A/N There's a lot, and I mean A LOT of what-ifs in this story.

Brotherly bonds are hard to break...

Naruto was born jinchuriki of the 9 tailed fox, a being of pure hatred. Taken in the day after his birth by Mikoto Uchiha and her husband Fugaku, they raised the boy like their own, until that fateful day.

Naruto and Sasuke were running home from the ninja academy together, laughing and joking with one another, until they reached the Uchiha compound, well Sasuke stopped, Naruto continued running, shouting, "mooom, daaad, we're hooome!"

"Naruto, stop! You know your shouting makes dad mad," said Sasuke

Naruto giggled happily "yeah but it does get him to come out and greet us"

Sasuke smiled "yeah it does, angrily."

"Angrily shmangrily, you know he secretly enjoys it... Hey where is he anyway hes usually out here by now." replied Naruto

It was at this point they turned the corner into an alley littered with the corpses of their friends and family. Naruto recoiled in horror, "w-what happened here?"

Sasuke just stood there staring in total shock. "mom and dad. We have to find mom and dad" Naruto said, "they'll know what to do for sure"

Sasuke nodded and they both ran into their home, then as they saw the state of the room before them, the pair of them, recoiled, barely able to take in what was before them.

There stood Itachi covered in their clans blood, their friends blood, their parents blood, with his Mangekyou Sharingan active. He turned to look at them and when he did he grinned evilly.

"Do you hate me boys? hmm?"

At this Naruto's eyes turned red, his pupils becoming narrow slits, an orange aura surrounding him. He screamed with all the rage and anger inside him "YOU'RE DAMN RIGHT WE HATE YOU! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO OUR CLAN?!" And then Naruto charged at Itachi with blinding speed, only to collide with the wall behind him.

"These eyes are far too powerful for you now child, come back another day, when your hatred for me has matured beyond rage and grief, into true power." said Itachi as he effortlessly dodged blow after blow from Naruto. All the while Sasuke had stood looking on in sheer terror as his brothers fought before him. Drawing on his last ounce of courage he weaved a series of hand seals, and in his mind cried out "FIRE STYLE: FIREBALL JUTSU!" launching a great gout of fire from his mouth.

In the aftermath of Sasuke's powerful attack Itachi was nowhere to be seen, but there lay Naruto right in the center, scorched and bruised, unconcious.

Sasuke ran as fast as he could, his unonscious brother on his back, terrified that the monster that slaughtered the Uchiha clan might come after them.