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He stares at the ground, hoping it will envelop him.

He wants to kill her. Wants her to die on his blade; to watch her bleed out, to never have breathed in the first place.

Sakura has killed something in him, and he wonders briefly, if this was how she felt when he trapped her in his genjutsu.

Then he remembers that he doesn't, can't care about her. Not anymore, not ever.

His mother is worried. He wants to reassure her, wants her to have that Sasuke instead of this one—broken, war-torn, traumatized. He can't look at her.

Itachi is on a mission, and for that he is glad. He didn't think he could handle it—the hate, the fear, the love…the grief. If he saw Itachi, Sasuke knows that he would break and tear and sob until they'd have to lock him away.

"Sasuke-chan?" His mother says softly. She was always soft with him. She stands before him, hands clutching a steaming cup of tea. Her yukata is a pale lavender, the sleeves embroidered with the clan insignia. "…Would you like some tea, darling?"

The tears clog in his throat.

He can't look at her.

When she leaves, Sasuke stares at his hands and wonders if she'd forgive him for killing his brother.

Enjoy :) I hope I'll be updating this more often, but I'm not sure if I have enough time despite the brevity of the chapters.