A/N: Trying something a little different and a bit darker. Short, but to the point, I believe. If you don't find it that good, I ask you to bear in mind that this is my first attempt at writing something more descriptive than psychological.
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't want to.
Night is approaching in Konohagakure.
No one is paying attention. No one sees it. No one is left to see.
All over the village are signs of carnage, smoldering homes and buildings with charred bodies still within; some fires still burn brightly with flames shooting to the sky, causing clouds of smoke to drift over the lifeless streets.
Bodies lie in these streets, some with holes in their chests. Others…well, many wished they had fallen that quickly. They were torn apart, their limbs strewn all over the village. Some are mutilated to the point where any who saw could no longer tell they were once human. Blood, organs and limbs lie everywhere. Each and every intact face shows a variety of emotions, from screaming and terror to shock and disbelief. Even children were not spared the cruelty, their blank wide-open eyes asking "Why?"
Night is falling in Konohagakure.
The streets are no longer lifeless. A shadowy figure appears in the clouds of smoke, walking down the main road of the village. As the smoke clears, the figure proves to be that of a man. In fact, the creator of all this destruction. His eyes glow red, reflecting the remaining flames. He glances around, surveying his handiwork, a cruel smile the only expression visible, though his red eyes glint with hate, and a tinge of glee.
"Foolish, all of them to believe they could trust me," He thinks. "Little did they know, I was just waiting for the right moment to strike."
His eyes revert back to their original hues, as he continues his walk down the street towards the gate. No one stops him.
He stops one last time at the gate, and turns around for one last glance, burning the images into his memory. The smile turns cold and his eyes harden.
"May they all burn in hell for their crimes against me. I have finally had my revenge."
With that, Uchiha Sasuke turns and walks off into the gathering gloom, leaving behind a dead village.
Night has fallen for Konohagakure.
"Little vicious minds abound with anger and revenge, and are incapable of feeling the pleasure of forgiving their enemies." – Earl of Chesterfield