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The rain had stopped pouring a while ago and Sasuke stopped by at a river  which he had found on his stroll.

He took a seat at the edge of the riverbank, resting his katana at his side, as he watched the calmness of river after the down pour of rain.

The tranquility reminded him of the missions he would go on with Team 7 after that dobe had fallen asleep, and not short after the pinkette would  follow suit.

His obsidian eyes gazed at the water as it rippled, only to scrutinise it, when an image shifted itself into the liquid. An image of the old team 7--the happy team 7 where a happy Sasuke, ignorant Sakura, an idiotic Naruto and a perverted kakashi-sensei would walk on the dirty foot pavement after a successful mission-- before a thought crossed his mind.

Did he really want to kill them?

One part of him--the bitter, resentful side-- argued yes. Yes, they should all pay for what they've done to Itachi, after all they are loyal to konoha, the village that layed the destruction of Itachi, who'd been force to mature much quicker than the rest of them. The leaf was the reason why Itachi didn't have the privilege to lead a normal shinobi life.

Sighing, he gets up from his solitude and makes his way back to his current staying location. After all, he has a surgery to get to. Operation: plant dead brothers eyes into his skull. Yay.