A soft giggle escaped his throat as the red, red blood trickled down, down, down to the floor. His eyes were glued to the crimson river as he smiled, it was finally done. Oh, how the voices would be proud! Bending down, he took a tentative lick upon the flowing red stream that flowed before him. Yes... it was so tasty! The voices would be pleased indeed. Turning his red eyes to the entrance of the home, he saw a young boy standing there, frightened like a small rabbit caught by a fox.
"N-nii-san! Wh-what have you done!" cried Sasuke as he watched his elder brother stand up, blood smeared across his face.
Who was this young boy in front of him? Oh, yes, Sasuke. How would this one die? After all, he would do as the voices asked.
No! Sasuke would not be touched! Itachi would never kill his foolish little brother...
killkillkillkill...
Yes, Sasuke would die as well, and his blood would be oh, so good.
"Itachi! I loved you! I adored you! WHY?" This shout made him pause, why indeed. What would make such a respected shinobi kill and devour his clan?
"It was... because I hungered. The Sharingan, it is a cursed eye, my foolish little brother."
Tsukuyomi...
Sasuke was forced to watch as Itachi butchered his family over and over again. Sasuke was forced to watch as Itachi devoured their flesh. Sasuke was forced to eat his clan as well. Over, and over, and over again.
"Feed, my foolish little brother. Feed, and when your mind is like mine, feed upon me as well."