The Opposite of Love is Not Hate

Warnings: Not edited

Author's note: OH YEAH my stitches our out but alas I'm still in my meds and I'm still confined in my room TT_TT and still failed to have given my dog huge dog a bath…the only thing I can do is write…since I'm technically and medically forced to shut up. (sigh). This rewrite has been sitting lazily in my notepad for a while…I didn't want to touch it till I'm done with at least half of the rewrite for Bound by the Ring but figured I needed a break and try the DARK side Mwahahahahahack-hack wheeze cough.

I wrote this ffic years ago when my grandma died. The characters and the Naruto is not owned by me but the story and plot is all mine so please do not sue or kill me when I say that I am dedicating this fanfiction to my grandmother. Strange as it may seem to dedicate a story about two guys to your grandma but she is the most open-minded and wises person I ever knew…Her death anniversary is coming this September so it would not hurt to start early right?

Most of the starting lines for each chapter are quoted from her.

000

I hate you is such a powerful phrase that can cause emotions to stir in an uncontrollable current the same way as I love you's

I want you dead

"I hated you"
"I hated you too but you were also the only one who I considered the closest to me."Inside the abandoned building, Okami stared down at the man he had straddled beneath him; his wolf mask that served to protect his identity lay shattered on the far end corner. The switch blade he held was pointed dangerously close to the other's throat. The young man did not make any move to attack nor defend.

The fire had started to spread mixed with the pungent smell of gasoline that he himself sloshed all over the area. Team 7's former hideout in ruins and soon will be turned to nothing but ashes and rubble.

They were practically raised like brothers at the best of times and as rivals from the opposite ends of the pole most of the time. Orphans adopted by the Hidden Leaf Organization whose existence were erased from society and given names that were derived from various Asian folklore spirits and demons. They were trained to serve the organization and the country it represents. They were the tools used to shape the nation from the deep shadows from espionage to assassinating missions. Whoever believed that raising a country with honor, truth and integrity was a fool...

"Teme! How could you do this! They took as in―raised us like family! I treated you like a brother!"

The naivety

"Usuratonkachi. You will never know what I've lost because you never had a family."

It was this very same organization that lied and took everything away from him; a corrupted system that hid behind the pretty word of protecting and guiding within the shadows. He had been a fool...but he knew the truth now, he was not a child anymore...his clan...no―his brother would be avenged.

'You are weak Uchiha. You need to let g of your emotions and become truly hateful...you can't kill what you don't truly hate'

"Hn!"

He was jolted out of his musings when he felt his armed hand stabbed while a swift knee was delivered right in the middle of his stomach. Another hit was about to collide but he had managed to flip backwards out of harm's way his attention never left the smaller male.

Heh, how careless of him. He should have known better, he was after all fighting the infamous most unpredictable agent in Hidden Leaf.

"Still as agile as ever Kyuubi." the man panted. Small trickles of blood traced the tan neck. Very slowly the man took of his mask to reveal a pair of eyes that could but the clearest blue skies to shame.

"It's not too late bastard. Come back Kodama-chan and the others are all waiting for you to come back."

Every agent knew that the only way to quit the organization was to either MIA which is almost useless and will inevitable led them to the second option...death.

But he had no plans of dying today. Not before he had every last man responsible for the murder of his family dead.

"It's too late dobe. I won't stop until I destroy Hidden Leaf. It's either you kill me or I kill you."

Oxygen was scarce now; clothing and hairs were singed too but the two men paid no heed.

"There is a third option." Weak and barely conscious, the smaller male struggled to keep himself standing.

There was now? He raised a questioning eyebrow at the man as he mockingly urged to continue.

"If I can't bring you back I'll make sure we're both dead!" Kyuubi pulled the twenty four caliber gun from his hidden holster and shot the fragile pillar in between them.

Weak and unstable, the pillar folded from the weight of piling debris burning on the mezzanine it supported; falling over them like a fire avalanche.

Adrenaline took over, after that. He could not remember how he manage to narrowly escape certain death and found himself two blocks away hidden in an alley as he looked back at the fallen structure then turned to his shaking hands.

He had done it. There was nothing in him now but hate and he will use that hate to do what he was destined to: avenge his clan and take everything they took away from him starting with his name.

Uchiha Sasuke

He leaned on the cold brick wall which was a contrast to the red and orange blaze that reflected it. The sounds of sirens became louder and louder until he saw the vehicles speed right pass him and stop at the blazing building.

"How does it feel? To take the life of someone you once called brother."
Startled by the familiar yet enigmatic voice, Sasuke stared at the masked man who silently stood beside him, silver hair highlighted with gold every time the flames reflected on it.

"If you want to stop me Yosozume-sensei, now is your chance."

The older man shrugged and leaned on the wall opposite of him. "I wasn't ordered to."

Sasuke should not be surprised. The man had always followed his orders to the T and would not do more nor less than what was asked of him. He was a typical Hidden Leaf soldier or a lazy one...this was added paperwork after all and the man was never found of them.

"What're you doing here then?"
"To retrieve someone who isn't you..." The masked man leaned to the side, observing the firefighters who braved the blazing warehouse. "...though I'm afraid he is not in a state I was hoping for."

His sensei's tone did not give away any hint of emotion. It had always been difficult to decipher what the older man is thinking with his face half covered with a mask and one eye with a patch, reading the man's facial expressions was also out of the question. "It would be trouble to go in there now with the fire this strong."

However, his former-sensei was a straight forward man and hated wasting time. If he had any intentions of capturing or eliminating him, he would have done so.

Sasuke leaned his head backward and closed his eyes as he tried to regain as much energy as he can.

"You did not answer my earlier question"

Sasuke stared at his still shaking hands as he opened and closed them. How did it feel?...honestly speaking he was shaken but he had now proven to himself just how serious he is by eliminating the person who he knew would try to stop him the most."I feel nothing. My heart is filled with so much hatred for Hidden Leaf and what they ordered my brother to do to my family then have him killed for it. The next time we meet I'll―"
"Ah. It looks like I can finally sneak in without being noticed." The older man pushed himself from the wall and walked towards the end of the alley that met the main street then stood still.

"You know Okami-kun, feeling nothing is not the same as feeling hatred." without turning back The silver haired male stepped out from the shadows." See you around Sasuke-kun."

Sasuke watched his former sensei stealthily moved through the crowd until he disappeared amongst them. His real name sounded so unfamiliar coming from another person's mouth.

A sound advice or words uttered to deter his resolve, he would do not know. But it would be a long time before he was able to forcefully forget them.

TBC

The opposite of "I love you" is not "I hate you" but "I don't care", or "who cares?"

Love is what we say it is. Loving is what we make of it.

The opposite of love is not hate but apathy.

(From the second to the last letter my grandmother sent me)

-you continue to inspire me

(te quiero abuela, mahal kita lola, daisuki desu yo, obachan, I love you grandma -_-)