Capitulo 1

When Bad Meets Evil

Separated

It was raining outside. You could hear the loud booming of electricity that sprouted out in the sky, creating streaks of light across the dark clouds that poured out heavy drops of water. Thunder cracked overhead when a woman screamed and then everything became silent once more. It was nothing but a simple thunder storm. Time seemed to go on slowly. There was nothing to stop it, no matter how slow and heavy it felt.

Uchiha Fugaku stared at his wife who had given life to his first child about two hours ago and now she was still suffering. They had thought it was all over, that she had finished giving birth when she was suddenly in labor once more with another incoming child. He could not believe it; he was going to have twins. His mother, Uchiha Annabel, stared off to the side looking disgusted as she heard the cries in the other room as the second child was born. "You know this is a dishonor Fugaku."

The man sighed "I know mother" he looked down. He and Mikoto had been trying to have a child and never could get pregnant, but when she did she had a terrible miscarriage. It had left Mikoto hopeless and he knew that hearing that she was going to have two sons was going to make her feel like the other one didn't die at all. "But I can't simply get rid of him; he is my son as well" There was silence between them even though it was raining heavily and lightning filled the sky.

Fugaku's mother scoffed and narrowed her eyes. The silence was suffocating.

"You've heard the myths right Fugaku?" She asked folding her hands neatly at her lap and cleared her throat, even Immortals had their superstitions. "There is always an evil twin, in humans, in immortals, in everything in the world, even animals. You can't keep that second child, throw it all to hell, find the rotten apple and throw it out!" she snapped glaring up, never once moving her body from its neat position her eyes glaring red.

No Uchiha liked the idea of twins…thanks to Her.

Fugaku looked away from her; he knew that once upon a time he had a twin, one that he lost when his own mother smothered him to death. He never got to meet him, he never got to know his name, and he only knew that he had once existed. His mother would not hesitate to kill anyone's younger twin because she hated the thought of even having a twin. He knew he was a hard person because of her. He knew he sometimes even seemed unreasonable, but he was not so heartless as to kill his own child.

He wasn't as heartless as her.

Still, with his mother living here and helping Mikoto take care of their children he feared the younger of the two would not live past a week under the roof with that woman here. He wanted his child to keep his twin. He didn't want his own mother deciding who should live or die. He didn't want to see Mikoto cry and break down when she found the dead child, so then and there he made his choice. It was life or death and he chose life. "I'll get rid of the younger twin" he said. "It's usually the younger" his mother smiled in the dark.

He could see it. Evil incarnated.

"That's my boy, kill that child" she said. That's when the door opened and Tsunade came out holding one child. Both mother and son looked to her as she smiled at them. The first child had been covered in a red blanket and set in his crib, but there was no place to set the younger twin who was covered with a blue blanket.

"Here's your second son Fugaku-san" she announced. The first born that was already asleep in his crib began to cry as soon as the door closed behind Tsunade. "Mikoto has passed out from all the exhaustion, but she will be alright" she said as Fugaku took the child gently into his arms and thanked her lightly. She called her assistant out and both women left not really knowing what was going on.

"Kill it Fugaku" His mother commanded as soon as the house was empty of everyone. He watched his mother go into the room, looking at Mikoto and then at the crying baby. She cooed at it, calling it the good baby. The better baby, the first born child to her son, it sickened Fugaku. The light weight that he held in his hand was his other son and it dismayed him that he could not keep him.

He looked down at his second son; compared to the other this one was smaller and seemed to weight less. Slightly bluer hair, he looked adorable. They both looked so alike in the pale rosy skin and the tuffs of black raven hair; there was only one difference that told them apart. The first one had markings starting at his eyes lightly down his cheeks and the other had a smooth face.

He brought his finger over to the small hand that grasped it before the small child begun to seem to get restless in his arms. He was slightly hungry and soon he was starting to cry loudly. Fugaku covered him up well and then disappeared into the shadows of the hall. This child was to never be seen around here again.

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Five years later Itachi entered the room with, a stern expression on his face. Since his birth Itachi had never smiled, even as a baby he had hardly cried as he seemed to always be staring off into the distance. He was never someone that they had to chase after and he was always kept. He didn't seem to trust anyone. He always liked to be by himself more than anything but today was his fifth birthday.

There was only one thing that he could and would always talk to them about, "Ne, you know Kyuubi's little brother already learned to walk?" he asked his mother with bright eyes, it had been bugging him for some time now that he decided that to tell his mother. He always confided in his mother about everything. Fugaku looked at his son and so did his grandmother, one with guilt and the other wondering if the child probably knew.

"What good is having a brother you have to share everything with? Being an only child is much better" Annabel stated placing her cup of tea down. Itachi only blankly stared at her. Fugaku remembered the night he took away Itachi's twin brother and the heavy secret he now kept.

Still, there was no laughing matter when it came to little brothers and Itachi already knew that his mom and dad were incapable of giving him one. They had offered that they could adopt him a brother and he had refused. He did not want an adopted brother; because he'd always know that it really was not his brother. He wanted someone with his same blood.

"That's nice Itachi, here, blow out your candles" His mother said as she brought over the cake, a wide smile plastered over her face, obviously fake. Itachi looked down at the frosted chocolate cake and stared at it hard when he remembered something his cousin Shisui had told him about blowing a wish with your candles. He closed his eyes and wished as hard as he could.

'I wish I had a little brother'


Hey! Welcome to a new fic. I'm not sure how this one will go, but, yeah. Hope you enjoy it and that I am able to finish it. (this one is guaranteed to be slow) And also thank you to my Beta :Teh Mew

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