[If he was going to put this tale into anyone's hands by his own will, a wound so raw he's carried it with him his entire life — it would be Cy. In the Netherworld, he had so much less of a choice. He could not control what came out of his mouth when his mind was halved by darker thoughts; still, he feels the sore pain of those truths turned back against him like blades, punishing.
So it is better, now, where he is safe in Cy's presence. Yet Sasuke hesitates a little longer, his arm slipping around the man's waist as he tucks his head further into an overwarm throat. His voice is halting, but low and set.]
I'm accustomed to everyone knowing my past. It was no secret in my world due to its infamy. I could not go anywhere without being recognized for who I was, and what had happened to my clan.
But the truth was withheld for most of my life and revealed only once it was too late. [A steadying breath, inhaling the familiar scent of Cy's skin.] My village schemed to eradicate my clan. The Uchiha were incredibly powerful, as I've already told you, and incredibly feared because of that power. There was a faction among them, who — after facing years of prejudice, isolation, segregation from the village leaders — had decided to perform a coup d'état. My father spearheaded this plan. He was the Police Chief and clan head, so everyone respected to him, listened to him, and rallied behind him.
The village, having learned what my clan was planning, enlisted... my older brother as their agent to be used against my father. I didn't know what was going on. It confused me when the two of them began to grow apart. I was desperate for their attention and their affection, but I was in the dark, because I was only a child.
[His right hand smooths over Cy's back in a wandering pattern, as if soothing himself with the act more than he means to soothe Cy.]
In the end, my brother was given an ultimatum. Either he must stop his own clan or the leaders would do it themselves, which would destabilize the village. My brother knew this. You know my world is a volatile place; something like that would bring war to us almost certainly. So he massacred the clan under their direction. But he did not kill me — because he couldn't.
[It gets stuck in his throat, then. He loved me.]
I was eight. He didn't tell me. I thought he'd killed them out of heartlessness. I spent most of my life hating him, trying to kill him for the sake of revenge. And I succeeded.
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So it is better, now, where he is safe in Cy's presence. Yet Sasuke hesitates a little longer, his arm slipping around the man's waist as he tucks his head further into an overwarm throat. His voice is halting, but low and set.]
I'm accustomed to everyone knowing my past. It was no secret in my world due to its infamy. I could not go anywhere without being recognized for who I was, and what had happened to my clan.
But the truth was withheld for most of my life and revealed only once it was too late. [A steadying breath, inhaling the familiar scent of Cy's skin.] My village schemed to eradicate my clan. The Uchiha were incredibly powerful, as I've already told you, and incredibly feared because of that power. There was a faction among them, who — after facing years of prejudice, isolation, segregation from the village leaders — had decided to perform a coup d'état. My father spearheaded this plan. He was the Police Chief and clan head, so everyone respected to him, listened to him, and rallied behind him.
The village, having learned what my clan was planning, enlisted... my older brother as their agent to be used against my father. I didn't know what was going on. It confused me when the two of them began to grow apart. I was desperate for their attention and their affection, but I was in the dark, because I was only a child.
[His right hand smooths over Cy's back in a wandering pattern, as if soothing himself with the act more than he means to soothe Cy.]
In the end, my brother was given an ultimatum. Either he must stop his own clan or the leaders would do it themselves, which would destabilize the village. My brother knew this. You know my world is a volatile place; something like that would bring war to us almost certainly. So he massacred the clan under their direction. But he did not kill me — because he couldn't.
[It gets stuck in his throat, then. He loved me.]
I was eight. He didn't tell me. I thought he'd killed them out of heartlessness. I spent most of my life hating him, trying to kill him for the sake of revenge. And I succeeded.