Hallo, there. Shanti here! I'm on a roll of making fan fictions. xD

This one won't have humor unfortunately. Angst for Sasuke. On with the fic!

Warning: Yaoi, curses, and such. OOC?

Pairings: SasuxNaru, GaaxNaru, and more.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.

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'He was always so strong!' Sasuke thought with his lips parting in disbelief.

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Uchiha Itachi, sixteen years of age, was the pride of the Uchiha family. He became a black belt student at the age of six, and yet, he had never moved on. What else was there to do? Itachi most certainly did not want to be a sensei of martial arts, but he desired to become stronger. Power was what Itachi wanted, and he will never get enough of it. He needed to prove to himself that he was strong, but what would he do? Oh. He knew exactly what he would do, and it was pure genius. Something Itachi thought of without a doubt.

'I'll kill them all… with my bare hands,' Itachi thought with a tiny smirk.

Acting on impulse, Itachi gave his practice opponent a mid-air kick far too powerful than needed.

"Hey, Uchiha, calm down!" the sensei yelled, and ran to the fallen man.

"He—he's dead, b—but how? It was only a kick!" the sensei stuttered.

"It wasn't only a kick, Sensei," Itachi remarked, walking closer to the fallen man and teacher.

"It was a kick to a vital pressure point. As a sensei of martial arts, you must be aware of the pressure points. If you hit the exact point, one goes numb, but if you hit a vital pressure point, one will die. I guess even a sensei like you doesn't know about the vital pressure points. Pity, and now that you know, I have to kill you," Itachi said with no hint of emotion.

'As if I wasn't going to kill you, anyways.'

"I—Itachi? Your eyes!" Sensei rose to run away, even if running away broke the code of honor. Honor didn't matter in this case, for Itachi's eyes turned dark red.

Bloodshed.

Enough bloodshed to make Itachi go on a rampage.

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"Father? Mother? Itachi? Anyone?" Sasuke looked around in the darkness of his room. He was aware no one except himself would be in his room, but he felt alone. It was like there was no one in the premises of the house. Sasuke hopped out of bed, and waked out of his room.

"Hallo? Hallo? Kaa-san? Tou-san? Aniki?" and the only reply he had was his own echo. His worry then grew frantic. He ran to his parents' room. No one was there. He ran to his brother's room. No one was there. He ran to the kitchen. No one was there. He even ran to the bathroom, and no one was there! Sasuke sobbed and sobbed and his hands shook on the handle of the door that led to the living room. He finally gathered all his courage, and opened the door.

"Oh, hello, Sasuke, fancy seeing you here, and a happy birthday to you," Itachi greeted, holding the heads of father and mother in his hands.

Sasuke gasped, and his sobs gushed out. He wheezed, and fainted. The last thing he saw was red eyes gleaming in the dark, and the last thing he heard was a high-pitched scream. From his own mouth.

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Beep. Beep. Beep.

'My alarm clock? It was all just a nightmare?' Sasuke thought with relief.

He opened his eyes, and took in his surroundings. White. His room wasn't white, it was blue. There was no desk or nightstand either. The beeping noise came from one of those heart monitors that Sasuke saw in movies. This wasn't his room, this was a hospital room.

'Then… it was all real. Every bit of it. Father… the man who was never proud of me… Mother… the only woman who cared about me… both dead, and Itachi… the murderer of our parents.'

Sasuke screamed. Out of fear, out of frustration, and out of rage. Pure rage.

Nurses ran into the room like a stampede of elephants.

"Sasuke!" one of the nurses yelled in concern.

"His heartbeat is going haywire!" a nurse with short, black hair said.

"Okay, all of you shut the hell up! I know exactly what this little brat needs," a longhaired blonde-haired woman said.

She walked up to Sasuke, smiled, and slapped him hard across the face.

"Now, listen here, brat, there are patients here trying to take a goddamned nap, and we worked bloody hard to get them sleepy! We don't need you screaming like an idiot. We have this with us," the blonde-haired woman named Tsunade grabbed a needle out and showed it to Sasuke, "And it will knock you out cold. Do you want to go to sleep, or would you rather read a letter and open a container someone brought for you?"

"But ma'am—," Sasuke started.

"Good, now let's get out of here," the nurses hesitated, then complied with the order. Tsunade muttered something like, "I need a drink…"

"… I can't read well. Oh, well, I guess I can give it a try."

Sasuke sat up, and saw a plastic box and a note on his bed. He grabbed it, and saw the box held a piece of cake and a plastic fork. Sasuke's eyebrows drew together at once in confusion.

'Cakey?'

He opened the letter, and attempted to read.

"Dear, little brother,

I am deeply sorry you had to en… counter that bloody scene. I wasn't expecting you would come until I left, but now I find that as a blessing. Do you hate me now? Do you loa…the me so much that you want to kill me? If so, good. Come and get me. I've been waiting for this to happen ever since you were born…

Your older brother,

Itachi

P.S: Since you won't be seeing me anytime soon, you should at least know that July 23rd is your birthday… and something else."

Sasuke felt tears forming around his onyx eyes. That day… was his birthday, and he had forgotten.

"No one will understand…" Sasuke got up and ripped the tubes off his body.

"…the rage I feel right now…" Sasuke walked out of the room unnoticed.

"No one… will understand…" Sasuke ran out of the hospital door.

"…why my life is getting better somehow…" Sasuke walked to his house that was covered with caution signs.

"No one will ever understand…" Sasuke entered the empty house.

"…how much I thank Itachi for giving me a reason to hate him…" Sasuke walked into Itachi's room.

"No one… will understand" Sasuke took a throwing knife from under Itachi's pillow.

"…that he gave me a reason to live!" he threw the knife into the mirror, and it shattered just like his heart.

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"Sasuke… time for school. It's your first day, you know," Kakashi said in a bored tone while reading his infamous orange Icha Icha novel.

Uchiha Sasuke, sixteen years of age, was transferring to Konoha Academy. They moved in summer for a new beginning. Their previous town did not accept Sasuke, and since Kakashi was his official guardian, he was also not accepted into society. Life wasn't too kind to them, but they took on the hardship. Ever since they moved, no one questioned them about who they are. Konohans never heard of their past, and accepted them.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm aware of that, I'm actually ready. I'm waiting for you," Sasuke smirked.

"Oh, come on then," Kakashi muttered, deeply interested in his book.

Sasuke was way ahead of him. He was outside wearing a navy tee with black skinny jeans and a pair of Vans. Finally, Kakashi walked outside, and unlocked the car door. Sasuke slid in the passenger seat, and placed his blue backpack beside his feet. Kakashi got in, started the Mercedes Benz, and drove to Sasuke and Kakashi's new high school.

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Sasuke walked into the office of his new school. The woman at the front desk smiled at him.

"Hello, Uchiha-kun, we've been expecting you, we are glad you decided to transfer here. Now, you need your pink slip, and schedule… Here you go," the secretary named Shizune handed him the said items, along with a map of the school.

"Arigato," Sasuke said politely.

"Anytime, if you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask me."

Sasuke nodded, and sauntered out of the office. He looked at this schedule and found out that he had Literary Arts. Sasuke looked at the map to look for 4-B. He followed its directions, but couldn't find it. He was lost. Sasuke let out an aggravated growl.

"Hey, you the transfer?"

Sasuke turned his head to find a longhaired man with crystal-like eyes. He was wearing a purple tee with white jeans. He looked very beautiful.

"Yes, I'm Uchiha Sasuke."

"I'm Hyuuga Neji, it's a pleasure to meet you," Neji smile lightly.

"Likewise. Could you tell me where 4-B is?"

"4-B? Oh, that's my first class, I'll walk you down. I always knew that that map was useless," Neji muttered, "We'd better get going, or Orochimaru-sensei will have our asses. Literally."

"Do I want to know?"

"Not at all."

Hyuuga Neji, age 16, was Sasuke's first friend.

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They walked into class 4-B, and Sasuke was wondering where to sit when Neji signaled him over.

"You can sit next to me," Neji said.

Sasuke nodded and placed his backpack under his desk. Sasuke watched as students piled in. Sasuke looked at the clock. Fifteen minutes until class started.

'I guess no one wanted to risk getting detention.'

A girl with short dark hair and eyes identical to Neji's sat next to Sasuke's first friend.

"Good morning, Hinata-san," Neji greeted.

"H-hello, N-neji-kun, ano, w-who's that?" Hinata asked pointing to Sasuke.

"This is Uchiha Sasuke. Uchiha Sasuke, this is Hyuuga Hinata, my first cousin."

"A-a pleasure," said Hinata.

"The pleasure's all mine," Sasuke replied, smiling lightly.

Hinata blushed lightly. Sasuke turned his head towards the door. A girl with pink hair and a girl with blonde hair walked in. Their gazes landed on Sasuke.

"That must be the transfer!" the blonde squealed in utter delight.

"Yeah, no one this hot was here before!" the pink haired girl replied.

'Oh. No," Sasuke thought miserably.

"That's Haruno Sakura," Neji pointed to the pink-haired girl, "and that's Yamanaka Ino," he pointed to the blonde-haired woman.

"Hn," Sasuke grunted.

"Hey, Hyuuga, baby, aren't you going to introduce us to this hottie?" Sakura pouted.

Neji scowled at the endearment, but replied, "This is Uchiha Sasuke."

"Oh, Sasuke…" Ino and Sasuke purred at the same time. They glared at each other, and lashed out insults back and forth.

"God… I hate this class," a boy with dark brown hair pulled back into a tight ponytail groaned. A chubby boy with spiky brown hair eating potato chips agreed with the nod of his head.

"Oi, Shika-kun, Chouji-kun," Neji greeted.

"Oh, hey, Neji-kun," Chouji said cheerfully.

"Hey, Hyuuga-kun…" Shikamaru greeted half-heartedly while rubbing his eyes. He walked to a desk, and laid his head down to rest. Chouji sat next to him still eating his chips.

A blonde male walked in with a red head never leaving his side. The blonde-haired man's hair was spiky, and he was tanned with blue eyes. He wore an orange tee with blue jeans. In addition, he had whisker-like scars on his cheeks, which looked oddly appealing. The redhead, who was clinging to the blonde, had his hair ruffled, and he was pale with bluish-green eyes that looked like he overloaded on eyeliner or had a serious case of insomnia. He wore a red tee, white skinny jeans with a studded belt, and a pair of Vans. (A/N: Your typical Hot Topic shopper.) His forehead had a tattoo that said "love" in kanji. To put it simply, they were gorgeous.

"Hey, Naruto!" Neji greeted cheerfully.

Naruto grinned, "Yo, Nej! Who's this dude?"

Naruto pointed with his free hand to Sasuke, who blushed a tad bit.

"Naruto, this is Uchiha Sasuke. Sasuke, this Uzumaki Naruto," Neji introduced yet again.

"Nice to meet you! Oh, this is Sabaku no Gaara. Say hello, Gaara," Naruto said with a grin.

"Hello, Uchiha," Gaara growled with such menace that it could make your skin crawl.

End of Chapter.

A/N: Well, like I said 5 or more reviews make updates. It's not mean, it's motivation!