Pieces of Us

Summary: Songfic about the Uchiha brothers.

A/N: The song "Disarm" belongs to the Smashing Pumpkins. I don't really know how things will be settled between the Uchiha brothers. That said, I suppose this could be considered an AU *shrugs*. I was just listening to this song and the Uchiha's came to mind. Words in forward slashes indicate song lyrics and emphasis on certain words.

"Disarm"

You made him this way, you know. Everything little thing you did shaped him to be as he is today.

//Disarm you with a smile
And cut you like you want me to//

And to think, he admired you once, wanted to be like you once. He used to smile for you. Now, he hardly smiles at all.

//Cut that little child//

All for the sake of power, and you turned your back on him. You were the one to whom he looked for guidance, for acceptance, for the promise that everything would be okay in the end. Now, he looks to no one.

//Inside of me and such a part of you
Ooh, the years burn//

See him now. See how he stares at the world through bitter, bloodstained eyes. He has power now. He knows how to use it, and now, he seeks to hunt you. And maybe he’ll succeed. After all, you weren’t termed a ‘genius’ for naught. Then again, neither was he.

//I used to be a little boy
So old in my shoes//

That night aged him immensely, brought him face-to-face with death. Before that moment, he had never truly known that taint of blood on hands. His training had introduced it to him, had told him it would happen to him someday, but he had never truly known it until it was thoughtlessly thrown at his feet. Now, it consumes him.

//And what I choose is my choice
What's a boy supposed to do?//

Looking back, would you have changed a thing? For power, for a mere test, you sacrificed those most important to you. And you probably did it with a smile. But you spared him, left him to build and hone his potential. I doubt you realize how much influence you hold over him. Now, /you/ consume him.

//The killer in me is the killer in you
My love
I send this smile over to you//

Did you think this moment would ever arrive? He stands before you, emotionless and unafraid. Then you smile. He catches it and returns it but his is devoid of mirth. It is bare and sends a chill up your spine. To think he could resemble you so, even now.

//Disarm you with a smile
And leave you like they left me here//

You can’t defeat him. But he decides to not kill you. He is battered, depleted, much as you are now, but unlike you, he still stands. And so he turns his back, just as you did to him, and leaves you to lick your wounds. He glances back one last time, throws you a careless smile, then slowly trudges from sight.

//To wither in denial
The bitterness of one who's left alone//

You lay there on the ground, overcome by something you had never before experienced. Denial? Loneliness? Sorrow? Pride? Perhaps it is all these and more. You feel a bitter yearning, knowing that you’ll never have him again. If you ever had him at all.

//Ooh, the years burn
Ooh, the years burn, burn, burn//

Looking back, you sigh and close bloodstained eyes as deadly fingers trace old scars, scars that he left as a vigilant remainder of his strength and ultimate power over you. You laugh sourly at the irony of it all, wondering when that balance had shifted to his favor.

//I used to be a little boy
So old in my shoes//

You won’t deny that you remember the days as they had been. You won’t deny ever hearing his laughter and smiling to yourself, thinking that life couldn’t be any better. Pride in his voice and bursting at his seams when he learned and mastered something new. You won’t ever admit it aloud, but there are times when you do long for the old days, for the times when you were able to hold him in your arms and love him, comforting away all his fears.

//And what I choose is my voice
What's a boy supposed to do?//

Sometimes life throws you a killer curve and there’s nothing you can do to stop it. But the choices you make are yours and will forever be yours. You gave voice to your desires and thoroughly sought them out, never resting until you had them in your grasp. Very few things had ever slipped from your hold. He was one of them.

//The killer in me is the killer in you
My love
I send this smile over to you//

Sometimes late at night, he lies awake, thinking of you. Even now, you still haunt him. He is satisfied at the turn of events, content with his victory, proud that he hadn’t succumbed to your level, realizing that real power was in the people who believed in you. And more than anything, he haunts you. Flashes of bygone smiles and soft laughter torment you on the darkest of days and sometimes you want nothing more than to find him and take him in your arms. You could find him. If you wanted.

//The killer in me is the killer in you
Send this smile over to you
The killer in me is the killer in you
Send this smile over to you
The killer in me is the killer in you
Send this smile over to you//

And if you could see him again, what would you do? But you already know the answer. You would do nothing but smile, as empty as it would be. And somehow that would be enough for you.