I'm writing what pops into my head, because I honestly did not know what I was doing when I opened this document to start typing. Don't you just love typing words onto paper and them forming a story? ^^ I do! This will be a Naruto FanFiction, that's all I know so lemme know what you want added in as this plotline starts to unfold…

It had been three days since my parents had been brutally murdered by the Uchiha.(Of which I had spent hiding under the house as people came to remove bodies and empty it of belongings) I had been in the same class as Itachi and had a slight crush on him when he attacked the whole clan, slaughtering everyone. I was an Uchiha myself; Itachi had never noticed or taken interest in me when I studied with him. The only thing that saved me from his blade that night was a slatted cupboard door.

A red flash of gore and memory surged through my brain and I shuddered once more on the cold ground. I was sitting on the polished wooden floor where my family had been murdered by the guy I thought I had liked only a few nights earlier.

The distorted images flickered and flashed through again, the silver flash of a katana sword, sprays of blood, and the sickening thud of lifeless bodies. My abusive father was dead. My mother, the only parent I cared for was also dead. My older twin brothers who I adored, lay, empty shells, their life spilled crimson on the wooden floor.

A tear spilled, hot and heavy down my cheek. The flesh felt unwanted and dead on my face and I sickeningly wanted to slice it off. I was only 16 years old, too young to be an adult yet too old to be childish or have strong feelings like love.

I stood up and took one last look at the empty house before walking out of the front door and off into the trees. I don't know why but I felt that nobody needed to know of my existence. Why would they want to anyway? I was just another lost face, another dead Uchiha. My name meant nothing to me and so I abandoned it and myself.

I went far into the forest of Konoha, possible even further into the ever expanding green. As my legs became weighted and dusk closed in I began searching for somewhere safe enough to survive the creatures of night. Upon searching for an hour or longer and darkness finally settling in, I was curled up in a cold ball on the rough stone of a sheltered cliff-face, hugging pine-needle to my skin for warmth.

A droplet of ice cold liquid splattered on my face and I jumped, about to complain to my brother about a leak in the roof when I remembered. I didn't have tears left to cry. I decided then to become emotionless, one of those ninja who had no feelings and preyed on the weak. I was strong enough to best Itachi on one occasion. Not that he remembered it after being versed and even beaten by many ninja that day.

I used all jutsu and worked well with air-style, forming weapons from thin air and being able to manipulate air currents was all part of who I was. But I was nothing now.

That was what I thought. After living on my own for three months now I had a hidden cave with my own weapons, built using my air-materialisation jutsu and good old carving and building using the forest around me. I hunted for food each day and had not cried once since that day.

I fought travelling shinobi and ninja alike and had kept up my fighting skills by training each day. My new favourite weapon was a katana I had fashioned from air; the first time I had attempted it. It was long and sleek, bright silver with a dark mahogany handle enlaced with violet patterns. A plaited cord of thread hung from the base that was embroidered with the Uchiha clan symbol. I vowed to uphold my clan's honour and bring the Itachi Uchiha jerk to his knees…painfully.

I had given up on worthlessness and was now set on getting stronger and finding Itachi, I planned on getting our revenge and rebuilding my clan. Little did I know another Uchiha had a similar plan of revenge on the mass murderer…

I grabbed my katana and slung it over my back, heading out into the crisp air. My sleek, black hair hung straight over my shoulders and down my back, ending at my waist. A side fringe swept over one eye and I brushed it behind my ear. My eyes were also black like most Uchiha's and I could use a sharingan, stage 3.

'Cold again, why does this weather never change?' I thought to myself as I jumped down the rocky terrain. My hidden base was halfway up the cliff I had sheltered under on my first night.

I fell away from my area and searched through the traps I had set in the bushes, deeper into the woods. 'Nothing?' I wondered as I emptied my fifth trap and found it yet again empty. Someone must have been near. If there were disturbances in the area then the animals would flee.

I stalked up into the thin treetops and jumped several feet over towards the path that ran through the thick, dark-green mess of forestry. The sandy pale path was quiet, I checked both ways and listened carefully. Once I was sure nobody was around I dropped to the path and examined it.

Footprints.

And recent footprints too.

I sniffed the air and then it hit me, the cool air had the scent of smoke entwined in it. I followed the acrid smell to a nearby village. The whole town was a smouldering wreck. I was right, there had been a disturbance in the area.

'You failed to realise a village so close by to my base this whole time?' I scowled to myself, brows furrowed.

I hurriedly turned to run back to my cave/base. Leaping into the branches again to fly through them at an incredible speed.

I reached the base of the cliff and, ignoring my surroundings, used chakra to run up the cliff and dash behind the bushes that covered the entrance.

My spine screamed as it was brutally slammed against the jagged cave wall.

"We have experience finding hidden bases, un." The attacker smirked.

"Is this the one, Itachi?" A voice sounded from the other side of my cave. A blue skinned man could be faintly made out in the dim glow of light entering the place. 'Itachi?' I snarled inside.

"Kireina."The Uchiha nodded. I had not heard that name in a long time.

I was then gagged, tied, blindfolded and hauled onto the shoulder of the blond attacker much to my displeasure.

My katana was thrust away from me and I reached out for it, earning a blow to the back of the head.

I grimaced before blacking out.

So there is the result of my midnight writing ideas. Feel free to review and let me know what you think, if there are loopholes, any plot ideas and please check out my other stories if you liked the look of this one! ^^ Ta ta my little minions.