[fic] Test My Power
Erm, hi. This is my first post here... So I'll introduce myself with a fic.
Title: Test My Power
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 431
POV: Sasuke
"Test My Power"
I lost everything I loved when I was seven. My older brother, the most important person in my life, stood over the bodies of my parents, their death still fresh on his hands. I trained later that night than I should have. Shadows paved the streets as I ran home, hoping my mother wouldn’t scold me. I had to become a stronger ninja, so my brother would recognize me… so my father would recognize me. I trained whenever I could. She tried to call it “practice.” Blood matted her hair to the floor, sticky, red, and black. When I reached our home, kunai protruded from the walls, shuriken from flesh; blood stained everything; my dead relatives lay in the street. I ran inside, searching. Why would he do this? I asked him from the floor. Why?
“To test my power.”
That’s it? You killed them all just for that? I took off my shoes and left my bag by the door. I heard something and ran towards the sound. At the door, I hesitated, frightened. I opened it. Inside my parents lay on the floor, covered in blood: They weren’t breathing. Itachi stepped forward from the shadows. What happened? Who could have done this? Their corpses had to be cold by now. He showed me; his Sharingan showed me. Uchihas fell to his blade beneath a blood red moon. He stood over my parents, swung his sword, stole their lives. I screamed. I collapsed. Why would he do this? I asked him from the floor. Why?
“To test my power.”
I ran at him, screaming his death. He sent me back to the floor with one hit. He was too strong. Unbelievably strong. Terrifyingly strong. He was terrifying. He was a killer. He killed my family. He was going to kill me. I ran. This time, away from him. Please don’t kill me! I don’t want to die! Please! Then he stood in front of me. Don’t kill me! He wouldn’t kill me: I lacked the strength for him to bother. Instead, he let me live. He let me live in cowardice so that I might survive to avenge my loved ones. My parents, my aunts and uncles, cousins, grandparents, the kind brother this evil man had stolen from me, the young boy whose future he had replaced with revenge. I would live to avenge them all. I would become strong enough to kill Uchiha Itachi. No matter the cost, I would become strong enough.
Why would you do this? He asked me from the floor. Why?
“To test my power.”
Title: Test My Power
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 431
POV: Sasuke
"Test My Power"
I lost everything I loved when I was seven. My older brother, the most important person in my life, stood over the bodies of my parents, their death still fresh on his hands. I trained later that night than I should have. Shadows paved the streets as I ran home, hoping my mother wouldn’t scold me. I had to become a stronger ninja, so my brother would recognize me… so my father would recognize me. I trained whenever I could. She tried to call it “practice.” Blood matted her hair to the floor, sticky, red, and black. When I reached our home, kunai protruded from the walls, shuriken from flesh; blood stained everything; my dead relatives lay in the street. I ran inside, searching. Why would he do this? I asked him from the floor. Why?
“To test my power.”
That’s it? You killed them all just for that? I took off my shoes and left my bag by the door. I heard something and ran towards the sound. At the door, I hesitated, frightened. I opened it. Inside my parents lay on the floor, covered in blood: They weren’t breathing. Itachi stepped forward from the shadows. What happened? Who could have done this? Their corpses had to be cold by now. He showed me; his Sharingan showed me. Uchihas fell to his blade beneath a blood red moon. He stood over my parents, swung his sword, stole their lives. I screamed. I collapsed. Why would he do this? I asked him from the floor. Why?
“To test my power.”
I ran at him, screaming his death. He sent me back to the floor with one hit. He was too strong. Unbelievably strong. Terrifyingly strong. He was terrifying. He was a killer. He killed my family. He was going to kill me. I ran. This time, away from him. Please don’t kill me! I don’t want to die! Please! Then he stood in front of me. Don’t kill me! He wouldn’t kill me: I lacked the strength for him to bother. Instead, he let me live. He let me live in cowardice so that I might survive to avenge my loved ones. My parents, my aunts and uncles, cousins, grandparents, the kind brother this evil man had stolen from me, the young boy whose future he had replaced with revenge. I would live to avenge them all. I would become strong enough to kill Uchiha Itachi. No matter the cost, I would become strong enough.
Why would you do this? He asked me from the floor. Why?
“To test my power.”