Itachi walked into his house and quickly took of his shoes. He rushed into his room, and locked the door. He sat down on his bed and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. It didn't work, though, as he began to sob.
He couldn't believe he had to kill his entire clan! He just got back from meeting with Danzo and the mysterious Madara. He made a deal with both of them. He couldn't back out now.
Besides, it is for the greater good. Wasn't it? Of course it is! He gets to protect his village and Sasuke!
But... He would have to live his life being hated. Sasuke would hate him...the village would hate him... The whole world would hate him.
'Why me?!' Itachi thought, 'Why do I have to be the sacrifice?! Why can't someone else be the sacrifice?!'
He choked on a sob. 'Quite being selfish...' he scolded himself. He remembered Shisui's words:
"Self Sacrifice... A nameless shinobi who protects peace from within its shadow... That is a true shinobi."
With those words echoing in his head, Itachi wiped his tears.
"Dinner's ready!" His mother called from downstairs.
Until he becomes a sacrifice, he will enjoy his last days with his family.