Blood. That was the only thing that kept him going. He looked upon his victim and shoved him against the ground.

"Finally...after so long..."

"So, you've finally gained enough power...to kill me. Impressive, foolish little brother."

"Shut the fuck up Itachi!"

"Foolish...little...brothe-"

Too late. Sasuke stabbed him in the chest with his sword. Pathetic. He had fulfilled his dream. His ambition.

He had killed Uchiha Itachi.

After killing Orochimaru and the rest of the Sound, he went off. Not knowing where to go, he took money from people he had mercilessly killed. He hissed in pain, dropping to his knees as he held his cursemark. Damn! He squeezed his eyes shut and his breathing slowed.

The rain poured eternally.

He trembled at the crimson in his hand.

"You are weak because you lack hatred...you lack desire... Foolish little brother."

SHUT UP!

March twenty-eighth, a special day. Her birthday...

"Sasuke-kun!"

He slamed his back against a tree. Why remember now? His breathing slowed. Staring at the bloody body in front of him, he cradled her brother's face. Nii-san...

For the first time in a decade, he cried. His heart dropped onto the ground in little pieces. Weakly moving his right arm, he grabbed the necklace that adorned his neck, and stared at it.

"Happy birthday Sasuke-kun!"

He slammed his fist against the dirt. Suddenly, he felt something against his body. Rain... He stared at the token of rememberance with tearful eyes. It was the character of "power." Clenching it, he grinded his teeth against each other.

Why?

What kind of question was that? He knew perfectly well.

Who could love me...after all the things I've done?

....

"Thank you."

That was the only thing he regretted.