Brother I will defeat you. I will slay you, kill you, decorate your body with the same crimson as runs through my veins. The same crimson you sprayed so vulgarly over the many walls of our district. The fan you cracked still stays broken, distorted as our clan. My clan. No longer are you a part of this clan. No longer are you fit to be called an Uchiha. You are the red in this red and white fan, the red below the white. Perhaps whoever created our, my symbol foresaw this? If so, they should also have foreseen your impending doom. You may think you're invincible Itachi, but you're not.

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Why? Why did you burden me with this two-faced gift? Did you truly hate me so much you felt the need to curse me, to take away my any chance of being a normal shinobi? Why did you leave these scars to identify me by? Could you not have found another way other than take away your own life? The life of the only family I had left? Did you hate me so much?

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I will become better. I will. I will prove I can be a great shinobi, a great man. I will become a great man, a proud shinobi of Konoha. I will not be bound by the chains fate has tied to me. These restraints will not hold me back, will not hold me down. I shall overcome these boundaries and prove to everyone I can become great, even with a curse such as this.