um... whoever made the request I suppose.
At four in the morning, the crow song would wake him...
...And for just the briefest of moments, Sasuke was seven again. And the last ten years of his life never happened. His brother was his brother, still the pride of his father's legacy and the metaphoric bar that the young shinobi must surpass in order to gain the same sort of love he had always craved. His family was still a constant cushion of support, the streets of the clan compound teeming with the hustle and bustle of daily living. And Sasuke was happy.
But then the moment would pass and all the memories would come flooding back to crowd his thoughts and tease his anger. And Sasuke has to still his crackling hand (when did he have the time to form the Chidori?) before he ended that birdsong forever.
How dare it make him remember? How dare it make him regret?
-x-
...And with it, Itachi would mark down one more day towards his inevitable defeat. Because he knows his brother well; counts on it to see his plan realized, though the rogue's eyes droop just slightly at having to deceive him for all these years; at the necessity of robbing Sasuke of his happiness.
But for the life of the shinobi, sacrifices must be made.
Because without the anger and the purpose and the drive, Sasuke would never be strong enough to defeat Madara for good. And their clan would forever be cursed to defend the pride of a man who was far too stubborn to even die as all things should.
Itachi, at least, would welcome death if it meant that Sasuke would have the strength to save them all.
Type: Fanfic
Fandom: Naruto
Theme: "At four in the morning, the crow song would wake him."
Character(s): Uchiha Sasuke, Uchiha Itachi, Uchiha Madara
Pairing(s): None
Warning(s): Overexposure of the Uchiha.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but these words.
Note: Written as a reply to a First Sentence Meme request.
Dedicated to: Um... whoever made the request I suppose.
At four in the morning, the crow song would wake him...
...And for just the briefest of moments, Sasuke was seven again. And the last ten years of his life never happened. His brother was his brother, still the pride of his father's legacy and the metaphoric bar that the young shinobi must surpass in order to gain the same sort of love he had always craved. His family was still a constant cushion of support, the streets of the clan compound teeming with the hustle and bustle of daily living. And Sasuke was happy.
But then the moment would pass and all the memories would come flooding back to crowd his thoughts and tease his anger. And Sasuke has to still his crackling hand (when did he have the time to form the Chidori?) before he ended that birdsong forever.
How dare it make him remember? How dare it make him regret?
...And with it, Itachi would mark down one more day towards his inevitable defeat. Because he knows his brother well; counts on it to see his plan realized, though the rogue's eyes droop just slightly at having to deceive him for all these years; at the necessity of robbing Sasuke of his happiness.
But for the life of the shinobi, sacrifices must be made.
Because without the anger and the purpose and the drive, Sasuke would never be strong enough to defeat Madara for good. And their clan would forever be cursed to defend the pride of a man who was far too stubborn to even die as all things should.
Itachi, at least, would welcome death if it meant that Sasuke would have the strength to save them all.
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