Please Die
Alden
I hate you.
I hate your smug, I'm-better-than-you grin, I hate your stupid
bring-it-on poses, I hate your constant complaining. I hate how you're always
either brooding, angry or being a jerk, or sometimes all three. I hate how
everyone says you're so great, and girls just fall all over you, and I hate how
you're so used to it you don't even care.
I hate how you have a tragic past, while I don't even have one. I hate
how you pretend like you're some awesome, noble avenger when you're really just
looking for cheap revenge. I hate how everyone admires you for bearing your
pain, your hate, and ridicule my effort, my dreams.
I hate how you're always around, always there. I hate how you're always
training, pushing yourself just as hard as I do, and how you get better results
anyways. I hate how our sensei looks at you with pride in his eyes, and just
rolls his eyes and sighs at me. I hate your petty jealousies when I do
something and you can't.
I hate how you sold us all out. I hate the fact that you're somewhere
else right now, learning to be that creepy snake guy's new body while I have to
remember the things you said to me, every night, until Jiraiya throws his book
at me and tells me to sleep.
I hate how you just monotoned when you found out five of your comrades
had risked their lives to rescue you. I hate how you laughed at me. I hate how
I tried so hard, and yet somehow you still beat me. I hate you for being a
traitor, and a liar, and a fake, because you pretended to be a human being when
all you were was a lousy, emotionless snake.
I hate what you did to her. I hate how she cried for days on end because
you left her, because of the things you said to her. I hate how her face was
tearstained even as I watched her wave me goodbye. I hate having to leave her
alone, and how you won't be there for her now that Jiraiya's dragging me all
over the world. I hate that she doesn't even have Kakashi-sensei as a teacher
anymore.
I hate your stupid bloodline, the one that lets you copy hours, day,
weeks, years of other people's hard work in an instant. I hate those stupid red
eyes, always bored or insulted or angry like you were some royal-blooded
prince. I hate the fact that you beat me using such a stupid trick.
I hate that you're not here, and she's not here, and I'm in the middle
of nowhere with an old pervert. I hate how, even when everything seemed
perfect, it all came crashing down.
I hate myself, because I used to admire you.
But I hate you more.
Please die. That would solve everything. If you weren't there anymore,
or better, if you'd never been there, then there wouldn't be any pain, or loss,
to your betrayal - simply because there'd be no you to betray.. We'd have had
some other teammate, someone who could smile and laugh and care about his teammates
and not run off to some pale freak because he's obsessed with revenge.
Yeah, that's all I want. Please die, Sasuke. Just die.
Ende-
(A/N: Thanks to Lurker, the anonymous reviewer who outlined my typos so
I'd go back over it and make it better. It would be unreadable without your
help. Thanks for doing all the work for me grin.)