I came up with this one day after an image of a crying Itachi came to me. OOC? If it is, I dont care. All my writing is OC, or OOC. :) Even though I have nothing but this up at the moment.

April 16, 09 - Alright, I've changed a few little things. Also, chapter one is better read on it's own, because I'm pretty sure the next two chapters are garbage. Also, sorry for not warning you guys. A bigger apology going out to Tsunade's Apprentice and INSANITY411. xD

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Itachi Uchiha was staring at the featureless ceiling of his room with his hands behind his ceiling was painted black as was the walls. The plush carpet was also black as was his mood. Him and the (A/N - Awesome and incredibly sexy... ) sharkman, Kisame, had had a fight. It started small with Itachi sighing about how much of a glutton he is and within the hour it escalated into family bashing. Itachi didn't care about any one from his past. No one, but one certain little boy. Once the name Sasuke was spat out of Kisame's mouth he was unconscious against the wall. The Uchiha had given his body a glare before turning and stomping back to his room ignoring the other Akatsuki members who were ducking behind the overturned kitchen table.

The handsome Uchiha sighed in boredom and shifted to his side gazing over at a framed picture on his bedside table. His face stayed emotionless, but his eyes narrowed in remembrance. The picture was of him and his little brother Sasuke. Itachi was thirteen, his brother eight and they looked so happy. They were both sitting on the floor in their old house in the middle of a tickle fight when the picture was taken. Of course, Itachi was the evil tickler and Sasuke was the helpless victim. 'Why?' Itachi thought trying to keep his emotions under control. An old scene started to play out in his mind similar to an old movie reel.

-Flashback-

'You cant catch me, Ita-chan!' yelled a smiling eight year old Sasuke running through the streets from his big brother.

'I'm going to get you, Sasu-chan!' yelled back a young, grinning Itachi. They were both laughing, dodging around the many Uchiha clan members who were out doing errands or out seeing an old friend. Sasuke was in the lead, but not by much. Itachi was gaining on him.

Suddenly, the scene shifted to that of a dark room. It was Itachi's old room...

His little brother was sitting in the middle of the floor sobbing his heart out. Itachi was sitting in front of him with a sad face. 'Sasuke, dont worry. I wont let those bullies hurt you anymore,' he whispered gently. He enveloped his otouto in a hug resting his chin on his the top of his head. Sasuke buried his face in Itachi's shirt sobbing quietly while Itachi stroked his hair. Sasuke uttered, 'T-thank you, nii-san'

-End Flashback-

Itachi sighed again; this time in regret. His face contorted into sorrow knowing things will never be the same again after what he did. He broke his poor otoutos innocent, little heart. Itachi sat up and found a pillow to hug and laid back down. He stared once again at the framed picture. Behind his eyes, blood shown. Before he knew it, he was back watching the movie. Only this time... the movie wasn't so memory friendly.

-Flashback-

'Itachi! You Traitor!' screamed an old man trying to defend himself from his attacker. Itachi with his sharingan eyes showed no emotion in the least as he slashed open the old man's torso from shoulder to shoulder with his sword. Blood splattered on every surface. Fallen, bloodied corpses littered the ground.

The scene changes again. This time he is engulfed in shadow.

He is standing the the back of a room were the only light was moonlight pouring through a window to his right. The silver light rested on the brutally murdered corpses of Itachi's own mother and father. At the door, Itachi could see his otouto standing there shaking like an earthquake went on in his stomach. 'Mother... Father...' He was scared stiff. Itachi walked forward into the stream of moonlight still emotionless.

The movie reel kept playing no matter how much he willed it to stop. Itachi's death grip on his pillow grew tighter, his eyes narrowed even more trying not to let his sadness overwhelm him.

'Mangekyou Sharingan!' Itachi's eyes widened, entrapping his brothers mind in a world of blackness with a sky of blood. 'My legs.. I can't move!' thought Sasuke trying desperately to run away. He looked ahead only to find people staggering and falling to the ground into puddles of their own blood. Sasuke was frozen to the spot. He watched with wide eyes as everyone on the street was falling to the ground. Blood was everywhere. He clutched his head, shaking it wildly trying to get these horrible things out of his mind forever. 'Stop! Nii-san! Don't Show Me This!' He shakily looked forward, finding his brother standing before him. 'Why.. Why d-did you do t-this... Nii san...' He watched people running towards his brother trying to kill him; to stop this madness. But, Itachi slaughtered them with ease. The hopeless villagers never stood a chance. 'No... No... Don't, nii-san!' He kept watching the horrible images. He watched his aunts death, his mothers, his fathers. He couldn't stand it.

Still clutching his head, he looked to the bloody sky and let out a tortured scream. Sasuke fell to the floor. He was out of the horrible vision at last. 'Why... Why?' Itachi replyed simply, 'To see what I was capable of.'

-End Flashback-

Itachi couldn't help it. He buried his head in his pillow and began crying silently; letting his sorrow out. 'My otouto...' He let out a sob. 'I'm sorry... If I could take it all back I would... I miss you.' He began sobbing loudly, his cries muffled by the pillow.

"Sasuke" he managed to squeak out.

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