Summary: I want you to be like me. I love you, so I'm going to break you. I want you to be like me.
Warnings: Angst and stuff. Yaoi, character death and evil!Sasuke. Can be seen as insanity, but I think Sasuke knows what he's doing...
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. Or "kimono" by the wonderful XioBai who let me use her picture as an inspiration.
A/n - A follow-up to "Kimono" still inspired by XioBai. Same picture, different view-points. Go, see the picture
Mine is a word with so much meaning. People cling to each other, as they lay dying, whispering words of ownership, and sometimes, love.
For me, the word has no love. 'My brother'.
"My female teammate"
"My teachers."
I don't feel affection for any of those, because they don't know true pain, of having nothing.
Itachi was born with a monotone, born a perfect ninja.
Perfect ninjas do no feel hurt because they are merely tools, like a saw or a senbon or a kunai or a sharingan eye. Perfect ninjas are crafted, like a prodigy blacksmith's masterpiece.
Sakura? She comes from civilian parents, people who don't involve themselves in ninja affairs more then needed. I went to her house once, no don't look at me like that, and her parents asked me how Sakura got those bruises.
They ignore Sakura's work could mean death at any times. Sakura has a large family, for one not in a ninja clan. Twenty cousins, two parents, four grandparents and even a little sibling due to be born in three months.
Kakashi and Iruka have each other, or they did.
Before I had you kill them.
I thought you were like me, alone. You were born like that, knew the pain from birth, knew the pain of never being the best, knew the pain of being stared at for what you couldn't help.
But no, you had to ruin it, didn't you?.! Just had to make ties, make friends, care yourself your own family. But your back to being like me.
You were screaming at me back then, tried to kill me, but I broke you. I made you slit Tsunade's throat, stab Iruka, Kakashi, everyone. I saw my attendants wash you up and dress you in the kimono. You looked lovely as they washed the blood off and it dripped down your cheek like the tears you used to cry.
People question us, don't they? How is it love when I broke you?
It's simple, I only broke you because I love you.
I slit the woman who thought to assassinate me in my sleep.
I go to our room, where you're waiting for me, without an emotion in your red eyes, your lips stained the color of fresh blood. I kiss you and pull you down. You let me, let me take control. Let me take you.
Afterwards, your kimono is slipping off as I summon breakfast. The pretty maid walks in, blushing to see me half-clothed. I nod as she whispers a 'Otokage-sama, Naruto-sama, your breakfast.'
I see your pretty kimono slip off your delicate shoulders and I grab you, lift you by your waist.
Your expression is that of a zombie, but you look perfect. I whisper into your ears.
"I love you, my little Naruto."
Mine.
I only broke you because I love you.