Okay this chapter might either make you very confused or make you think the story is a load of bull I don't know but I assure you it's not : )
Anyways you'll get the plot by the next chapter (I hope) so read that before you make your mind up
Oh the characters are slightly different than in the anime I'll tell you about them before you meet them first difference is Sasuke is 15 and Itachi is 25 (still brothers)
EDIT it's AU (forgot to mention that lol)
Chapter one: Without a reason
Cold, desolate. A town abandoned long ago, betrayed by it's own inhabitants. Destroyed. Although it had been nearly a decade Sasuke could still remember the day clearly. He could smell the smoke, feel it thick and heavy as it bogged him down. He could feel the intense heat of the fire as it charred his skin. He could hear the screams of those around him, remember clearly the one man who had tried to get him out of harms way. But the clearest memory was the feeling of apathy he had felt for the first time that day, a feeling that had never quite left him. Even now as he walked back into the town he couldn't bring himself to feel anything about the fire. It had shattered his life, killed almost an entire town. And yet he didn't feel anything about it. He wasn't sure, but perhaps it was this sense of indifference that made him want to return. Maybe if he relived that day he'd finally feel something, anything about it. Or maybe he was going back because he wanted to see him again. He had no reason to want to see his brother again, but to Sasuke no reason was the best reason. He was going back to the town because there was no reason too, trying to think of one was just a way to keep his mind open to suggestions. He knew it would become apparent sooner or later, he just hoped he didn't have to wait too long. The suspense was killing him.
Walking along a once familiar street, Sasuke marveled at how little he could remember about life before the fire. True he had only been five at the time, but you do expect to remember something about the first five years of your life. A loving family, days out in the park, all that was missing from his life. Maybe it had never even happened. Although as he walked past the park now he wondered if he'd have actually wanted to go there. The climbing frames looked more threatening than playful, the blackened wood no longer had its bright primary colored coating. The swings were groaning ominously. Some of the town children had never left, their corpses draped across the various chunks of play equipment still standing, playing for all eternity. But not having fun, for their jaws stretched into silent screams, their limbs twisted defensively. Even in death you could feel their terror. He felt a slight pang as he realized that these were probably the kid's he had played with many years ago. He sighed and walked on, making his way up a once tree lined path to the place he had formerly called home. The path had been made of concrete slabs with the cement borders between them decorated with shells and slits of colored glass, laid down flat so that you were quite safe to walk barefoot over them. Now what little glass there was left stuck up alarmingly, the shells had been broken by panicking towns folk trying to escape the blaze. Sasuke had to walk on the bare earth where the grass had been; the heat had cracked both the pavement and the road so badly it was almost impossible to walk on them without tripping, impaling yourself on the shards of glass that hadn't melted. One particular piece of glass caught his eye; it hadn't been blackened by the fire, instead it was a deep blood red. Looking at it Sasuke wondered if it had really been there at the time of the fire or not. He pocketed it, feeling slightly unsettled. It couldn't have been there through the fire, not when he compared it to the rest of the town. He put it to the back of his mind and walked on, determined not to let fear be the first emotion he felt.
In what felt like no time at all Sasuke found himself standing on the front porch of his old house. It had been one of grandest houses in the whole town; it had over five acres of land behind it and sat on top of the tallest hill around, giving Sasuke a clear view of the whole town. For this community a four bedroom house was luxury, and Sasuke's happened to have seven rooms, along with countless other rooms that had no definite use. He was surprised in a way to find the key to the front door under the mat, just as it always had been; something so routine and normal seemed out of place in a town like this. He unlocked the door and stood tentatively on the threshold, trying to compose himself. He hadn't been back to the house since before the fire, he had been elsewhere during the fire and hadn't been allowed back in after, so he had no idea what he may find. He stepped inside, quietly closing the door behind him. He regretted this decision almost immediately, for the only sources of light left were the grimy windows. He walked lightly up the hall, little clouds of dust rising with every step. He headed towards the living room, hovering at the door. Nothing. He walked through the room into the deserted dining room and then on into the kitchen. So mum and dad hadn't been eating dinner either. He frowned slightly and walked back into the hall towards the stairs. He wasn't exactly looking for them, he just wondered if they were here. He reached the bottom of the stairs then paused. He thought he could see faint footprints in the dust. He hesitated, then climbed the stairs anyway. He didn't feel secure, but he didn't feel overly threatened either. The glass, the footprints, whoever had left them evidently didn't wish him harm. At least not until they'd met anyway. He squinted, trying to see through the haze. There weren't as many windows upstairs, but he could remember the way to his own room. He went in and stood for a moment, trying to let his eyes adjust to the darkness. It didn't smell the same as the rest of the house, it smelt of decay and damp. Strange that this was the only room so far that hadn't smelt of burning. He needed to open the blinds at least, but he recoiled slightly as the smell got stronger. He held his breath and took a step forward, then froze as something unfamiliar crunched under his foot. He stepped back, then decided to leave. He felt slightly uneasy that it was his own room, the one place he had thought would bring back his childhood, that had disturbed him the most. He decided to come back later if he could find a light of some sort, but for now he'd make do with satisfying another urge. He had never been allowed into his brothers room as a child, but now he felt it could give him some insight into why he behaved the way he did. He made his way along the hall, stopping in front of the only door in his house he had never opened. He pushed the door open and walked in. No one could stop him this time.
not very detailed plot wise this chapter I'm afraid...well hope you're not too freaked out/confused/bored reveiwers always welcomed (hint hint), flamers not (ha, I could make a pun out of that since the story's about a fire) next chapter up later today hopefully keep reading it'll go somewhere trust me ;)