Love In The Blood Prison | Sasunaru/Narusasu

I want to leave to see you again

You don't know what's valuable to your core until that main jewel is gone like a broken melody, slowly becoming out of tune, and what's a song that's out of tune? A horrible one. No one wants something like that. Absolutely no one. I didn't want that. I didn't choose to lose that jewel or melody I kept close but―

I did.

And before I take you to the present, where I'm currently in steel handcuffs being taken to Hōzuki Castle; let me take you back to when this all started.

And yes, if you guessed it, it started with the one and only, Mr. Popular; Sasuke Uchiha. My rival, friend, former comrade, and quite frankly, my crush. But we don't talk about that, haha.

Anyway, Sasuke and I met years ago, before we went to ninja school. His mom and my mom were close friends so they met a lot, causing us to naturally meet too. My mom loves to tell the story about how dad and she met long ago, back when she was made fun of about her red hair. Mikoto Uchiha, Sasuke's mom, told us her love story too, not holding back the details at all.

What's this have to do with the present? Hold on, I'm getting there, geez. Be patient, will ya'? I want to get through the boring stuff first before I get to the good part.

As I was saying, they met and talked a lot, and sometimes Sasuke and I, if we're able to escape our parents, will adventure into Konoha to look at everything to buildings, trees, the villagers ― anything we could lay our curious eyes on. We didn't understand the concept of fear then, not even the fragility of bonds, but we witnessed it throughout our childhood enough to know it's not something to mess with.

Itachi Uchiha, Sasuke's brother, told us ― more like warned us ― not to adventure outside of the village. Saying that there's a rumor about ninjas that are dangerous and it would worry our parents if we got caught in their grasp.

We promised ― somewhat ― to not go near the gate. But as kids with no understanding of fear, we did as any kid would've done and snuck out of bed (we were having a sleepover that day, don't judge us) to peek outside of the gate.

It was going to be a little, itty bitty peek. We weren't going to go near the gate, not at all, but since we couldn't exactly see anything from far away. We crept closer while keeping the dark clothing on us over our heads to blend in with the dark night. We stalked as close as we could to the gate until a millimeter of our foot passed the line and the bushes started to rustle ― it sounded as if a strong wind was blowing against it ― and we instinctively, after looking around for the source of the sound for a few seconds, stepped back fully into the village.

That day, we looked at each other and understand the concept of fear. And not only fear; what it meant to stick together in the midst of a situation that could split us up.

Then the day came to attend ninja school and who knew Sasuke was going to be so, so... popular. No, popular is an understatement. He was praised, loved, admired ― seen as superior by the girls. They squealed their adoration for him and repeated how much they loved him and wanted him to see them as their friend or girlfriend. I didn't care ― no, I did. I did care. But my pride didn't let me admit that was jealous of Sasuke's sudden rank in the class ― and sat on the swing, watching Sasuke become the village's most loved boy. The "best" Uchiha.

I didn't complain. I congratulated him truthfully, but, knowing Sasuke's personality, he didn't want me to congratulate him. He said that there was nothing to congratulate except the fact his clan was seen as strong and not weak.

He sat on the steps with me that night, talking about things he liked and disliked about the school ― although we attended it for a while, maybe a few weeks ― and admitted he wanted to show how much stronger he was compared to me.