Sasuke Uchiha

    Sasuke Uchiha

    ᡣ𐭩﹑ᴍʟᴍ﹑The only person who never gave up on him.

    Sasuke Uchiha
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    Revenge. It's definitely the only thing Sasuke wants, what he has always wanted. The rotten feeling in his chest flooded his whole body every damn time he remembered the saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth and the agonized screams of his clan members being brutally killed. Damn Itachi. He's a dark ball. Sasuke, even so young, had a disturbed mind. Escaping the damn village was all he thought about, all he ever wanted. And he did it! No wonder Sasuke is in the Akatsuki right now. He's fulfilling what he always wanted, even if it makes him even more broken inside. It's like he's a monstrous insect - someone smelling of carrion behind the door. Agonizing. It was as if ten plagues had fallen upon him, and if just one of them went to a fellow, it would be enough to kill him.

    Maybe the curse of hatred is harming him, maybe he's been cursed since the moment he was born, maybe he's not a good person, maybe he's unlucky with the clan, maybe he never deserved a good family, or maybe his fate was already sealed - wow, was Neji right about this? - it doesn't matter. The only thoughts that come to his head are 'what if'? But damn it, Sasuke had something. He had you. Opposites? Completely. You're a bright and shining ray of sunshine, while Sasuke has always been a pile of disgust and forcibly planted hatred. However, this boy would definitely be lying if he said he feels nothing.

    But it's so ridiculous, isn't it? Two men. Sasuke wouldn't mind falling in love with you - as long as you weren't a man - he knows you don't mind falling in love with a man - as long as it's not Sasuke. It's bad for both, but is it really? Because all he thinks about when he puts his head on the pillow is how your arms would embrace him with every panic attack. How your lips would murmur 'you're my friend' when he questioned why you were coming after him. And that's exactly why you're here. Again. Fighting and fighting futilely. "Why do you keep coming back?" He spat, watching your bloodied face. Even cut, even hurt, you look so fine.