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Itachi
My name is Itachi. Itachi Uchiha. And I am the greatest prodigy my clan has ever seen. I am an S-ranked criminal, a cold blooded killer, a member of the Akatsuki, the most formidable group of ninja the world has ever seen. That's what's in the Bingo book, anyway. No one knows what really happened that night, the night I slaughtered my brethren, the night I sealed my beloved brother's fate. I told him I did it for my own benefit, I told him to hate me and live in solitude, desiring nothing but revenge…I've done so many wrongs, I lost track of them.
But why did I do it? Why did I become what I am today? It was my wretched father. My father, who desired nothing but power. My father, who was so obsessed in his desire that he used his firstborn son and turned me into a killing machine. Oh, he gloated about my achievements, my rapid development into a skilled Shinobi. He boasted and bragged and showed off our clan's power…all I wanted to do was please him.
I wanted to make him happy and proud of me, so I worked myself to exhaustion every day. My mother was concerned and was kind to me, but her life ended at my brother's birth. My father, not wanting to have to raise Sasuke on his own, remarried another woman, her name was Mikoto. She didn't give a care about me…her only concern was for Sasuke.
As I became older, I realized that my father was nothing but a twisted buffoon who had used me and my mother and twisted my mind in the process.
And what about the rest of the clan? They supported my father, as they were as twisted and power-crazy as he was. I felt like I was the only sane person out of the entire clan. I was hurt that father had used mother like a machine, marrying her only so that she would bear his children, which he would turn into heartless soldiers.
As for my brother, he envied me. He was always asking me to help him train, and he wanted to please our father, just like I did. I soon realized that Sasuke would soon turn into a monster for the clan to use. I argued with myself for days, unsure if I would be doing the right thing…nonetheless, I grabbed my katana, outfitted myself in my ANBU uniform, and butchered them. I sliced through their facade of power and spilt the dirty blood within. As I watched as my clan's members screamed in pain and exhaled their last breaths before falling to the cement ground, dead. My beloved brother, who had been so innocent all his life, came home to find his parents dead and his older brother standing above them, katana strapped to his back.
I gave him my final message before departing, his agonized screams echoing in my psyche forever. The whole time, I cried. The tears weren't showing, as they weren't visible…but my spirit, my soul, my heart sobbed bitterly in regret and anguish. The anguish that kept me up at night, the self-hatred that made me yearn for the day my brother would kill me...
I am Itachi Uchiha, and this is the story of my life. My rather pitiful existence, really. I sometimes wonder if I've done the right thing, one of the many questions that haunts my soul every second of the day.