A slender teen with raven colored hair stares out a window into the nightly down pour. For hours on end the rain falls, the wind howls and the boy listens. Listens for the annoying voice of the exuberant blonde who haunts his dreams, his heart, and his soul.
Crack! Sasuke turns his attention from the cold darkness outside his window, to the desk nearest to the door. The photograph of Team Seven catches Sasuke's eye. The glass on the frame was cracked, separating Sasuke and Naruto with a lightning bolt scar.
The raven haired teen walks over to the desk, a flash of lightning brightens the dark room. For a second, the light caught on something silver. Without even thinking, Sasuke picks up the item that was caught in the flash of light, a calligraphy pen. Memories began to swarm his mind.
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The house was a blaze with orange red flame. Sasuke was in shock, in tears; he was afraid. He bolted to the front door and ran immediately to the kitchen. He stood in shock, his older brother, Itachi, was standing over their parents deceased bodies with a blood stained kitchen knife.
With a bloodied knife in his hands you'd expect Itachi's eyes to be engulfed in malice, they weren't. His eyes were content; all Sasuke could think to do was scream at the top of his lungs and cover his eyes.
"Foolish little brother." Itachi's laughed the words. The older Uchiha thought his little brother's reaction was funny.
Sasuke couldn't respond, he couldn't stop screaming, couldn't believe any of it was real. It had to be a dream, he was hallucinating. That had to be it. Any minute now he would wake up, go to his parent's room and give them huge hugs. He would wake up and everything would be back to normal, his brother would be a normal teenager, not a murderer like this dream was portraying him as.
"Sasuke, open your eyes, quit screaming. This is not a dream, this is reality." Itachi had moved closer to his look-a-like little brother, removing his small hands from his eyes.
Sasuke did as he was told; he stopped screaming, stopped breathing, and opened his eyes. Itachi's hands were cold; a murderer's hands were always ice. The young Uchiha realized it wasn't a dream, a nightmare; it was real. His childhood home was burning and his beloved older brother murdered their parents. Sasuke's eyes became blank; all the love in his heart was locked away, never to be seen again.
"Here, a token to remember me bye." Itachi put a calligraphy pen into Sasuke's hands. The younger boy barely had time to blink before he passed out from flame inhalation.
"Brother. . ."
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Prologue: A Storm of Remembrance
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A/N: I thank my beta-r SilverPheonix-Dragon for all the encouragement and tips on word choice. Please review—anything is welcomed, just reveiew!