So hey there guys. Here's my new fanfiction. This ones going to be really hard to write. There will be Yaoi, but it won't be that important to the story. Well not much. Everything will be explained in Chapter One: Time, and ruins.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, and any of the characters, moves, locations, etc. All rights go to their respected owners.


'Run, come on, run!' The thought races through my mind. I run silently through a forest. My lungs are screaming for air, but I ignore them. If I stop now, they would catch up to me. My sweat is coating my body, and I have a cut on my cheek. I only have to escape from them. I soon run out into a clearing, and immediately stop. Standing in front of me is a man with raven black hair like mine. His eyes dimly glow a blood red. He wore black ANBU pants, and a black long sleeve shirt. He has a mask that's familiar. Through the mask I can see the dim blood red glow of his eyes. Fear rushes through me. "Where do you think your going?" The man asked. HIs voice was deep, and sounded like death was talking. His hand gripped a foreign long sword. I couldn't help it. I began to shake in fear.

This man was the only person who was ever able to paralyze me with fear. "Do you really think you can escape from us? You're more foolish then I thought little brother." He took a step forward, and I took a step back. No, I can't let him capture me. I can't let him take me back. "What do you want Itachi?" I questioned. Itachi used to be my brother. I refuse to call him as such as now. He is nothing, but a tool. A weapon to be used against his enemies.

Itachi just stands there watching me. "You are a weapon just like me. We were created from two brothers DNA. You from the original Sasuke Uchiha's DNA, and me from Itachi Uchiha's DNA. We are weapons little brother. Along with Itachi's DNA, I was giving Madara Uchiha's DNA along with both their Shiringans." Itachi told me. Before I have time to react, Itachi rushes forward, and stabs me through the chest with his sword. The pain hurts so bad, I can't help but scream.