My Beautiful Murderer (sasunaru)

^*No More Secrets*^

"Sorry Sasuke, i just... Didn't wanna bother you when talking to mom." the mans voice is deep but yet soft at the same time, calming even. But his words... Make me wanna throw up. He said my name... He knows me? He knows... This is mom?

....mom?

He said mom. Could it be....

"Itachi?" I say without thinking, taking a step towards the man in front of me. But this man... Is too tall to be Itachi. Hes built bigger than him, older even. His voice is too deep to be Itachi too.

"Sasuke.." The man says softly.

No...

"I'm sorry." He takes a small stewards me, turning the 10 feet we shared into 5 feet. His face comes into view of the light, giving me a good view of him.

My heart skips a beat. My breath shaky. It's... so hard... to breath. Almost like I'm hyperventilating. My eyes widen, I'm surprised their not bulging out of my head. Time slows down, and I hardly realise myself falling. Down on my butt, staring up at the man in front of me. I've lost myself, to the extent.... of not caring anymore. "Father." i say out loud. Im on the ground now, my butt laying on the moist soil. My head is down, staring blankly at the grassy floor beneath me, my knees drawn up to my chest. The next thing i know... It's warm. Despite the cold fall wether, the air around me is so warm. It's like a blanket of warmth is consuming me. But really, as i look around.... father's arms are gently around me.

His head rests on top of mine, his chin resting on the top of my head. My chin lays on his shoulder. I press my hands on his chest, ready to push him off of me, but his words stop me.

"Please..." he says, almost desperately. "Your not okay, let me help you Sasuke."

"I don't need your help." I say, pushing him off of me anyway and scooting about 3 feet away from him, both of us still sitting on the ground.

Looking at him closely, father's face looks different. He looks sane, like a normal human being. He doesn't look scary anymore, like he used to when we were kids.

"You do." Father says after a moment of silence. "Please..." he reaches his arms out to mr, as if asking for a hug. "Your hurting, let me be here for you when no one else will."

His words sound promising, but i know damn well what he'll do to me.

"I don't need sympathy from a murderer." I say, practically spiting my words in his face, giving him the dirtiest look i could ever give anyone.

"True.." Father says, his arms still stretched out towards me. "But you do need sympathy from a father." A smile comes across his face. But one.... That I haven't seen on his face since I was little. A smile.... That used to make me feel so happy. The smile that was happy and kind.

"I don't..." I pause, because now the tears come back. Why? Why at a time like this? "I don't..." I repeat. But I can't find my words, because I fall forwards, now my hands lay on the ground, my head down, and cry even harder.

I stay silent for about 30 seconds.

"I don't. Need. You!" This time I'm yelling, pausing between my words. When i yell, i lift my head up and stare forward.

But.... he's gone. He no longer stands in front of me. Did he leave? I wipe my eyes quickly and stand up on my feet. Why'd he leave? I stare forward, in the direction he stood, but i cant see him. I turn around and scan the area around me. When my eyes finally fall on him.

There he is, sitting in front of moms grave. The flowers he had are placed in the vase with my flowers, making a beautiful bouquet of orange, purple, white, red. He just sits there, staring at her grave, not saying anything.