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angeliise · 3 years

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Day 1- The Beginning of Us

If you had told me this was the beginning of the end, I would have believed you.

If you had told me that this was the beginning of us, I wouldn’t believe you.

I didn’t want to believe you. I didn’t want to believe you because… it would mean that I could have my happy ending.

And I couldn’t believe that.

He had done it. He knew that Itachi’s corpse was slowly withering away next to him, but that’s all he saw before his own eyelids shut down. He couldn’t say he was happy. But he wasn’t sad either. If this was the end, then so be it. Let it be the end of the Uchiha Clan. He had avenged his Clan, his parents… and yet… he hadn’t done anything for himself.

He had avenged the Uchiha in him. But he was Sasuke. His name was Sasuke. Tsk, why did he stress over that?

Because your name is Sasuke, right?

Hn. He was going to die here, anyway. This was the end. And he was okay with it. At least he was far away from Hinata. He knew… Sasuke knew that if Hinata had any chance of reaching him she could abandon all else just for him. That was who she was. That was what he knew her for…

That was what he loved her for.

And he was happy that he, at least, wasn’t going to get in her way anymore and worry her endlessly.

Hinata… And to think he was going to die, knowing that his name was worth something outside of being an Uchiha.

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~ 9 years ago

Sasuke fiddled with a pebble in his hand. He was sitting at his usual spot by the river stream in Konoha.

“Uchiha Sasuke. Got nothing but his clan’s name going for him”

“The lone survivor of the Uchiha Clan.”

“An Uchiha, huh? Tsk, he’s probably full of it.”

“Uchiha… Sasuke?”“Uchiha Sasuke?! He’s so cute! Everyone knows who Sasuke is, he’s an Uchiha, afterall!”

“Uchiha”

He was nothing but a name to them. A name that wasn’t even his. A name that didn’t speak for who Sasuke really was. A name that- Sasuke vehemently shook his head. He was a proud member of the Uchiha Clan. Being a part of the Uchiha Clan was one of the highest honors any shinobi could ask for. And he was one. The Uchiha’s were revered as being one of the most powerful Clans. Their Kekkai Genkei, Clan secrets, clan techniques were all highly sought after by enemies. He was going to restore the pride of the Uchiha Clan, and remind everyone that the Uchihas continue to be a fearful force to be reckoned with!

*Quak, quak, quak*

Sasuke launched the pebble into the river stream, scaring the ducks away. Tsk, there shouldn’t be any ducks in this snowy weather. He sat down, knees against his chest.

Sasuke! I’m going to defeat you, dattebayo!

“Sasuke-kun! Erm… I… You know, I… I lo-”

“Sasuke-kun, well done. I expected nothing less from a member of the Uchiha Clan”

He was nothing but his Clan’s representation for them. His name, his being, his existence was nothing if it weren’t for his Clan’s name. If it weren’t Uchiha, it was (Uchiha) Sasuke. Never Sasuke.

“You’re nothing but a Hyuuga snob!”

Huh? Sasuke turned his head in the direction of the voice. Out of curiosity, he followed the cries of a girl in the name direction.

“Look at those eyes! They are so creepy!” One said.

Sasuke was hiding behind a tree. He peeped his head and spotted 3 boys surrounding a girl on the floor. As he squeezed his eyes to get a better look of her another one spoke.

“I know, right?! Who do the Hyuugas think they are? Parading Konoha as this prestigious clan when they look like this?!”

“T-That’s not- Ah!” A palm flew across her cheek.

“Shut up! You are no better than the Uchiha Clan.”

….

“Yeah, good riddance to that Clan. They were nothing but a bunch of snobs!”

“Yeah, your clan should be next.”

“N-Next?”

The boy closed in on her. Hinata crawled away until she came to a stop thanks to the third boy.

The boy in front of her threw a malicious grin her way. “To be massacred!”

Ha ha ha!!

“H-How could you say such-” - “Haaa?! Didn’t I tell you to shut up!-”

BANG..

BAM.

BASH!

BANG!!

BANG!!!

BANG!!!!

BANG!!!!!

She heard the blows. She heard the fists connect. But she felt nothing. All she felt was an overwhelming presence standing before her. When she opened her eyelids, the first thing she saw was a fan. A fan was all she got to see before the figure poofed in thin air.

“Was that?...” Hinata looked to both of her sides, but nothing. She stood. Looking behind her, and then in front.

He wasn’t there. She wanted to thank him. Had it not been for him, she would have been… again. Although premature, she raised her finger to her face.

Byakugan!

Hinata couldn’t explain this desire to thank him. He had just saved her and she was indebted to him. They would find all types of ways to isolate her and- found him!

She ran, ran, and ran some more. The closer she got, the more desperate she became. She had heard from her mother about the Uchiha massacre. Though she never spoke to Sasuke, she never saw him hanging with anyone. He left as quickly as he came. He kept to himself during classes, lunch, break, activities - everything. No one, even his pursuers, knew anything about him. All they knew about him was that he was an Uchiha. All the things they said about him were nothing but a false image that his clan pushed to the public. His intelligence, his skills, his demeanour. None of what they said described the boy underneath the ‘Uchiha’ label.

To be massacred!

[...] good riddance to that Clan.

They were nothing but a bunch of snobs!

As if she wanted to shut her ears out, Hinata’s eyelids dropped. Such cruelty. And to think Sasuke heard that. A part of her couldn’t help but blame herself for this. She… she wanted to apologise. She wanted to thank him and apologise. She- “Sasuke-ku-!”

*Thumb*

Despite the throbbing pain in her knee, and the cold snow singing her face with cold, she scrambled to push herself up. In the moment she raised her head, she saw obsidian eyes staring into hers -- there was nothing. “E-Erm… I’m-”

“Go away.”

She blinked. “Eh?”

“If you thought I saved you, then think again. Now, go away.” He turned his heel and took a step forward.

“W-Wait. I wanted to-”

In an abrasive, yet throbbing tone, he yelled. “Go home!”

“S-Sasuke-kun-”

“I said!” Sasuke said. With the twist of a heel, the spin of a body and… rain. Sasuke screamed.

“Leave!”

It had started to rain. Despite his insistence on her leaving. Despite the aggressiveness, sternness and furiness behind his tone. Despite the frown on his face. Despite every single body part that said otherwise, his eyes did not lie. His eyes were wavering, shaking, and defeated.

Hinata stood.

Clank

“But,” she raised her hand and slid her finger from his chin up to his eyes, “you are crying.”

In a jittery tone, Sasuke uttered a silent ‘huh?’

Hinata wiped another tear from his cheek, and then another one. She didn’t stop until the tears were no more and his face dried with the remnant teardrops. A tiny whimper escaped her petite lips, and before she knew it, her cheeks felt the imminent streams of water flow down.

“I’m sorry.” She whispered in a low cry. Her fingers were still rubbing his cheeks clean of nothing.

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That had been the beginning.

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~ 6 years ago

At a faraway grassfield, lay an upset Sasuke. Yet another fight with Naruto. Yet another headache from his fangirls.. Yet another day has passed and he wasn’t one step closer to the power thanks to his useless sensei, Iruka. There was no one Sasuke could rely on. No one that wouldn’t run him off with their… way of being! No one. Not even -- No, especially that girl.

She would always sit a row behind him, stand close to him during lineups, and volunteer to be his sparring partner when the fangirls weren’t looking. And when she wasn’t chosen, she had that look of concern. Why she would go through all this trouble is beyond him.

Since that winter day, she wouldn’t leave him alone. No matter how many times he had told her to leave, she would just stand there with that look. A look that he couldn’t read no matter how hard he tried. He knew she was always somewhere lurking, and he couldn’t understand why. He never did anything for her. Nothing!

Who is this ‘she’? Sasuke didn’t know himself. He never bothered remembering her name. Why would he want to remember her name, anyway? She’s a nobody. She’s nothing to him. She’s a Hyuuga-- Hinata--. She’s weak. She cries too much. She’s, she’s, she’s-!

“Oi, Hinata! Why are you standing over there?”

“E-Eh?”

~ Moments later

An exacerbated sigh escaped Sasuke’s lips as he felt every nerve in his body relax-

“Sasuke-kun, well done. I expected nothing less from a member of the Uchiha Clan”

Or not.

“Hinata,” he started.

“What does my name mean to you?” Hinata finished.

Sasuke threw a sharp look her way.

A tiny smile arose on Hinata’s face. “You always ask this question when you are upset, Sasuke-kun.”

One thing he couldn’t stand about Hinata was the simple fact that she knew him well. A little too well. He was angry, or so he thought he was. Actually, he couldn’t be angry. He had never gotten angry at her. He couldn’t get angry at her. No matter how much he tried. She was no different from the fangirls with all the stalking, so why would he open his doors to her? Why was she the only person he could- he didn’t want to finish that sentence.

“Hmph! That wasn’t what I was going to ask.”

Hinata giggled, bringing her knees to her chest. She closed her eyes, lamenting on the day he saved her from the bullies. Ever since then Hinata has tried to find a way to owe him the favour. But she didn’t know how to… is what she kept telling herself for years. She knew how to owe him back. She could buy him a month's worth of tomatoes. She could cook him all his favorite treats. She could do so much for him, but what she wanted to do- what she wanted to be for him- was a person he could shoulder his burden on.

Why? Her shoulders shrugged. She didn’t-- her eyes fell on Sasuke whose eyes were closed. Her heart skipped a beat, and she felt her cheeks heating up.

Hinata’s head fell a tad bit. Who was she kidding? How was she any different from the fangirls that pursued his every move. She was no different from them. She would say she was worse than them because of how persistent she was, but… how couldn’t she think she was different when he--

“You’re blushing again.”

-- when he is this way! Unlike the others, he would let her stay by his side. Unlike the others, he would let her talk to her and actually listen to what she has to say. She never did anything for him. She has yet to thank him for-- wait! She never even thanked him for saving her that day! She-

“But really,” Sasuke said, sitting up.

“H-huh?”

This time Sasuke locked his eyes with hers. “What does my name mean to you?”

“Your name… means a lot to me.” She smiled. Sasuke was taken aback.

“You saved me. But that’s not the only reason. That day… the day you cried.” Sasuke winced, tightening his fist. “I just couldn’t leave you alone-”

“Why?!” He lashed out. “Everybody is the same, after all! Everybody sees me as nothing more than an Uchiha who needs coddling!” He looked down at Hinata who was getting up herself.

She closed the distance between them in seconds. He watched as she raised her finger to his cheeks, making her way up to his teary eye.

“That’s not true.” She whispered.

“You are no better than the Uchiha Clan.”

She wiped another tear as another fell. “That’s not true..!.”

“Yeah, good riddance to that Clan.”

The words were sharp yet voluptuous. More tears kept falling and vision became blurry. “That’s not-!”

“Hinata.” She felt a warm hand upon hers. “That’s enough.”

“B-But. What they said was mean!”

“That’s-

“No!” She shook her head. “I… I… I’m so happy I got to meet you in this lifetime!”

…..in this lifetime...

….this lifetime…!

….lifetime!

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“Lifetime, huh?...”

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~ 3 years ago

The night was particularly quiet. But that figures because Sasuke was about to leave her-- Konoha. He was about to leave Konoha.

The note he held in his hand would do the job, he thought. It didn’t need more. She would understand. Hinata would-

I’m so happy I got to meet you in this lifetime!

The sleeping princess in front of him was glowing in the moonlight. He knew he owed no one an explanation. He knew that he had to do this. He knew that he couldn’t- Sasuke knelt down and took his time to take in every last detail he could. This would be his last time. This would be the last time he would get to be this close to her. He drew her hair strands away from her face. The knuckles that caressed her cheeks as he did so felt warm against them.

Hinata. The only one who seemingly cared about Sasuke as a person. The only person who saw him for who he was. Someone that even he didn’t know. This was going to be the last. He gave her small hand with the note a tiny squeeze before standing up.

“Thank you,” he said as he turned around, “Hinata.”

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Sasuke couldn’t feel anything around him. Not the concrete his back was leaning against. Not the blood dripping from his forehead, not the pouring raindrops on his skin, nothing. He couldn’t hear any of the outside world. That is what he said against the warm source around his chest.

“-uke-kun!”

He wasn’t supposed to feel anything with his chakra levels being so low, so why?

“Sas… kun!”

Why was she here?!

“Sasuke-kun! Stay with me!”

Why?! He felt the droplets of rain tip against his eyelashes. That damn Hyuuga! He didn’t want to. He didn’t care! He didn’t want to see that face. He had resigned to a void of eternal darkness as his final moment. So, why? Why did his eyes flutter open to find a concerned Hinata desperately wording his name in tears?

It hurts everywhere.

“Sasuke-kun, stay with me!”

Why? Why are you crying? Why do you always do this for me? Did she not read the note? Did the note slip away? Why? Why, why, why?!

Her eyes hadn’t changed. That same look that she used to give him for years. That look that he couldn’t read in all those years. Why, what were those eyes that were tearing huge drops of water telling him?

“Hinata… why?”

“Why?” She repeated with her shoulders trembling. “Because,” she locked her eyes with his, “because…” she bit her lower lip. “Because I love you!”

Despite his weakening body, Sasuke felt a heavy pump in his heart.

“Sasuke-kun, you’re mean. What was that note? ‘Don’t come for me’? Why wouldn’t I come for you? When you let me into your world, I promised myself that I wouldn’t be a burden to you! That I wouldn’t make you regret it and yet… you left. I… I…!”

Sasuke pushed through the aching pain in his arm to reach for cheeks. He wiped as many tears as he could in the moment that was filled with Hinata’s low whimpers. “That’s enough.”

“No, it’s not- I! I-” Her words were cut short by the sudden push she felt from behind her head, and before she knew it her face was pressed against his chest.

“Thank you.”

“Eh?...”

“Thank you.”

Hinata felt another set of tears stream down her cheeks. She gently wrapped her arms around Sasuke’s back. She began the healing process again. “D-Don’t die, Sasuke-kun. Please… don’t die.”

He stroked her head. “Hinata...”

Hinata raised her head to find- a tear from above dropped to her cheek.

“Thank you.”

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throesofperdition · 4 years

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Unfaithful

Summary: Izuna knew Madara’s faith was wavering, but he couldn’t bring himself to say anything until it was too late.

Word count: 1,585

Author’s Note: My interpretation of Izuna has always involved him having an extremely unhealthy obsession with Madara. There is nothing romantic about it, and his problem with being too attached comes from being the last two alive out of their immediate family. This isn’t meant to be a Sasuke and Itachi v. 1.0, but I do want people to have a basis to compare it to.

The first flicker happened when they were young children. All Madara had wanted was a friend during their turbulent childhood, but he ran into the wrong arms. The enemy could never give him the peace that he desired, no matter how innocent the child appeared. Their own clan came first, Madara knew that more than anyone else, but Izuna could sense the hesitation in his brother’s voice as he ended the friendship with the Senju boy.

The flickers that came afterwards weren’t as noticeable as the first, but it was still enough to cause Izuna to frown in frustration. It wasn’t his place to call out Madara, especially not in front of the other clan members, but it aggravated him to no end that his brother could never go through with the finishing blow on that same Senju boy from their adolescence. To anyone else, the two warriors were just at a stalemate, but to Izuna, he knew it was mercy. Madara still craved friendship with the enemy, so his blade would never be fully sheathed in the Senju’s chest. The two of them would simply wound each other, tend to the bloody mess in their respective camp, then repeat the process over again at a different battle in a different location.

What was so special about Hashirama that caused Madara to hesitate? Any other warrior could be struck down in a single blow, yet his brother chose to let him live. Even though Izuna knew Madara had a sadistic side to him and would play the game of cat and mouse with their enemies, he never would allow it to go on as long as he did with that particular man. Was it an obsession with something he couldn’t have? Did he actually have feelings for him that could not be replicated with another person? Was it lust? Love?

The questions he had in his head made Izuna feel physically sick. There was no way Madara could be seduced by the enemy, yet it appeared like that was the case. It would be hypocritical of Izuna to judge him, because he too knew there was something strangely erotic about fighting so passionately on the battlefield. However, he never lusted after someone and was only obsessed with killing them in any way he sought fit for the moment.

Voicing his concerns would only cause a schism between the two of them, and more than anything else, Izuna couldn’t afford to lose Madara, especially not to Hashirama. Still, he needed to save him before it was too late. If that strange friendship continued to form in privacy, then it would be the end of the two clans. Instead of an honorable warrior’s death, they would have some obscure form of peace that would only cause a stalemate before the inevitable finally came. Betrayal would make the situation worse, even if it came after Madara and Izuna’s death, but they would not be there to rectify the situation. Everything had to be stopped now in their own lifetime before it was too late. Peace with the Senju could never be an option.

As much as it terrified him to lose Madara, Izuna knew he had to be one to say something. They were each other’s equals, and only his voice could get through his brother’s obnoxiously thick head. Honesty could rip them apart, but it could also mend the pain that had formed. Staying silent would only enable the two to continue on in secrecy. It had gone on for long enough, and something had to be done sooner rather than later.

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It was nightfall when Izuna entered the camp site. Many of the Uchiha were still up, tending to the wounded, fixing their weapons, or preparing something to eat. Nobody looked towards Izuna as he walked by them, because they could just simply feel that he did not want anyone to bother him. Anyone who was in his way moved to the side as he approached his and Madara’s tent. When he entered, Madara was busy writing out a letter on an impromptu desk. He didn’t look up as Izuna took off his armor and continued on in silence, only briefly pausing to add more ink to his brush.

“We need to talk.”

Madara set down the brush as he looked over the paper and simply grunted to show Izuna that he had heard him.

“Look at me, Madara.”

Izuna never used his brother’s name unless it was important, and Madara raised an eyebrow as he looked up at him.

“If you won’t kill Hashirama, then I will.”

Madara scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“This is what you wanted to talk about?” he asked standing up, “Out of everything we could have possibly had a discussion about, this is what is bothering you?”

“It’s been years, and Hashirama is still alive.”

“A formidable foe,” Madara mused with a shrug of his shoulders

“You’re stronger than him”

“You’ve always deified me. I, too, have my limits”

“You won’t kill him”

“Says who?”

“Your chakra”

Madara scoffed once more, circling around Izuna like a hawk scouting out its prey

“You’ve been keeping track of my chakra?”

“You hesitate for the slightest moment every time you have a chance to kill Hashirama, and it shows in your chakra. I can feel it from even across the battlefield”

Madara narrowed his eyes as he stopped back in front of Izuna

“And what about you and Tobirama? You’ve yet to kill him, but you don’t see me lecturing you”

Izuna looked at Madara directly, not letting the taunt affect him.

“I’m not in love with Tobirama”

Madara opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Where the hell was this conversation going?

“You think I love Hashirama?”

“It would explain why you refuse to kill him”

Madara let out a laugh, but the look in his eyes showed that he was angered by the accusation. He walked closer to Izuna and gripped his chin between his left hand.

“War has made you cocky, Izuna. Who do you think you are that you can talk to me like this?” Madara spat out as he tightened his grip.

“Love has made you soft. You would give up everything for him,”

Clenching his teeth, Madara let go of Izuna and began pacing around him again.

“What physical proof do you have, Izuna?”

Izuna remained silent and simply stared at the tent wall in front of him.

“You don’t have proof, do you?”

“I can sense it”

Madara let out another laugh and gripped Izuna’s right forearm.

“Who would believe you?”

Izuna briefly looked down at the floor. Without physical proof, it would always be his word against Madara’s. His accusation would only serve as a play for power over Madara’s position as leader of the clan. Out of the two of them, Izuna knew the other Uchiha would rather be led by Madara and not by someone who was more suited to standing in the shadows until it was time to strike.

“You come to me, demanding that I follow your orders, yet you don’t even have a plan in place for the aftermath,” Madara chided as he picked up Izuna’s chin, “What did you think was going to happen, hm? That I would beg you to reconsider? That I would say that I love you more than him?”

Izuna removed himself from Madara’s grip, shame filling his eyes as his cheeks burned from the realization that yes, he did want Madara to tell him that he loved him more than Hashirama. Izuna could afford to lose everything except for his brother. Madara meant everything to him, and with him by his side, he knew they could do anything.

“You’re being seduced with the promise of peace,” he murmured, his eyes back to looking at the ground in between them, “You may get instant gratification, but what happens when the peace is eventually broken? Are you going to side with Hashirama or your family who can see through the lies?”

Madara’s fists tensed from the accusation, but as much as he wanted to punch Izuna in the jaw, he simply grit his teeth in frustration.

“Get out of this tent, Izuna. Don’t you dare talk to me again until you kill Tobirama. Until then, I don’t want to see your face.”

Izuna finally looked up at Madara, the shame in his eyes being replaced with regret. It had been stupidly naive of him to think that he could get through to his brother. He knew better than anyone else how stubborn and hard headed he was, and once Madara had made up his mind, there was no going back.

Izuna turned to leave the tent once he picked up his armor off of the floor, but he looked back at Madara who was already writing another letter.

“No matter what happens, Madara, I’m going to be waiting for you,” Izuna promised, “Hashirama and the clan can betray you, but I’ll still be here.”

He waited for his brother to say something or to at least look at him once more, but Madara paid him no attention. Shutting his eyes quickly to prevent any tears from leaking out, Izuna quickly left the tent without saying another word. He could handle any physical wound that came his way on the battlefield, but Madara picking Hashirama over him caused a pain in his heart that no amount of medicine or alcohol could ever mask.

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