-1A/N: I DON'T OWN NARUTO

My World

"Things are always this way…ever since that day he came…"

From where you see things, it would seem normal, overlooking the never ending gray skies and clothed people. Little kids playing, with no imaginative expressions of happiness or life. Just a continuous throwing of a ball. Those are just some things of this monarchy. Strong versus the weak.

"It's too boring, to think that happy endings could lead to more exciting adventures. It doesn't…For me at least. I tried it once, it wasn't worth it. My name is Sasuke Uchiha. I am a outlaw of his land…Lord Orochimaru that is."

From what those kids are playing for, I don't know. There is no point with no joy or fun for it. I don't understand. Well these are the kids of the middle class. You see this world is divided into three classes. There are those of his class. The strong, rich, educated…they only serve him like I do. We are the upper class, it's as simple as that. Those of his serving personally take on errands or missions of his own accord. The other classes might not agree so it's public executions for their punishment. These executions were first started as a inhuman act from the people's point of view but from many accusations against Lord Orochimaru came prices. Over half the human population in this city is gone from torture, disease, or other causes by talking against him. That is why no one speaks wrongly of him only praising his almighty power. When one does speak against him these days, they are lashed with whips from their own young ones. That's right, little children from four to thirteen or older.

He immediately changed the school education board, so only that going against the lord would lead to severe consequences. They teach of only one thing…that is to listen and obey. You would see little children with either whips or kunai at their sides watching for anybody that disobeys the laws. Brainwashing is what they do. The teachers before were executed and were replaced by videos and guards. If you didn't pay attention, you would stand in front of the class and be hit with a wooden paddle by one of the students. From this, the children from these schools are known as the middle class society soon to be older consisting of those children and through further generations of their children.

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In the gloomy village of Sound, people moved along for food and shelter. There wouldn't be much talking but mostly of rolling carts and prints of footsteps in the dirt. There was one pair of feet that was particular among the others. Only he along with the other few outlaws, who took care of the city personally under Lord Orochimaru's rule, were the real people who knew what actually happened. Before any of this; but he was the favorite…he was always the favorite.

Everyone moved out of his was as they passed along. He was down under in this part of the village. There were stands of food and teenagers of the lowest class huddling together staring at him. His sword was close behind strapped across his back dangling from side to side ready to kill.

"Stop thief!" he looked to one small girl running with a piece of bread in her arms. A woman was chasing after.

"Another one that must die…oh come one is there anything else but this?" It happened in one strike as he then put back his sword in his sheath behind him. The woman kneeled down and took the bread. She bowed lowly to Sasuke as he walked over the girl's dead body. People passed by without looking as it was part of everyday life. Guards that stood in each cross section would clean up after him so it wasn't in the way.

"It's everywhere, like walking among the dead." he looked to upper class children whipping their own kin of the lower class for even crossing their path. He looked with no concern at all but with boredom. The gray sky, it would be dark even in the afternoon but no rain would fall. That was the basic interest to him, not this poverty of a world.

"Sasuke-kun." he looked ahead to another uniform worn by a fellow outlaw only with glasses who walked towards him.

"I'm not your friend Kabuto but what do you want now?"

"You don't seem interested in this." he took out a scroll and gave it to him. He took it and put all his attention to the symbol that sealed it. The fan with the red half top and white at the bottom. He quickly put it in his side pouch and looked to Kabuto.

"I'm going to see him."

"He expects it." Kabuto replied and Sasuke walked through the crowd and vanished onto the roofs.

"Why would he use this symbol? He already killed them all, he's no part of my clan…what is he up too?"

He came to large doors of the dark tower and opened them with no problem. He walked the long crimson carpet actually dyed in the blood of those he executed. There was no smell of the blood though. Only smoke from the candles stuck to the side of the walls. He stopped and kneeled down.

"Sasuke-kun, you must be here from the scroll you received correct? Have you opened it?"

"No my lord." Orochimaru laughed softly and leaned on his armrest.

"Open it now." Sasuke reached into his pouch and broke the seal to it. He opened it and looked for more orders. "Read it."

"My lord, it is a map. Only the names of the countries and cities."

"Bring it here." he stood and walked up to the throne he sat upon. His snake like expression never left his mind from the first time they met. Those glossy snake eyes, could never be forgotten that day in the chunin exam when he met him. Guess it's fate that he joined him sooner or later. His appearance was like any Orochimaru. Probably a skin over the actual body he took over. He still wonders why he doesn't take Sasuke's though. Orochimaru took the scroll and looked at it. He then laughed softly again. "Do what you wish."

"Thank you my lord." he said.

"Make sure you finished your duties before you leave. I would also like a report where you are every once in a while. Don't keep me waiting unaccounted for." Sasuke nodded and bowed.

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Sasuke examined the scroll carefully in his chamber. And circled one of it's locations.

"What are you up to brother? Some trick or do you want me to find you? It's been how long and you still haven't showed your location to me. Next time I see you, I will kill you."

The scroll consisted of the lands of where he suspected his brother was or where he had been. There was no certain pattern to the different locations, like it was randomly chosen. There was one thing that he took notice too. It was his old home, where he betrayed them all so long ago. He first left them for Orochimaru's teachings of becoming stronger. Then he helped him rule in this monarchy over all the lands. Not even the Akatsuki expected this kind of thing to happen when gathering the jinchiruuki. He still wondered if the nine tails sealed into his old comrade was taken away also. But then that would mean he had lost his chance of gaining the ultimate bloodline of his sharingan. He then shook his head.

"No, they were killed by him, Lord Orochimaru, I even saw their bodies and Kabuto took care of them personally." he stood up and walked to his bed stand. A burnt picture sat there on the surface next to a lamp and other scrolls he studied. Of what he remembered from back then. His foster family…his friends…his team. It was a picture consisting of three other people, first his sensei.

One who loved porn books and would do anything to get his hands on one. He would seem like an easy going teacher, but in battle a deadly fighter. A well known one actually. He was something special from obtaining a sharingan eye without being a family member of the Uchiha clan. He still wonders how he had such a thing. Another was a pink haired kunoichi. Ever since those childhood days she would follow him with that massive forehead that could never be forgotten. Maybe that was why he didn't like her even when she took care of him and even tried to convince him to stay in Konoha rather then abandon it…nah. It was because she was annoying as the third person. That one person…he was the idiot of the whole group. He would think he was some competition to him. But eventually was his best friend soon after, even if it didn't show on the outside. The number one hyperactive knuckleheaded ninja. He could never forget his name since he was special. Behind his joyous attitude and ideas that lead to more of an identity of a baka then people would take him to be, he had the demon that almost destroyed their village before they were born. He found out after encountering him after three years and meeting the demon himself with his sharingan. His name was…

"Naruto Uzimaki."

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Sasuke threw his backpack over his shoulder and looked back to the village.

"What is there to actually look at again?" he asked himself as he turned around and walked straight into the forest. He was then off to his first destination, to The desert of all deserts…the Hidden Village of the Sand.

He jumped from tree to tree in his familiar attire except in all black. It was the same style of clothing from Konoha but he took no time to think about that. The one thing repeating in his thoughts were, "Itachi…what is he up too?"

There seemed to be and endless route of trees and he wondered why. He came to a stop in a secluded area and decided to make camp there. In the morning, he would follow the map, heading to the wind country. He didn't bother with a fire as he took out a wrapped package. He ripped it open too three triangle shaped rice balls. He took one and bit into it looking up to the same gray sky.

"Something that will never change." he thought as he ate. "These are good. Who knew Kabuto could cook. Maybe he is Orochimaru's housewife instead of servant." he smiled at this as he ate. He could imagine him as a housewife always being by his side since the very beginning. "AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH bad image! AHHHHHHHHHHHH!" after his paranoid moment, he took another rice ball and bit into it. He soon finished his small meal and looked to the black night. "It would be nice to see some stars once in a while…" he recalled those memories his team would look into the sky and gaze at the stars. He shook his head. "What am I thinking?" he shut his eyes and drifted to sleep.

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Coming to a clearing, Sasuke can finally pinpoint his location. From all his travels, he didn't pass so many trees to get to the wind country in his life…

As he came to a brighter but gray setting, as usual, he realized he was heading the wrong direction. To think that he would pass this road again from where the fuzzy eye browed freak kept preaching about with his sensei.

"The road of life…god damn it's still here!" he came into the open and stepped onto the road. As he set his shoe onto the dirt, there must have been some breeze because he shivered and stepped off. "I haven't shook like that since that first B ranked mission with Zabuza…after ten years I remember that…GOD DAMN WHY AM I THINKING THIS NOW!"

He stepped on again and then took out the scroll.

"This means that I'm heading towards Konoha. Must be fate for me to go over there first." he rolled it back up and started to walk. Somehow there were more trees then he remembered. Maybe because he was taller now. Things couldn't get more similar as he stopped and looked to a small shack. It had a rotting sign hanging diagonally like it was about to fall. He went inside with no concern of who it belongs too. Something flew out at him and he dodged it with ease as it hit the wall.

"Get out of here!" he looked to the old woman. She was short with small glasses at the point of her nose holding another pan. "My curry is not for sale!"

"Old woman, I don't care of your curry. If you wanted to throw a pan out of courtesy then I would have done the same to you."

"Go away!" she threw another pan and he made one swift mode towards her with two pieces of the pan falling to the floor. She backed away as he held the sword in front of her. The blood from the little girl was still stained on it.

"I guess having a stained sword wouldn't do much."

"AHHHHHH!" she screamed. Sasuke came under the curtain putting away his sword at the same time. He went ahead and preformed his fire jutsu onto the shack that burnt down quickly as he watched. When he was satisfied, he turned down the road and continued his journey. So many questions and none to be answered.

"Where is he? Why send a map of these locations? Does he want to die now? Why haven't I killed him yet? Curry does sound good now…"

"Ahhhhh, focus Sasuke!" he scolded himself as he hit his forehead with his palm. He continued on.

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"There is nothing here…no presence of anything. No birds, squirrels…not even people.…Well we did destroy it obviously." he overlooked the ruins of Konoha. The village he was born, raised…and yet betrayed twice. One was leaving to find Orochimaru, the other was the destruction to its end. He never thought if what he did was a mistake or purpose. Just another mission to accomplish and complete. Would he miss his friends, comrades, family? He doesn't really know. What remained of this village was ancient history. He glanced at old buildings that looked as if the world had came to an end all at once in this very spot. The dirt was rock solid with crumbling rubble still falling from the rotted buildings. "No inhabitants of life…"

There was no sound, why on Earth would Itachi be here? Why would he come here? Why was he led here? Was it on purpose? New forming questions that were not answered. He stopped and looked to the first place he was praised. Where learning the basic of skills to the ninja life. From all this destruction and chaos that swing still held on that very same tree. He walked towards the building where he learned his basic skills. Now those skills seem inferior to him. He stepped onto the broken door that now laid on the floor. Everything was the same except the collapsed walls and chairs in the hall. He stepped over them with no care. He stopped at his classroom and walked in. The seats were still there and the desk was hanging out the window.

From where he was praised as the top student and had everything that a 12 year old boy could want from grades to popularity; that could never be enough for him. Even now, it's not what he expected. He thought that the world now would have some excitement. There was a rustle and he looked to his desk. Something was over there and he silently stepped up the stairs and looked down the aisle. It was a girl that stared at him. About the age of 5 maybe. He walked towards her and she huddled deeper under the desk. He stood over her and she lifted her eyes a bit. He didn't believe his eyes. Those eyes of blue…it was all blue and she lifted her head all the way. Her hair might have been black but those blue eyes could never be forgotten.

"Ssshhh." she said as she huddle back down. He stumbled back and leaned on the desk. "Please oniisan, don't tell them where I am or else I will lose the game."

"You can't be…their dead."

"Who's dead?"

"No, no, no! I killed them!" he said angrily clutching his hand into a fist.

"Oniisan, ssshhhh!" she whispered. Sasuke jumped down from the desks and looked around. The girl came out and looked at him. He was taking out his sword. "We don't need swords to play hide and seek."

"I'm not playing." he said as he jumped at her. She dove to the side. She looked to him and then ran with all her speed. She was fast but he could still out run her as he followed her out the door. He ran after her down the hall and to the outside.

"What the hell? I should have caught up to her by now…what's going on?" he put back his sword and opened his side pouch. He took out two kunai and threw it. She dove again and it skimmed her hair. "Time to finish her." he took another kunai and held it firmly as he stood over her on the ground.

"Tag." he said as he struck down. There was a puff of smoke and in place of the girl was a log. There was then knives all around his neck as he was kneeling down from striking the girl.

"I DON'T KNOW WHO THE HELL YOU ARE BUT THIS IS GOODBYE." one of them growled. For ten years he could still notice that same annoying voice. It could only belong too that certain person…his best friend. He looked up slowly to his face. Under his blonde hair were those eyes. They looked stunned and blank.

"…Naruto?"

"Sasuke?"

NEXTTIME: The Reunion

"Your face!"…"What about my face?"…"Crunch."…"Hello Sasuke…"

A/N: Yay, my second story. I rewrote it taking on my cousin's advice for really understanding the characters and all. I made Sasuke turn evil too good to fast right? Anyway here goes nothing!