AU: Hello everyone:). I have decided to give it a try and write this story in spite of it not being my usual style of writing. I really hope you can enjoy it. Any suggestions are welcome, also please review.

Chapter 1: A weird "dream" couple

This was an awkward evening. Not the most awkward that I have ever encountered, but it certainly was on the top of the list. To top everything off, this was not even the worst of it. It was enraging to say at least to see my brother and his now new girlfriend chatting happily with our guardian. They were all gathered at the big table in the living room while I was the only one sitting on the couch, pretending to be extremely interested in the show that was on our flat screen TV. Normally ignoring them was something normal for a 17 years old teenager like me.

In truth, I had no idea what I was looking at, because the loud laughter coming from the three of them had already driven me insane and at this point I was amazed at the performance of just sitting there without chocking any of them. I moved my eyes slightly to look. My brother was sitting on a chair facing my direction, but our eyes had never met that night. He was apparently too busy with whatever they were talking about, but he was not laughing like the rest, he was being more of an observer to their discussion. At his left sat Sakura, her pink, short hair gathered on the top of her head in a messy bun, long and heavy red earrings dangling gracefully close to her neck. She wore a green blouse and a pair of tight leather pants and it seemed as if she had put a lot of effort into her outfit. Both of them were facing Obito, who seemed immensely pleased to see Itachi and a normal girl getting along like a real couple. And who could blame him for it? I guess it was a guardian's moral duty to wish for his pupils to have a normal and accomplished life. He could live the lie, no one could blame him. I on the other hand felt sickened.

Seeing my murderous brother sitting there with his so called girlfriend angered me to no end and not only because he did not deserve a girlfriend to love and cherish him, but because that girlfriend was the classmate that I had known ever since kindergarten and that supposedly had a crush on me the entire time. I never gave it too much attention, I hated my brother too much to leave room for any other feelings for other people, but the fact that her strong determination to get her hands on me faded away just as soon as she met my insane brother made me think even lower of the girl.

It was nothing more than a school assignment and we had agreed on working on it at my house since it was more convenient that way. The house should have been empty, but in spite of all odds, Itachi's therapy sessions ended sooner than anticipated. This is how they met. It goes without saying that Sakura was one of the few people that knew about the existence of my older brother and about the things that he had done, yet she immediately fell for him, he who had no moral standards whatsoever, he who deserved the worst torture there was. They started dating one or two weeks afterwards and now here we were, having dinner on a Friday night like we were the jolliest of families.

Obito seemed extremely excited about having Itachi's girlfriend over for dinner and somewhere in the process I was forced to attend this blessed moment. He seemed to completely lose sight of the important detail that was that Itachi was not normal. At all. And that the couple in front of him was composed of two people that were like water and oil. How the day dreamer Sakura, that had no care in the world besides getting her perfectly manicured hands on an Uchiha and my brother, a cold blooded merciless killer could fall in love in less than a couple of weeks was an enigma worthy of being given at least a few minutes to think about, but our guardian looked as if everything was just natural, as if they were the dreamiest of couples.

Another round of loud laughter came from the table and this time I lazily turned around to face them. Sakura and Obito looked as if they were having the time of their lives, while Itachi's face was simply thoughtful. His eyes were staring absently at the tiny hand that he was playing with in his palm. He seemed detached of everything else, yet, somewhere in my head I was wondering if he was really enjoying himself. Could he actually do it? The simple idea of him feeling good sickened me. He had absolutely no right to feel like that. He should be the one feeling what I was feeling right now, he should be the one to bear the pain and suffering of his own actions, but instead here he was, acting like he had no care in the world, acting like he had not done what he had done. His eyes slowly moved away from his games, but instead of looking at the two people that were near him, talking to him, he simply stared at me. His eyes were blank and maybe to someone else it would seem like he was not looking at me in particular, but I knew better. His gaze was burning me, it was making me boil and my self-control was simply gone by the time that I jumped out of my seat. I looked at him with all the hate in the world and then ignoring Obito and Sakura's surprised questions I rushed out of the room. Why was I leaving? The question seemed stupid in its entirety. I was leaving because for the first time in almost two years I had lost my self-control. For the first time in so long I felt like stabbing Itachi to death, but not before torturing him for the longest of times and for the first time in so long, the pain that he had brought to my life was unbearable. The pain and hatred that I learnt how to deal with were now resurfacing each time I saw the two of them, living their lives under a masquerade, pretending to be what they were not.

I rushed up the stairs and entered my room, hoping with all my being that their voices could not reach the only place that was left for me in that house. I locked the door of my room with a swift move and walked to my bed. As I sat down on the soft mattress, I was controlling my breathing and shaking hands. I could not kill him. Yet. So I tried my best to relax as much as possible. She wouldn't be around forever. One of those days Itachi would just get bored of her and throw her away, was what I kept telling myself while searching for my headphones. I then started hectically searching for the music that I left buried somewhere along with the pain. She will be gone, and hopefully he will be soon dead, but for now, things were far from being that perfect. I closed my eyes and hoped again for the tenth time this past hour that this was just a bad dream.

AU:This is pretty much it for this chapter, it's more of a prologue in fact. I promise it will get more interesting! :)