Title: Old Dreams
Genre: General
Warning: anxiety, post-series
person: Sasuke
Content: Trust me, Sasuke. Just this once.
Comment: This was once the first chapter in a fanfiction. I do not know if I continued this ever.
manga crack
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Sasuke was standing in a devastated landscape. All around him there were no living longer, unless he himself were charred trees, the ground burnt and black, leaves and bushes no longer available. Years would it take until this area would have recovered from the damage. But for that it was finally over.
Sasuke slumped on a rock. At last he had fulfilled his task.
tired he raised his head and looked up a few more feet, where Itachi was. Itachi was dead last he had made it. The years of toil, the hard training and the sacrifices were worthwhile. Could now give up his existence as an avenger.
But where will he do?
Sasuke sighed. He had left everything behind in order to do this here. He had betrayed Konoha and Orochimaru connected. Even after he had just killed those that he had refused to go back, even though they had offered it to him again and again. Naruto just did not want to give up.
Sasuke did the insistence of the blonde almost suffering. He had suffered so much because of him. Should he really go back? But where else? The members of the Akatsuki appeared only occasionally, on, as if they were alive. Sasuke could not say how many had been killed already.
Perhaps it was really the best thing to go to Konoha.
He was perhaps a place to reflect on his life.
Sasuke looked at Itachi.
Until recently he had not understood this. He had done everything to him, Sasuke, to get them to kill him. He had met Itachi's request. He realized that this is the only was what he was able to hold on to. Something that gave his life meaning. What else should he have done? He would like to get answers.
But that was not now.
Itachi was dead, the murderer of his family had died.
Sasuke looked at the blood on his hands and soaked his clothes. He had to look terrible. Great he was not injured. Just exhausted from the jutsu, which he had had to use to defeat Itachi. But most hurt his eyes. Constantly use the Sharingan strained and he had over the years found a way to make this pain disappear faster. Sometimes it helped to put a cold cloth on his eyes, but he had often had no time for it.
in Konoha he would have perhaps.
Sasuke really decided first then return.
How would it be? After eight years, then return?
It seemed to him like an eternity. Only three years with Orochimaru, then the time in which it was striped with Team Hebi around the country to find Itachi, the fight against the Akatsuki people who wanted to turn it off and finally with the preparation of his final duel Itachi.
Sasuke wondered if he had really intended here.
His only aim in life was dead before him. He was strong like no other. What should he do?
This world did not interest him.
took care of him What if Konoha would appoint in a few years a new Hokage?
It brought back his past not again!
Sasuke suddenly felt an indescribable yearning within.
He wanted to go back! Back in the days when he could just hug Itachi. Where he had made considerable effort to get the attention of his father. His family. How it might have been, would they are still alive? Sasuke in a dam broke at once. His only family member he had killed and would soon, as his parents disappear in a gray haze, when he wandered through this world.
tears ran down his cheeks.
All the years he had buried the sadness and despair in a sea of hatred, that he was not allowed weak. But now, now that he was all alone, he was finally able to grieve. Sasuke tried to wipe away the tears as he got up and walked over to Itachi's corpse. But they did not dry up. So he let flow. He tried to ignore the incredible sadness, as he plopped down next to Itachi, but it was even greater. He looked into the already peaceful face Itachi and sobbed. He was alone.
Incredible alone.
He is now the only surviving Uchiha was in this world.
Perhaps the strongest Uchiha, it had ever been, but who could say? He knew so little about his family. Sasuke put his hand on Itachi's cheek, guided by the desire to be near his brother. He came over more and more grief and it was not long until he collapsed on his brother. It seemed to take hours, in which he stated simply only to his dead brother. Sasuke did not have the power to against the collapsing on him to fight back emotions. They rolled over him, understood him and had participated in the sink, in a great flood of images.
regret rose up in him.
Now that he realized that Itachi was dead, and never again would come, he wanted to undo it. He would like to prevent that Itachi killed their family and condemned him to this pledge of the hatred and loneliness.
But that would never happen.
It was all over.
The only thing that stopped him yet, his brother was buried. Sasuke knew he wanted to do that. He had to do it. He would bring his brother back to Konoha and those buried there. He would the dead keep watch and mourn the loss of his brother. The monster that had killed his family was gone. He was buried with quiet conscience Itachi. But no one would he say where he would do that. Never should anyone find the grave Itachi.
As Sasuke fell somewhat.
He took out his Kunai and something that looked like a can. This box was transparent and was filled with a slightly bluish liquid. He knew what to do. He had so often seen at Kabuto and it was also the only one where he'd watch out if Kabuto cut open one of his experimental rats. Slowly and precisely because Itachi made Sasuke to remove the Sharingan. He had died with them. It took quite some time and Sasuke was glad it was over when they were trapped in the can. The liquid would help preserve the eye. But his task was not finished yet. Thus, the eyes were not sure. The box could be easily damaged in a fight. That's why he sealed the box in a scroll, which he then under his kimono. Since it was safe for now.
Sasuke stood up. He was aware that now the strenuous Part came. He had to bring the dead body of his brother to Konoha. But Itachi was in the time not only the largest but also heavier than he was. The last Uchiha lifted the body and heaved in on the back.
It was very strange to carry his brother. Especially since it was dead. He only now it could come so close. Sasuke wished Itachi would wake up and tell him that he should let him down, but that would not happen.
with mixed Feelings he left for Konoha.
It was a long way!
~
was a few days later arrived Sasuke in Konoha. In a remote neighboring village, he had found a shrine, which allowed him there to hold the wake for his brother. The servants of the shrine had not asked, but it allows him to silence.
Fortunately, no one had recognized them.
But he had grown older and grown since the last time in Konoha had been. And Itachi would recognition such anyway. His trademark, the red Sharingan were safely stowed and Sasuke Akatsuki coat was burned as a precaution, just like everything else that pointed to the Akatsuki. Just a few things he had stowed in his bag. It had been Itachi's personal things that would partially come into his grave, on the other hand, wanted to keep Sasuke.
" Gomen need it more?"
Sasuke looked up.
A monk had spoken to him. This he had just been helped to dress Itachi. In the white dead Darling Itachi looked quite different. The open hair flowed over his shoulders and his hands were laid on his stomach.
Sasuke turned his gaze back to his brother when he said:
" No, thanks. I need nothing. "
" want When they hold the funeral? Or they have needs that? "
" No. It should be a simple funeral. Tonight he will be buried. It will come, no one who wants to say goodbye to him. I am the last of our family. "
" I'm sorry for them, "said the monk, before he bowed and walked away.
Sasuke sat in front of his brother and many thoughts flew through his head. Many questions would remain unanswered. So many things he wanted to say Itachi. But he did not now on the lips. His black eyes reflected all the sadness reflected that he felt.
He spent the whole day until it was evening. But with every hour of his impending departure much heavier. He had at times even had the desire that Orochimaru would be now that he may offer a solution to bring back Itachi would. Sasuke knew it was nonsense. No art brought back the dead.
The desire was so mad, but in Sasuke he was burning like a too strong Kanton no Jutsu '.
~
the evening, at sunset, then began the procession. Itachi had been laid in the grave vessel, which looked similar to the container, in which he goes through the transformation of the mai, as he had left Konoha. Also, this container was sealed and sealed, but he would never be opened. Sasuke did not know what he felt when the lid finally closed and he would see Itachi again.
two monks lifted the coffin on poles and carried him shall be buried in the Itachi would be the place. Sasuke seemed all unreal. He carried his brother to the grave. alone, the sight of the cemetery, the final resting place would be Itachi, Sasuke tore a hole in his heart. It was actually a very beautiful cemetery, as it maintained by the monks was yet to be Sasuke was like hell on. As they approached the already dug grave, Sasuke burst with desire to open the container once again to convince himself that Itachi was really dead.
But he did not move.
He walked silently behind the monks just her and watched her as she began the Dead ceremony. A priest said a prayer, by asking the gods, that the soul would find grace and Itachi was sleeping so peacefully. Sasuke himself was not the moment to say something in the situation. The grief that overwhelmed him to carry the situation to his brother's grave and uncertain future, with whom he knew what to do, let him in the moment when the monks began on the earth to pour coffin after it had left him down, feeling completely helpless.
Sasuke wanted to do something, but he could not.
There was nothing he could do.
It felt wrong!
Such a damn wrong.
It could not end this way.
Not in a simple but elegant grave stone on which would soon 'Uchiha Itachi' position.
Sasuke's shoulders shook with sobs as a wave rolled over him. He laid a hand on his eyes. Maybe he wanted to hide his tears, or just do not see how the last earth was poured over the coffin.
The priest finished his prayer and bowed before the first grave, then to Sasuke and then left. The grave of helpers followed him.
Sasuke had arranged with them that he would label himself the grave. He had previously given them enough money so that they would take care even later to rest Itachi cities. He had used the money of his clan, since she died that he was available. It was no big deal was, to stand out in a small bank money. Old accounts could by no one. It had also not ask, let alone know him.
In the temple he had dispensed with the gene-jutsu, but none had shown even the trace of recognition. No tear staring, no whispers and no eyes. Perhaps the reason might be that he had aged and grown since he went away from Konoha. Or maybe he was not in his clothes like a dangerous ninja on it. He had been on his way to Konoha just bought a kimono, with whom he reasonably civil looked. Strangely, he had to Itachi funeral look reasonably tidy like. Perhaps to show his brother that he was good?
The thought was ridiculous, but Sasuke had not thought much about.
But it just did.
Now he was alone here.
An Itachi's grave.
His whole life he had striven against this point because he fulfill his revenge wanted. But now, as he had enforced them, he felt nothing but sadness and despair. He had never believed that it would take the Sun But at times he had forgotten the reason for his hatred of Itachi. He had hated Itachi simple. He had thought of Itachi so intense that he had forgotten why he wanted to kill him. The death of his parents were back so long. On their faces, he barely remembered. Photos he had for killing the clan never seen again. So Itachi's face was the only one that had burned into his memory.
Sasuke went down into the squat and ran his hand over the smooth and shiny grave. He could see his reflection in it, and when he looked closer it was to him quite differently. He had to turn away small and the hand in front of the mouth to suppress the gag reflex, which rose up in him. He saw Itachi so damn similar!
like Sun, that he felt sick.
In recent years he had seldom had the opportunity to look in a mirror and it was never particularly interested him, as he looked. He had been but one or two times said that he had similarity to Itachi, but that was so extreme, he did not believe.
His eyes were dark, black as night. In them, just all the grief and sorrow was reflected again that he had experienced in his life. His hair was even longer now, and hung in strands in the face. Soon he would have to tie it or cut it when he should not interfere in a fight. If he looked gloomy, you might mistake him easily with Itachi. The monks had Itachi and it certainly identified as relatives. But somehow he felt older. He looked older than you. Or he was younger than he looked? Sasuke did not know. He stressed on the cold stone to his face and then he remembered that he still had to carve the names on Itachi's grave.
Sasuke gathered his chakra in two fingers and then wrote a very weak version of Chidoris Itachi's name in the stone. He added that his birth and death dates. By this he put the three vertebrae of the Sharingan. In the past it was common in his The subjects family, the clan crest, einzumeißeln to this place, but as far as he knew had hated Itachi the clan. He would not do to him the pain and cut down the reason for his condemnation even in the grave.
satisfaction Sasuke looked at his work. It was unlikely that each of the grave would find Itachi. Even though it was clearly marked, who was here. People who would search the body of his brother because of the Sharingan would not find it. Determined finished Sasuke Itachi's grave with a Jutsu that prevented unwelcome visitor would desecrate the grave of his brother.
Finally he straightened up.
Silently, he looked down at the grave.
He did not know what to Itachi say goodbye. He really only one is a lot.
" I wish I could get to know you better, Aniki!"
Sasuke whispered it and his words were covered by the noise of the fresh night wind. He turned around and left. He slowly walked through the rows of grave, removed further and further from the resting place of his brother. He knew he would probably never return here again.
But where would it be way now?
Restless as ever, but inside a little quieter, he walked up to the temple to say goodbye to the monks. This would ensure him a Grant night here, but Sasuke did not want to stay. He now had to leave behind. If he would not summon the strength now to go, then Itachi would be death to another nightmare that would follow him day and night.
Quietly, to disturb no one, he entered the hall.
Already he had the priests opposed to just. Apparently he had been waiting for him.
" us want to leave already?" he said to him. "Outside is cold. Maybe it will rain tonight even. "
" That does not matter. Thank you. "
" Are they sure they want to go straight after the funeral? "Asked the priest.
Apparently he feared that his guest a trip to such a loss would not cope.
" Do not worry," Sasuke said quietly. "I can take care of me. But I just can not stay here. "
The priest was silent for a moment and then nodded.
" All right. Good bye, I wish them then. May the gods be merciful to them. "
" Yes. Good-bye. Thanks for everything. "
Sasuke bowed briefly and then went around.
rapid steps he left the temple. It was almost like an escape.
After the last Uchiha had disappeared in the darkness, a simple monk came to the priest and asked them:
" Why did they pull it ? leave In general buried a stranger without asking for his name or life? "
The priest thoughtfully weighed his head back and forth.
" I'm concerned the fate of this young man. He has seen much suffering in his life. His aura was gloomy and dark but not evil. Like a river, the day clean and clear, but the brightest light even when the moon is black. "
" But why ...? "Asked the monk.
" I just wanted to take a load off my shoulders. In addition, the dead man was freed from his sins. "
The monk did not understand the responses of the priest, but he decided to think about it. He vowed to take care of from now on to the grave of the deceased, who had been buried until now.
~
led the lighting of the streets Sasuke through the quiet village. In lanterns burned sure was a bit of driving there, but otherwise all was still. This village was very affected by the many battles that raged there.
Certainly Ninja came here barely. But the location was too isolated and near here there was nothing, so you had to come from. Maybe Sasuke looked at the reason so pure. The nature around him was untouched, from time to time he saw a firefly buzzing through the branches and small animals scurrying across the floor. It was a dream.
Sasuke was on the edge of the place, sucking up the picture in itself. It would perhaps be long until he was able to go so peacefully. He was searched almost everywhere. His constant refusal to the offers he had received in the course of time, were not encountered anywhere in reciprocal love. Moreover, many still regarded him as a pupil Orochimaru, he had not forgiven his treachery. His only option was to go might be really to Konoha.
was nothing there.
When he ran in his top speed, he could be maybe two hours there. But he would not hurry, but as a simple man to walk. Maybe some would hold the fate prepared for him. He had no plans for the future. But he had never thought of the future.
Sasuke walked the whole night. He came over at two other locations, but did not notice it further. To Konoha it was still a good deal, he would arrive there, perhaps against Evening of the morrow. When morning dawned, Sasuke noticed how tired he was. He had gone through the whole night in order not to be disturbed by travelers, but now he needed a little break. He decided to sleep for a while and went for it on the path, deeper into the forest. On a small clearing, he sat down under a tree and closed his eyes.
Almost immediately, he made it again, for in his bag, where his belongings were in it, he pressed something in the back. Sasuke took the annoying thing and opened it to To see what it pricks. Much he had not there. A little food, bandages, emergency, Itachi Konoha headband, and his Akatsuki ring ... two scrolls. Sasuke reached into his clothing to check whether the seal part was still there, where he kept Itachi's eyes, but it was still in place. Why then were two scrolls in this bag? This was definitely one too many.
Sasuke grabbed one and opened it. It was that seemed familiar to him.
expected, it was the scroll that he made as a snake charmer dismissed. On it were some other dangerous arts that he had learned from Orochimaru. He had wanted to avoid those arts fell into the wrong hands and it was next to his sword, the only thing he had taken from Oto. After Sasuke had verified that the scroll was sealed again and only he could open it, he grabbed it back into the bag and took out the other role.
She looked strange. She was one definitely not him.
opened carefully them. He did not know what awaited him counted, in secret, even with a mantra, because, unfortunately, had the scroll is not what it contained. Alone, they open it was stupid, a Kage Bunshin so what should take as a rule, but Sasuke failed so now. Even if this role had been handed him, then she could not come from someone who was a dangerous opponent for him. For in spite of his grief he had felt when he had come across a ninja. Such people were easy to spot because it was hard on the reflexes trained to lie down again and to act like a civilian.
But then where did this scroll?
Sasuke asked himself the inside and he knew there was only one way to find out. He broke the seal of the scroll and unrolled it. As the morning fog was very hazy, Sasuke activated his Sharingan can read the text.
What he saw shocked him.
~ Sasuke, my little brother ~
Sasuke stopped after the first set.
It was a farewell letter. A letter from Itachi.
His hands clawed into the paper and Sasuke shivered a little.
This scroll had to Itachi's personal belongings have been, but how it was that he had overlooked all this time?
~ Sasuke, my little brother ~ las Sasuke again.
~ I guess you have found this scroll. Accordingly, I am dead and you have finally completed the revenge that I have burdened you. You will perhaps not be as happy as you are you always hoped for. I know you too well to the you could persuade me that. But these last words I address to you now, you will not get the answers What are your hopes may be.
I did not want to deny.
No, I have you found another way to teach you what it was like back then. The art that is described at the end of the scroll is only the last part. The other part I have already stated. Now no parking issues, but to turn this art.
not be surprised.
you'll understand it. Trust me.
Just this once.
We'll see you again
your brother Itachi ~
Sasuke stared at the message that Itachi had left him.
She seemed so alive. Itachi he seemed so close.
But what was this?
What should that be an art?
Sasuke rolled the scroll and studied the whole of the description. It was a very unusual and difficult combination. Because not only had the hand signals and the amount of chakra vote, but many other components. When runaway found Sasuke, that pretty much hit everything. But one thing was missing: the effect of art was not described!
Uncertain read the message by Itachi Sasuke again. He came of it not making sense. If he really trust may risk everything and after everything that had happened again Itachi? Was that really so wise? His mind screamed no, but his heart told him that he should take the opportunity if it was an opportunity to see Itachi again. He was aware that the whole could only be a trap and he lost his life. But Sasuke knew full well that he would follow sooner or later, but the art just to see what Itachi had meant. He also had not much to lose.
In Konoha, he was not welcome.
In many other countries, he was looking for.
So it could also bring the same behind.
Sasuke stood up and adjusted his clothing. The description of the art he had noticed it, so rolled the scroll and put them back together. Sasuke then began to follow exactly the instructions that Itachi had given him.
Sasuke had closed his eyes to concentrate better, but because he did not see everything around him was just white. As he fingers the long line of characters had finished, he opened his eyes again. He felt slightly dizzy.
As he looked around, had at first glance, nothing changed.
He was still in the clearing.
Before Sasuke could continue to think about what had happened, he fainted. Everything went black around him.
He sank into the grass.
Tot.
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