Sasuke poofed in to his house, more accurately, in to his old room. A wooden-framed bed with no matress nor any covers, paint chipping at walls that hold pictures under their dusty veils. He looks around as emotionless as he can until he comes across a family potrait of him, his mother, Itachi, and his father.
He clenches the potrait where his thumb covers Itachi's face. "This is why I fight . . ." He whispered while glaring down the smile his once childhood innocence contained. The happiness 'home' once provided.
He looked up at the other pictures and one in a blue frame with green polka-dots stands out to him for some reason. He approached the picture and firmly blows on it. He takes a wide step back, as if the picture were going to jump out him. It was a photo of him and Roy, a photo which he remembers its backstory quite detailed.
He goes to pick up the photo, to further examin it but a pulsing feeling in his frame-wielding hand stops him. He locks his jaw down while looking from the deceased family photo to the photo that contained people who were actually alive.
"I'm sorry," He toled the picture. "I can't be . . . I can't be HIM." He removes his thumb off of Itachi's face without turning away from the photo of him and Roy. "But . . . you left first." He said while placing the frame in his hand and turning away from the hung photo. "You weakened the bond . . . I just have to break it."
He kicked dust from his heel as he left the room without closing the door.
Thu Dec 19, 2013 8:22 am by 
Subject: Re: Sasuke's Place 
