[Author's Note: Heya ya'll sorry if I make a few mistakes as far as terms and names go, it's been awhile since I've had anything to do with the Naruto series. Enjoy!]
The sun was setting over the bustling village of Kohona. Shopkeepers were closing their doors and serving their last guests, brothels were taking in regular customers, steam rose above the ramen huts that continued to offer hot meals to weary travelers, and families were sitting down to dinner. The Uchiha family was no exception to this, though tonight there were only two bowls being served as Mikoto and her youngest son Sasuke were the only members of the household that were home. Fugaku was at the police station working overnight and Itachi was off on a mission. It was just one of many meals that consisted of the two minor members of the family. Sasuke sat on his legs at the short dining table. He scratched at an unreachable itch under his new bandage around the joint of his arm. "Sasuke, honey, please don't do that, you will ruin the bandage." Mikoto ladled piping hot soup into a decorated clay bowl at the kitchen counter as if she had eyes in the back of her head to see her son misbehaving. "But okaasan, it itches so baaaad!" He gave a frustrated growl as he slammed his head on his folded arms and pouted rebelliously. The female head of the Uchiha clan set down the soup and a bowl of fresh rice down in front of him before returning to make her own serving. "Well maybe next time you'll be more careful and not go out practicing throwing knives by yourself." She rustled his hair before sitting down at the table herself, mumbling a plea to the spirits for a blessing on her household before beginning to eat. That's when the sound of footsteps approaching the front doorway and both heads turned to see who disturbed their meal.
"Aniki!" Sasuke squealed as he levitated to his feet and ran over to his brother, wrapping his arms around his lower waist while standing on his tip-toes. "Itachi, you're home? Usually your missions take weeks to complete." Mikoto rose too to her feet, out of respect for the ANBU officer. "It was a simple and straightforward mission. I do hope I am not too late to enjoy a meal with my family." He rest his head on the messy hair of his otosan that refused to loosen his grip on the teenager's waist. "Of course you aren't my dear! Here, I'll make you a plate, it is fresh off the fire." The doting mother was about to make a dash to the counter, thrilled at the opportunity to be a mother to her elder baby but was cut off by him. "Rest mother, I will go change into something more comfortable." He bowed and excused himself, walking barefoot towards his bedroom. Sasuke abandoned his meal to follow his beloved elder brother; immediately begging him for details about the mission. They walked around the outer rim of the house together, the evening stars and moon barely visible through the cloudy sky as the sun set on the opposite horizon. "Aniki! Did you kill anyone? Did you see any super strong jutsu? Did you bring me anything?" The raven-haired child was giddy with excitement as he walked by his brother's side, refusing to take his eyes off of him. "Aye Sasuke, you could say that." He slid open the panel that led into his personal quarters, allowing his little brother to enter before he did. "Really aniki? What did you bring me?" he stepped back into the pitch black room, admiring the gleam of light reflecting off his brother's headband before the panel slid closed, leaving them alone in the darkness. "Close your eyes, ototo." He did as his brother asked but instead of being handed something exotic and cool, he found a hand on his mouth and an arm around his neck, suffocating him. He tried to laugh and playfully fight his brother as if it were a game, but he found himself running out of air and his aniki's grip never loosened. He began to cry and begged for Itachi to stop this cruel joke but he had no such luck. Itachi slowly guided Sasuke down to his knees then to lay on the floor, releasing his grip on the boys neck once he was sure that he was knocked out but not injured. "I am so sorry my ototo, please forgive me." He picked up the small, limp body in his left arm and lit a ready lamp on his stand. He opened a large locked chest that sat in the back corner of his bedroom, revealing the bottom to be lined with a well-padded blanket. He laid the little Uchiha down in the bottom of the chest and slid open a small secret panel on the side to allow air into the solid wooden box. Closing the lid and locking it tight, he rearranged his room to its original state and slid his katana out of its sheath. The sound of alarm as invaders hit the protective walls of the Kohona village could be heard in the distance. He had barely managed to beat the invaders to the small, secluded city and now that his most valuable possession was hopefully well hidden, he would perform what would most likely be his last service to the Village Hidden in the Leaves and spill the blood of those that sought to invade the village he vowed to protect. Sliding his white and red ANBU mask over his face he leapt from the outdoor balcony and hopped across the rooftops of the Uchiha Distract, meeting his enemy with a bloodthirsty blade and a bombardment of fiery jutstu.