Just an excerpt of my fanfiction
So, this is kind of unexpected, because this fanfiction is really important and special for me -- writing it helped me go through a looot --, and I feel kind of insecure about sharing it with people I don’t know personally. However, I feel like you guys are so cool and awesome, I want to know what you think about this. The original is in Portuguese, and I just translated this excerpt, so it might contain quite a bit of mistakes and be a little confusing. If so, I’d appreciate some considerate feedbacks. Thanks! “"What a terrible disgrace, indeed: the whole life of her vindictive colleague, that sometimes snob and, in a sense, secretly confused teenager, who was progressively losing himself in an abyss of darkness, was now completely shattered. For one to realize the mistake of killing an alleged martyr for misjudging it for an unscrupulous murderer, in particular considering the fact that said martyr was someone to share one's own blood, probably would be something suffocating, capable of obliterating one's conscious. She, in turn, had been through many misadventures and unspeakable tragedies throughout her life, but, even so, she didn't know whether she could imagine what her colleague was feeling. And, no mattered how little harmonious the coexistence between the two of them was, she was certan that not to be touched by a story like her former mate's would be only reasonable to a monster: in the first place, even though she was aware of how cruel the world of the shinobi was, a world that was also her own and that also had tried to crush her under the weight of its ruthless hand, she repudiated the mere thought that any innocent child could be forced to suffer woes which none would ever deserve to suffer under any circumstances. Her once teammate didn't deserve to pay for the mistakes of the adults around him with the almost total damage of his personality, of his mental balance. It was true that Deiji did not exempt him of responsability, though; she always made it clear to him that he wasn't completely excused for his actions in her judgments, to which the proud shinobi would simply shrug and say he didn't care. However, she also knew that he — and every questionable deed that he had practiced — was the product of a path filled with misery and misfortunes, a cruel existence and disastrous, although noble to a certain extent, decisions of another person. Such detail made it impossible for her to decisively condemn him. There was no way for Sasuke to be considered a person totally deprived of goodness, of a moral code that could limit his criminal acts, if he had commited any; it wasn't anything like that. The Uchiha wasn't an angel, true, but neither was he the personfication of the black plague. In fact, if she was asked to make a honest comment on how, in her opinion, to best describe him, she would know exactly what to say: nothing in Sasuke was homogeneous, nothing in Sasuke was linear, and that was why it seemed so hard to understand him to the majority of the people that knew him. He was always, in one way or another, to a greater or lesser degree, an inexhaustible source of instability, such as a sky of a night storm, covered by clouds full of electricity, always ready to pour wrath out upon the Earth, but whose chances of causing death during the process couldn't be precised. He couldn't be unilaterally classified as good or evil; he was both and none at the same time."
