Don't own Naruto, don't get profit, haven't even have a single DVD or manage volume.

Aghony, this was the product of an odd conversation between my big brother BOOMA and I.

I don't see what I did as murder; I see it as Justice.

I would never think of it as Fratricide; he wasn't my brother in the end.

He, to me, was the murder who stole everything I loved.

He took my beloved big brother, the one who loved me and would do no wrong.

He stole my brothers identify and committed the massacre that took out everyone but me.

He was the thing that murdered my beloved, sweet mother, a gentlewoman who made the best biscuits and was always there when my father was not.

He was the one that took the father who had never truly recognised my existents too focused on my genius brother.

The man who lay beside me, blood splattered and dead was not Uchiha Itachi, but some evil thing that had killed and taken what was mine and though this I believed with all my soul, I wept inside.

Not because I killed him.

Not because I was relieved it was all finally over, that my revenge driven Hunt had finally come to end.

And most definitely not because I missed the ever-present changeling and pressure of my revenge and the thing I needed to kill to take care of that issue.

No, I cried inside, tears that did manage to slide past my shield, gliding down my face as I stared at the face of the man.

A man who looked so like and unlike the brother I knew and that now, at this moment in time, there was no hope that I could have my Itachi back.
I may not have killed the man but I had killed his living shell and it saddened me.

And as the darkness took me, fatigue finally taking me into the sweet, bitter black I heard his voice say the one thing I needed to hear, even though I knew it was my own mind whispering those, sweet, longed for words.

"thank you…my foolish little brother,"