Chapter 2

If you want an german translation, then say ^^
I wrote some Bs in my last english-exams, so I thought I could write an awful chapter XD While writing I had the feeling, that all grammar and all vocabular I know were blow away, so that´s really bad. I´m sorry, but even this cruel chapter is better than all my scripts of the last weeks I did while boring school-lessons ^^ And if you ask, why I´m writing this short preface in English, and not in German than I would say "Why not?"
kay, jetzt mal ehrlich. Hab in letzter Zeit total Sprachtick und mix alles bunt durcheinander. Da kommt mal Schwedisch, mal Japanisch, mal Englisch, mal Deutsch und gelegentlich sogar Kantonesisch xD ganz zu schweigen von dem kauderwelsch, welches erfolgreich Besitz von mir genommen hat XD

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Chapter 1

Everything has a sense. Itachi often said that. Almost then, when I was another opinion. He had always to condradict. Then I stared at him, my head in the neck, saw in his dark eyes and salked. I rarely discuss with him. I knew how poor my arguments were. I never want to fight with him. He was my brother though. I loved him as much as my mum or my dad.
Sometimes, when he spend his time with me, beside all his important missions, we did some things together.
We went to the lake, or had a little walk in the forest, or he played with me. I enjoyed these hours, though there weren´t a lot. When I close my Eyes today, I can feel everything. Just like I am there. The leafes, wich weigh in the breeze, the chirp of the birds, the rush of the water. I even smell the thousands of scents, wich were arround. If I would, I could still feel the crawl in my stomach, when he had swirled me arround in the air, that I had to squeak loud out. And his cheerful laugh. It was rare, that he showed some of his emotions, and I was on of this less persons, wich ever saw him so. He has always always different to me. In our village he was called “Fridge”. But you had to know Itachi very well, to see, what he liked, and what not. He had a so exspecially expression in his eyes then…

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He sensed something was wrong with his little brother. His brain told him it was because of the Missions and the stressing time, but his heart told him something else. Sasuke had often stared at him with those eyes, but in the last weeks he often had this bitterly look. When he asked for something, he never said Itachis name. Always he saw to the right or to the left, but never direct in his face. More than on time, Itachi had the feeling, that Sasuke mentioned something. Sometimes, when his foolish little brother believed himself alone, he cries like a little baby. Itachi often heard his suffers. Silent and oppressed.

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I`m standing in the shadows, the face glancing bored to the side. The full moon glows through a small openend window. I have to pretend this look, yet it hurts like burning ice. I really can´t believe what I`ve done, but I haven´t had another choice.
I´m a murderer. A monster.
No way to doubt it. The corpse at my feet are proof enough. And all because of him. My little brother. Sasuke.
I sense the tears in my eyes. I hate crying so much. I´m so weak then. And I can´t avoid this feeling. Not in this situation.
When you would ask me why, I wouldn´t be able to give an answere. Perhaps I don´t know, too.
All began a so long time ago. Nah, not so long. Seven month, not more.
Our Family, the famous Uchiha-Clan was in danger, and I was the only one, wich knew it, able to rescue us from our destiny. But at this moment I didn´t realized, that it would claim victims. Much faster than I wanted I had to decide. My brother, or the whole clan.
I never liked my das as much as my mum. He never understand me, and more than one time I have had the feeling, that he observed me. In Moments like this I thought he was jealous. But why? Did he really thought, that my power and my talent was a blessing? If it was so, he was wrong. It was far worse. It´s hard to meet all this expectations. You had never the chance to make a mistake. And you had to pretend your unimpeachable side for every hour the day. Often my dad said, when I had Fun with Sasuke, that I had to protect my dignity and my honour. He had never an interest in me, just in my ability and gifts.
And Mum never made a noice, when Dad claimed something like that. Even when she was my mother, I had never a so big bond with her. So it was easy for me. Sasuke means more to me than any other person in this damned world. But he wouldn´t understand my deeds. He loves our parents. And his love to me would give him the feeling that I betrayed him. I know how his mind goes. He wouldn´t believe me. He would cry, and he would run away. He would hate me.
I´m frightenend of this. He is the only one in this world who really loves me, not because I´m so talented. Because I am like I am. Even this very thought makes me suffer. But it will become much more cruel. I feel that. In all those years I had learned when something was done or when it go on and became more and more awful.
The noice of a door clicking shut confirm my prediction. I look up.
My little Brother stands in Front of me and my heart miss more than one beat. An unpleasent silence fills the air. I don´t know what to say, and I know, Sasuke will believe what he see, not what he hear from me.
He stared at me, with his dark eyes, much purer than mine. Then he looked down, to the corpse at my feet. And the blood. I curse me for that. That his innocent soul must take this. I want to go to him. Hug him and tell him, that I´m sorry. I want to apologize. I want, that he understand, that he understand me and my destiny, our destiny. But I must play my role. Standing here and doing like I´m not caring about that. It´s better for him, my Master said. And he didn´t mean Sasukes mental condition.
“Ita – “ His voice comes out in a squeak and my heart tear into pieces.
He begins to tremlbe. His whole small body becomes to shiver.
I struggle so hard. I´m not allowed to give in. I must pretend my calm and destroy his life. Yet I don´t know wheter it was a good decision to let him alive. To let him have this moment. He must live with this image all his life. And I feel sorry. But my order is clear.
“Sorry, Sasuke…” I whisper and know that I hade decide wrong. I`m on the wrong side. I hurt the wrong one.
My cold fingers touch my Shuriken and all I´m able to think of is: He´s innocent. Sasuke is innocent. Forgive me, little brother. Please, forgive me…