User blog:Amyjay03/Osamu and Sasuke

In the stands sits a black haired man with a bored expression on his face. ''Who is he? And why does he look so familiar?'' After the match, I race up to him, grabbing his long, dark sleeve.

"Who are you?" I demand.

"The same could be asked of you," he responds, pulling his arm away from my grasp.

We stare at each other, analyzing each other's characteristics. The black hair, the cold onyx eyes... there is no doubt about it. I am related to him.

"Are you..." he begins and his face softens. "'s child?"

"Are you my father?" I ask at the same time.

We stand in silence as time seems to freeze. This man... my father was here in while I brewed in 's  with no one. No one to teach me like a father, no one to have a stronger rivalry with than a father. He's been here this whole time, ignoring my very existence.

"You!" I shout, causing strangers to stare but I couldn't care less. How dare he abandon me for this stupid life? How dare he put his weak family before me? Am I worthless? Do I mean nothing to my own father?

"Where have you been? When I sat on my bed crying, 'Papa, come home'? Why would you abandon your own son?!"

"What's your name?" he asks calmly. What? Did he not just hear my spiel?

I blink and rub my eyes. Damn, my vision is blurring again.

"Osamu, just Osamu," I respond almost instinctively. Why do I feel so weak, so oppressed when talking to this man?

He smiles slightly. "Osamu Uchiha. It has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?"

Uchiha. Memories, mere fragments, flood my brain, all of them containing images of the red dōjutsu and the black-haired gods. Me, an Uchiha? Could this man, my father, be an Uchiha? I observe him once more. Dark hair, dark eyes, but wait there's something else. His right eye is completely purple, a rare dōjutsu I've only heard rumors of. There's only one shinobi alive with this power, and he's...

"You're Sasuke Uchiha," I say not as a question but as a fact. Like it's something I've known for my entire life.

"Yes, and I believe you're my son," he nears me, hand extended. "Osamu."

"Idiot!" I scream, smacking his hand away. I blink furiously as my vision blurs with tears and the familiar, yet unknown force.

"Don't you dare think that we've made up! I-I..." I blink again abut this time my vision is crystal clear. "Hate you!"

"Hmph," he says as he backs away. "So be it."

Sasuke Uchiha walks away to his and, leaving me, his son, surrounded by no one yet again.