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Redemption
Here's an old Naruto Sasuke one shot. No yaoi.
"Give me your hand!" Naruto reached for as far as he could, blue eyes full of worry and fear. The wind howled on the God-forsaken cliff where nothing grew. Madara was dead. There was no easy way to say how, but Madara's immortality just seemed to run out with Naruto's last attack, leaving Sasuke to fend for himself, after falling. A stupid move on his part, he thought, but it really wasn't his entire fault. Naruto had played a part in this as well.
Sasuke was heavily injured, much more than Naruto. It took every ounce of his strength to keep from falling and he was slipping....slipping....
"Sasuke!" Naruto yelled once again, urgency in his voice. "Grab on!"
Conflict rose within Sasuke. Should he grab Naruto's hand and be taken back to Konoha? Or should he let go, and die an avenger? Normally, because of his pride, he would have chosen the latter, but something made him think, something made him remember his brothers' dying wish.
Naruto didn't want his friend to die. He'd originally planned on dying along with him, but now....there was still a chance....
Both parties knew that if Sasuke grabbed Naruto's hand, they'd both be heading back to Konoha. It showed that Sasuke still trusted Naruto, and how Naruto still cared...but that was what made Sasuke so uneasy, so...afraid.
Naruto was ready to simply start yelling at him. He couldn't stand the look in Sasuke's eyes- so much hate, so much sadness, so much hurt- and yet he could see a little bit of life left in them, a tiny sliver of light... Why couldn't Sasuke just give in?
The jinchuriki could remember all of the times Sasuke called him, "idiot" or, "loser" and the one time he called him, "chicken". Why was Sasuke his friend? When did he form that bond with him?
Why?
Because he was the only one who understood.
He was the only one who knew what it was like to be truly alone.
Both of their families were taken from them without so much as a word. They had always saved each other- and Sakura too, of course- without thinking about it. They were so close that Naruto would've helped Sasuke kill Itachi if he'd known where he was.
Lightning flashed in the sky and rain started to fall, making the air a little cooler, but not releasing both boys from the tension.
Sasuke didn't take his eyes off of Naruto. Why was it so hard to make up his mind? Hadn't he severed those bonds between himself and Naruto? The family he lost was replaced by Team 7...why had he grown so attached to them? And when he severed those bonds, Naruto simply seemed to reattach them and knot them, making them harder to cut than before.
"Stop being such a baka and take my hand!" Naruto yelled angrily over the wind, blue eyes blazing, blonde hair so soaking wet it covered his eyes from time to time.
Sasuke started to slip then, his strength deserting him. "Naruto..." He looked straight into his former- no, his best friend's eyes, knowing he was going to fall. "I.....I'm sor-"
The rock gave way and Sasuke fell backwards. "SASUKE!" Naruto's voice was filled with pain. No...it wouldn't end this way...
He jumped after Sasuke.
Sasuke's eyes widened. He...was he...trying to save him? Or, was he planning on dying with him? But that would mean he wouldn't fulfill his goal...wouldn’t become Hokage...
His eyes stung- not because of his Sharingan, Itachi's eyes having taken care of it- and a few tears sprayed down his cheek, despite his best efforts to keep them in. "Naruto...." He muttered, the first genuine smile in a long time spreading onto his face, “You really are....an idiot..."
Something caught Sasuke then, and blue eyes blazed into his. "You're....not dying....that easily...you jerk...." Naruto panted.
Sasuke stared at him in disbelief. He'd saved them both?! And just when he thought....He didn't know what to say.
"Now....I'm taking you back....to Konoha....and you're NOT going to destroy it...." Naruto collapsed beside Sasuke, a weak smile on his face.
Sasuke stared up in the sky, not saying anything. He was fine with it...even though he knew he was doomed to be executed as soon as he returned. It didn't matter now. Nothing really mattered now. All of that revenge...nothing. He realized it then. Why...had he been so foolish?
"And you're going to apologize!" Naruto growled, still weak.
Sasuke had to chuckle at this. "Whatever...loser..."
"Sasuke-teme."
"Moron." It was like they were before. Both boys sighed.
"You put me through hell...." Naruto complained.
"Good. You deserved it...I told you...not to come after me..." Sasuke's eyelids lowered. He hadn't slept in so many days...and the injuries made it worse.
"Just shut up and rest Sasuke-teme. We're heading to Konoha....in the morning...." With that, Naruto passed out.
For once, Sasuke listened. He passed out as well, but before he did, he could've sworn he saw Itachi standing over him, then smile a little. He closed his eyes, smiling a bit, then was glad Naruto wasn't awake. If he was, he would've heard Sasuke say, for the first and maybe last time in his life;
"Thanks...Naruto."
The Death of Uchiha Shisui
Sasuke flashback one shot. Enjoy.
“Uchiha Itachi!”
The smile on my brothers’ face faded. I tilted my head. “Huh?” Three Uchiha from father’s police force…
“Sasuke…go inside.” Nii-san didn’t look at me when he spoke, but it was clear that I needed to go somewhere safe. I didn’t understand, but I wanted to, so I just sat there, blinking. “…..” I didn’t want to miss anything.
“Sasuke. I said to go inside.” This time it was a warning, sounding almost like dad. Tsk. I hated that about my brother. Just because he was older…but I complied, standing from my spot on the porch and walking inside.
Being the curious kid I was, I eavesdropped just a little. Pressing my ear to the door, I waited.
“Uchiha Shisui is dead,” My heart caught in my throat. Shisui Nii-san was dead? I bit my lip. Who could’ve…
The silence that came after that scared me. It was almost as if no one knew what to say or do, but I knew Itachi looked sad.. Shisui had been his close friend, close enough to our family for me to call him nii-san…though he always did that annoying gesture, messing up my hair. It still didn’t explain why they were here…what would Itachi have to do with this...?
The flitting and crumpling of paper was the next sound I heard. “We found a suicide note written in his handwriting. Know anything about it?”
I narrowed my eight year old eyes. They were accusing my brother..and not just of anything, they accused him murdering his own friend? Tsk. How dare they…
“No.” His emotionless voice scared me for some reason. It was almost like he’d known they were coming to confront him. Like he knew this would happen.
I remember shunning this though completely, but something made me feel uncomfortable. They were quiet for such a long time…what were they doing? It wasn’t fair. Why couldn’t I see?
“Really? You were the closest to Uchiha Shisui, weren’t you?” Someone shifted their weight. Dammit. I wanted so badly to see…I knew I was risking it, but I cracked the door open a little wider, slowly.
I could’ve sworn Itachi glanced at the door as I started opening it, but when I looked back, his attention was back on the three Jonin. He didn’t look phased at all.
“What are you implying?” He turned the paper over in his hand as if it were extremely uninteresting. It seemed a little off to me, but again, I shunned it. Big brother would never-
“Don’t screw with us Itachi. Anyone with the Sharingan could have copied Shisui’s handwriting and forged a suicide note.”
I swallowed a little, worried for Itachi. The Sharingan could have copied it..but that didn’t mean Itachi-
“Anyone with the Sharingan…” I waited, still listening, and then Nii-san spoke again. “If anyone could have done it…”
“Why come for you? You have no alibi, am I right?”
“Yet there is no proof.” Something in Nii-san’s voice sounded sad, like he knew they wouldn’t arrest him…but that didn’t make sense. It only scared me more...mostly because I didn’t understand.
“WHAT USE IS IT? Admit you did it and we’ll go easy on you Itachi. Do it for the clan.” The first one looked like he was crossing his arms from where I stood, obviously the ringleader.
Something in my brother seemed to snap. “For the clan….” His voice was no louder than a pin drop. “This clan…does nothing but add gas to the fire called war...”
The way he said it shook me a little. I’d never seen Itachi angry, especially not at me, but he looked beyond that. It was almost like he wasn’t my big brother anymore…
“We are a cursed clan…and turning on our own- whether me to Shisui, or you three to me- shows where we stand as a so called ‘family’.” He continued.
I squinted. What? What did he mean? Did he mean that he’d killed Shisui?!
“So you hate the clan.” The accusatory voice like the hissing of a poisonous snake would later remind me of Orochimaru. “Is that what this is all about Itachi? If it is, going against your own father’s three elite will be the end of you…”
I noticed in horror that no one was nearby but me, some useless ninja-in-training, and I wasn’t sure of what to be more afraid of; seeing my brother get beaten to a bloody pulp, or watching him win against all three,
by a landslide.
“Hate…is a strong word… though I wonder why it is the foundation of our clan.” His eyes flashed, showing off his Sharingan a bit. “I have no grudge against the clan...but I do not approve of what we’ve done.”
“You have no right to question authority, Itachi…” The tallest jonin, the same height as father, narrowed his eyes at my brother, who didn’t say anything in return.
I could almost smell the tension in the air…nothing scared me more than knowing some sort of fight would break out, that all hell would break loose…
“We’ll let you go for now, Itachi…” They were threatening him. Tsk. As if they’d ever lay a finger on Uchiha Fugaku’s son…
“Let me go…” Nii-san sounded quiet again, and all three jonin met him with their own Sharingan. My brother didn’t flinch. In fact, he looked more like he was going to-
“Nii-san!” I pushed open the door, pleading, though I knew I’d probably just get hurt.
The jonin looked at me like I was just some dumb kid- which I was- and Itachi paused, looking at me. Footsteps stopped behind me though, and his eyes wandered onto mom.
“Itachi!” She probably looked a little frightened too, because he let his shoulders drop, then he fell to his knees, bowing before the Jonin.
“…forgive me for my outburst.” It was almost as if he meant what he said, but at the same time...he didn’t.
They watched him for a few moments, debating on whether to arrest him or not, but in the end they simply nodded as if none of the previous events had taken place.
The last thing my brother said to me that day haunted me for the rest of my life.
“…it’s alright, Sasuke.” He’d given me a smile. “I promise something will be done. I’ll be alright.”
And he’d poked my forehead.
I almost wish Itachi killed me along with the rest, but he didn’t, and there’s no use dwelling on it…and I wonder…if he thought I could be stronger than the hate he selfishly forced onto me.
I wish I’d found out before I killed him.
“Onward to Konoha, Sasuke.” Uchiha Madara’s voice is so annoying…
“…..” I didn’t answer at first, taking a moment to swallow my regret, pulling up my Akatsuki cloak.
“…onward…to Konoha.”
Sorry to disappoint, Nii-san.
