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His attack comes as a complete surprise, even with what should have been a verbal warning. She cringes at his words, giving a perfect opportunity for the blow and even though she lifts her arms to protect herself from him, it immediately knocks her backwards. She falls from the force with a high-pitched yelp, hitting the ground with her full back. A small groan escapes her mouth, her head spinning from the force as she lifts it, before he continues his small rampage towards her.

She snaps back into action, frantically scrambling backwards with her hands and heels scraping into the dirt below her just to get away from his silent ( and not so silent ) threat, but she doesn’t get very far before his eyes change. Air catches in her throat as she rests herself on elbows, her heart beating quick enough for her to hear it pounding in her ears. Her eyes are wide but focused entirely on him, even if her attention flickers from his face to the way his hand twitches over his weapon and back.

“ No, no, no, I’m not! ” She protests hotly, leaning forward with desperation shining in her eyes as she clutches a fist tight against her chest. She doesn’t even wobble as she rests her weight on her other elbow, holding his gaze without blinking. “ I go there twice a week! I take some of the children there to teach them about what it means. People want to learn about what happened. ”

Something in her snaps. All this time, chasing after him every time he turned his back on her, doing all she can to give him a safe space, a friend to confide in, and doing all she can to understand him and ease him - it all comes crashing down on her like the Hokage faces have been dropped on her stomach. There’s a deep inhale as she stares at him, her eyebrows creasing together while her eyes narrow, staring to water like she might cry.

“ Everyone who killed your family is gone now, Sasuke! ” She suddenly fires back, much firmer and stronger in her conviction now. Her hands “ Revenge against the village isn’t revenge against the same people who killed them! ”

Her quiet outburst vanishes as quickly as it appeared, fading back into the cool dismay it had come from. Maybe it’s a little more blunt than she intended, she realises with a cringe, but someone has to say it. Someone has to be the one to ask him how far he’s going to go, because if he targets Konoha and destroys it, will he really be satisfied with that? Will he move to the next village with a slight connection to the Akasuki? Will he end everything just for the sake of it? She chews on her lip nervously just imagining it ; revenge isn’t the answer for his grief.

“ We care about you. We care about what happened your family. That’s why we’re doing this. ” Though her words aren’t explicitly a plea, her tone is one of begging as she tries to throw her voice to his heart - hoping she might be able to reach that part of him still. “ Please, listen to me. We’re worried about you - all of us. ”

Risking everything, she pushes herself to her knees. Her hands raise, open and palms towards him, in a gesture of peace as she lifts herself back to her feet. Slow, cautious, and predictable, as though dealing with a wild animal. She can certainly see the similarities - he’s backed into a corner, feeling like he has no option but to lash out. He might be violent, but that’s because he’s scared. He needs to be shown patience and love so he can create a space he can feel safe in.

“ Stop, please. ” One hand reaches for him as she whispers, vaguely aiming at his left eye as though she’s going to cup his cheek, but she stops with a respectful gap between them, waiting for him to bridge it. She hopes he’ll know she’s talking about the appearance of his sharingan - surely he knows there’s little point in wasting it on her. “ You’re gonna hurt yourself. ”

There is barely even a bit of satisfaction at making her fall over; at lashing out in an attempt to get her to shut up her babbling that couldn’t be the truth. His mind is at war, a raging storm with no means to escape aside from destroy and kill and destruction - concepts that had seemed much more complex to him prior to finding out Itachi’s secret. To finding out the truth. Now? --- everyone seemed guilty. There was no innocent when everyone had stood by while the Uchihas had been persecuted.

Death was a mercy to them all at this point.

But Rapunzel’s words were a contrast to it all: residents of the Leaf village wanting to know? Wanting to help them get justice in whatever form it looked like? Learning the truth?

A flinch tears through him before he can stop it at her outburst, crimson eyes widening a fraction before narrowing once more, dangerously as his grip onto his katana’s hilt tightened dangerously. The urge to grip at his chest, at his rapidly beating - and bleeding and aching - heart, was almost consuming him.

‘Everyone who killed your family is gone now, Sasuke!’

“Because I MADE IT so!!” His voice is still loud, a shout, a scream as he took another step closer to Rapunzel, the urge to hurt her creeping back up in the back of his mind. “They made that bastard Hokage, after EVERYTHING he’s done! Justice only came from my hand, and if not me, there would of never been justice at all!

“I am a product of the Leaf Village’s cruelty and arrogance. They took my family from me, and was content on letting me live a lie for their benefit while watching me like a ticking time bomb. Don’t pretend to be more stupid and naive than you are --- that you didn’t notice as well!”

Sasuke had never been able to explain the cautious way that adults watched him as a child; the way they praised him with an air of hesitation. A prodigy, the most promising ninja of his class, the martyr of the Uchiha clan; the clan of savages that needed to be reigned in. Where they wondering if Sasuke could be trusted? If it was truly a good idea to let the last Uchiha live among them?

His vision blurred, the girl’s shape in front of twisted until it was more a mix of colors and shapes than an actual person, and eyes flickered rapidly in a subtle display of panic. He knew he was harming himself, blinding himself and declining rapidly --- at this rate, he had no hope of making it to the village. At least, not without Itachi’s eyes.

There’s movement and he takes a step back, extending his blade in front of him; pointing it at Rapunzel in a swift motion, his eyes still working in overtime to try and pick up any further moves. “Don’t--- Don’t come near me.” His voice is lower, quieter, but still full of fury.

“-- You think I give a shit what happens to me?” Eyes narrow, still bright red with sharingan. “As long as I can get my revenge... the revenge that my family deserves-- then anything can befall me.”

Peace or Death --- those were the only two possible outcomes for his future now.

“I will tell you this once more --- stay out of my way. Or I will kill you. It’d be a grave mistake to think that I’m joking.”