A/N: This is an AU story.
Disclaimer: Really? Do I really need to say it? Of course I own nothing. All I have to my name are a few books and some loose change. If I owned Naruto, would I really be wasting my time writing fanfics when I could manipulate the actual plot to my own liking? Of course not. Anyway, carry on.
Pride. That's what it all comes down to. The honor, pride, and ambition of the clan. It's all that matters. My father was willing to risk everything—everything, mind you—in his relentless pursuit for more power. We were the greatest, he said. Without us, the village would be nothing, reduced to mere rubble. He didn't realize that his ambition would be his downfall.
I remember that day so clearly. It was the day that changed my life forever. I remember watching as my parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins were slaughtered right in front of me. I remember his cold, lifeless, eyes. My own brother, my friend and protector, towered over me. For the first time in my life, I knew what fear felt like. But I saw something else in his eyes too: a desperate sadness, unparalleled loneliness. It would be years before I found out the truth.
When I saw my twin standing beside that man—that evil, ruthless man—I was stoic. I said nothing when the masked man chided for my lack of feeling. I remained silent as I listened to him mock me by talking about clan pride and the duty one has to one's family. I merely stared at my twin brother's emotionless face and wondered what had so changed him.
All the same, I knew the answer. I just didn't want to believe it.
The sweet, innocent little boy who had looked up to his older brother, who'd longed for his father's approval, who'd once carried his clan emblem on his back with pride, had become an empty shell of a man. Hatred had consumed him. The brother he had sworn to kill was gone-dead by his own hands. As our teammate had long ago predicted, the act of revenge brought nothing resembling happiness. Instead, it brought more pain. For soon after, he learned his brother's true intentions and discovered who was truly responsible for destroying his life.
And so, he set out to destroy the place he had once called home.
I myself discovered the truth not long afterwards. I didn't leave my bed for a month.
Later, when I met my twin brother, my other half, on the battlefield, I knew that this was the end. He had to be dealt with, one way or another. I didn't try to talk sense into him, as my blond-haired teammate had. No, I fought him.
"This is how you honor their memory? By throwing in your lot with them?" He said the words vehemently, as though I had committed the most heinous of crimes. "You're an Uchiha," he said.
"No, no I'm not."
I didn't tell him that I could have taken all the Uchihas, except for Itachi, and their delusions and their pride, and buried them six feet under and never thought there was a loss.
A/N: Sooo...yeah. I just wanted to explore the idea of Sasuke having a twin sister, even though I know it's been done before. Please review, but be civil. Flamers will be ignored. What I'm looking for is constructive criticism if you have it (if you don't have anything constructive to say, then...buzz off).