Kind of experimental. I tried out a first person POV for the first time. Sasuke, a little introspective. Kinda canon, kinda not. Please tell me what you think.

Who?

I remember a time when things were simple; when they were obvious.

I'd come home from the park to find my mother and father in the kitchen, talking about Itachi. He was their pride and joy. All I wanted to do was be like him. Maybe then they would love me like that, and talk about me in such a proud tone.

My father would pat me on the head. "You're an Uchiha," he would say. "You'll be great someday."

I wanted to be great. I wanted to make them proud. That's who I was then.

I entered the academy and breezed through every course, graduating at the top of my class. It was easy.

All that was on my mind was revenge.

Even when I was with my genin team, all I could think about was revenge against him, against the man that destroyed my life.

Avenger. I gave myself that title. I thought it suited me. I would avenge my family and revive my clan.

That's all there was to me.

The way she looked at me that day is still engraved in my mind. Her tear-stained face, those big green eyes.

"Don't go, please."

She grabbed my shirt, tried to pull me back to Konoha.

"I need you here."

Holding me back. That's all I could think about.

"I love you."

I moved behind her and knocked her out. My apology seemed weak.

I seemed weak. I hungered for the power to achieve my dreams, even if that meant betraying my home and my team. That's the kind of person I had become, so desperate for strength.

So desperate for revenge.

It wasn't worth it, I think.

Itachi is dead. Every reason I had for killing him is dead. Things weren't as they seemed, nothing was as I thought.

The world is upside down.

Now I sit here, nearly dead. They're coming for me, I can feel it. I can feel him, and his intense chakra.

I can feel her, and her forcefully healing presence.

Her hands are on my chest, liquid heat is flowing into my body. I can feel myself begin to heal.

"Don't die, you bastard!"

"Calm down Naruto, I'm trying to work."

They sound so foreign now. So unfamiliar.

Her touch makes me nervous.

"I've done all I can here, we need to transport him back to Konoha quickly."

"Alright, I'll get the others."

"Hold on, Sasuke."

Her hand wraps around mine, and I crack open my eyes. She's looking at me with worry and compassion. She looks slightly distant. I don't blame her.

She's like a vision from a past life. Where did that cocky, self assured version of me go?

He could have lived a different life, I think.

Would he have been a jounin by now? Would he be protecting Konoha with his life with these people? Would he have found happiness?

I'm Sasuke Uchiha. I'm an avenger.

Who am I?