I Know Who Killed Me

I Know Who Killed Me

Chapter One

Today was the day.

The day that Uchiha Itachi would die.

The day that all the angels from heaven would come down and sing songs about the brave and cunning accomplishment that Uchiha Sasuke was about to do.

Today was the day that he lived his whole eighteen years for.

Sasuke stepped to the side, seemingly innocent as he looked towards the tampered orange equipment. He pocketed his latex gloves in his left pocket and waited for Itachi to show up from his trip to the Porta-Toilet. Sasuke wrinkled his nose at the unsanitary thought, he would much rather do his business behind a tree than in there.

The gods were dining with Sasuke right now, or so it seemed.

How he hated his older brother.

He was waiting for the moment for his brother, Itachi to jump off the 709 feet bridge and only in his mind, his brother would lie on the concrete floor with his skull shattered everywhere in an eight feet diameter. Yes, and blood would be everywhere.

Itachi would be dead—dead like all his predecessors.

Sasuke grinned maniacally at the mere thought of his brother’s soon to be death. He could picture the headlines, ‘Unfortunate Bungee Jump Accident: Try to Weasel out of this one.’

He awakened from his pleasant daydream as the blond boy thrusted him onto the floor, with the blond on top of him.

“Hey, what the hell man?” Sasuke shouted indignantly at the blond clad in a rather variegated bungee suit. He was dressed in orange from head to toe!

“Geez, what’s your problem? Sorry—sheesh,” the blond grumbled as he picked himself up and mumbled along the longs of ‘Geez, is it a crime to trip?’

Sasuke paused for a moment for that rough voice belonged to someone he knew in high school before. Then it clicked! It was that boy from freshman year who transferred out.

He shrugged it off and ignored the incident. He heard a brunette yell, “Oi, Naruto, get over here! You’re after this guy.”

“Kiba, I don’t want to go anymore…” Naruto pouted but walked towards Kiba.

Sasuke walked along side with this Naruto fellow, ‘this guy’ was Itachi.

“You’re going to be just fine,” Sasuke overheard Kiba reassuring Naruto.

“Can we go on something less challenging?” he asked hopefully.

“But we’re already here,” Kiba reasoned.

“Fine…” Naruto said, a little less than thrilled.

He often wondered why Itachi would bungee jump as a hobby. He never looked much of a thrill seeker but thanked god for this golden opportunity.

Itachi was already in his gear, ready to jump. Two men secured the rubber on Itachi, deeming it was safe. He was using a red bungee jumping cord and a black belt with his hair tied back in a tight pony tail rather a loose one like he always had.

Naruto heard the satisfying clicks (which he learned to do from watching Itachi) as he deemed that it was his turn to go. He didn’t want to look like a pussy in front of his best friend.

Sasuke raised a peculiar eyebrow as Itachi turned and smirked at him before jumping off.

He leaned towards the edge and watched his brother fall towards the ground as the rubber cord stretched.

Sasuke smiled for the first time in a while but his expression changed to one of genuine puzzlement and confusion for that Itachi was hung firmly, suspended in air as the mobile crane lowered and retrieved him.

He cursed like a sailor in his mind for his failure. It was the perfect opportunity and he lost it. He kicked the wall dejectedly and puffed his face up. Kiba looked his way questionably and turned back to Naruto.

“Peh,” he said as he released the air from his mouth.

He watched his brother come back up to the bridge.

“That wasn’t so hard…” Itachi commented to no one in particular and motioned to Sasuke, “You should try it sometimes, otouto.”

“No thank you…” he replied warily as if Itachi would kill him, just as he attempted.

“I’m going…now!” Naruto, the blond shouted to Kiba and jumped with his arms spread and felt the gush of the wind.

It was right then and there that it dawned on Sasuke.

He had tampered with the orange equipment. Itachi was using the red one.

“Oh shit!” the brunette, Kiba, yelled and grabbed the rail and bolted towards the stairs.

Itachi looked at Kiba quizzically and walked over to the rail and looked over. He squinted a bit and took a pair of binoculars from his backpack and used it to magnify the ground.

“Sasuke, come look at this,” Itachi commanded and handed him the pair of binoculars.

His eyes almost bulged out of his sockets.

“Thank god he signed a waiver…” a worker commented offhandedly.

Oh—crap…

His mind was racing rapidly and it played it self over and over again.

I killed Naruto…

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The next few days were a blur; he was forcing himself to do the things that he normally ignored—in order to forget his sin.

Itachi had noticed that Sasuke had stopped eating and consoled him, that’s rich for the guy that originally planned to kill him, and Sasuke being Sasuke, said he wasn’t hungry and pushed Itachi away.

He blamed him for not dying.

He blamed Itachi for being alive and Naruto, a person he had barely known took his place in hell instead.

He hoped to forget about this mess and move on.

He had picked up a newspaper at the newsstand on the way to work, relieved that this Naruto and his mangled body wasn’t on the front page—it was on the second, much to his dismay. Sasuke nearly got ran over by a bicycle as he read the paper when he was walking.

He was a bit irked however. The article was only two hundred words long paired up with a small picture in the corner. It was as if his (Naruto’s) life did not matter to anyone.

He immediately proceeded to tear up the newspaper in rage and scattered it in the gust filled wind.

Unfortunately for him, a cop was there and fined him a ticket for littering.

Wonderful…

He cursed his luck and opened the door to the café he worked at.

He was in a foul mood and apparently, his boss sensed it and told him to suck it up.

He glared at him but gave up when a customer walked in.

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Sasuke opened the doors with his set of keys and threw them on the table. He took off his shoes and went straight into his room and collapsed onto bed.

He didn’t want to sleep for that every time his eyes closed, he would see Naruto’s mangled bloody body. He would know that it’s his own fault but didn’t have the guts to fess up. He would lie awake, knowing that everything was his own fault to begin with.

Although he felt exhausted, he got up and stripped naked as he walked towards his hot shower. The warm water soothed his nerves and made him forget about reality. Unfortunately reality was being a said bitch (so was life at the moment) as Itachi banged obnoxiously loud on the door, demanding that Sasuke get out of the shower immediately.

He complied with the thought of killing him and at the thought of killing him, he immediately thought of Naruto. So he walked out of the shower, naked and annoyed with a towel around his waist.

An idea hit him like Naruto hit the floor—he would do community service! So much community service that his eyes and heart would bleed from good deeds.

Yes, that’s it. I will be a better person.

He had often wondered how Itachi had coped with killing his own family. It was eerily calm even after the incident—so calm that it scared the shit of little Sasuke.

At one point he decided to clean his messy room for it would be a long night. He organized his shelves, cleaned all the crap off his computer desk and rearranged the bed. He found it peculiar that underneath his bed sheltered a dusty stuffed tiger. It was bright orange with brown stripes. Two whiskers were missing from the right side of his nose; Sasuke raised a brow as he picked up a pair of scissors and trimmed the other side of the nose to make it even.

A tiger toy with no whiskers. It was no bigger than any other toy and unusually soft even with all this debris. The orange color reminded him of the boy he killed so he hurled it towards the door, bang!

Finally he was so out of it that he collapsed on the floor, flat on his belly and all sprawled out like a starfish and drifted off slowly to sleep.

The stuffed tiger that was at the foot of the door got up, with his paw rubbing his temple of his head. It let out a hiss of pain that was barely audible. Its eyes looked around at the foreign room and wondered ‘Where the hell am I?’ It felt like he had shrunken around five feet or so. It didn’t occur to it until it realized that its head felt usually soft and looked at its paws.

“Holy shit…” It gasped.

It looked at the human that was on all fours, sleeping contently.

Realization had hit it, it wasn’t actually an it—it was a he, he was Uzumaki Naruto and Uzumaki Naruto was currently—a stuffed tiger.

Remembering that he was hurled towards the wooden door, he walked up towards the human creature’s face. His breath was even, in and out, inhale and exhale—Naruto found this irritating.

He raised his leg and kicked the human’s nose with all his might and yelled in his former human voice, “That hurt like hell, jackass!”

He saw the human slowly open his eyes with a dazed look.

“Yeah, you heard me.”