Hello everyone I have made up my mind and I really like writing this so I am going to give it a try. I have just started reading the book "War and Peace" and yes I'm reading this at my own will lol the author Leo Tolstoy is great to.

Sasuke: *hides behind me."

Me: "What's wrong now Sasuke?"

Sasuke: "H-hiding…."

Me: "From who??"

Sasuke: Madara said he wanted to say hi to me so of course I go but then I found him and Itachi doing something…"

Me: REALY?!?!?

Sasuke: Ya…

Itachi comes in.

Madara comes in.

Me: "So what have you guys been doing…"

Itachi: Something…

Madara: We had so much fun!!!

Sasuke: SEEE!!!!

Itachi: Waaa???

Me: So what have you guys been doing?

Madara: Scrabble!!!!

Sasuke: Ahhhh the horror of words!!!

Me: just walks away. "Hmp I wanted Uchiha crest…"

Chapter 2

Itachi POV

I waited for my little brother with only an ounce of patience left.

It was tearing me apart that he was late. Sure only by 2 minutes but still what if he is smoking pot or something.

I never wanted this to happen. I was going to get to the bottom of this.

I heard footsteps from around the corner. I walked up to see who it was and saw what I hoped was not my little brother.

A tall adolescent with dark black long hair started walking over to me. His orbs looked somewhat bloodshot and with a suit that made me think he could own a whole company with his tie slightly lose. A thin pink scar ran down to his lower lip to his chin like somebody had slit his mouth open. His dark black eyes, a shade of pale left him with no emotion. His walk showed dominance and his stance showed lethal danger that surrounded him in almost an aura. This boy was not a teenager, but a deadly criminal.

"Itachi? Is that you big brother?" His voice was like a blade smooth but profound.

"I should be asking that to you Sasuke…" I sounded almost dim-witted compared to his tone.

"Haha, Itachi, your wrinkles have grown I see…" He gave an almost invisible smirk.

"Maybe so, but you got taller, not that same little boy I used to give piggyback rides…" Sasuke's voice sounded so different on the phone, not as frantic; more evidence that he was lying.

"Well I was not going to get shorter Itachi."

"Of course, will you accompany me to my new house little brother, I would love to have dinner with you."

"Fine by me…"

I walked over and grabbed his hand counting his natural pulse while doing it. I wanted to know at what speed it was when he was lying and when he was telling the truth. I am way too nosy…

I gave him a quick hug and saw Sasuke pull his hand from mine. That's when I saw burn marks.

I pulled him in to my house and hurried in with him and pushed him down into a wooden chair.

He still was quiet.

Time for the first test.

I picked up to beer and set them down onto the table.

"Would you like one brother…?"

I opened up mine and took a drink of it watching him.

Then I realized my mistake, teenagers are definitely not that stupid to fall for that.

"Very funny Itachi… You know I am only 16…"

I smiled trying not to let my mistake show.

"Of course, what would you like to drink Sasuke?"

"Water, please, brother…"

I picked up the beer and put it back into the fridge.

After that I picked up a clean glass and filled it with water and handed it to Sasuke.

"So Sasuke how is school?"

Sasuke took a sip of his water slowly as if thinking for a good answer but he just settled with "Good."

"I looked your parent's number in the phonebook but I could not find it. But then I saw your name spelled backward in it, what is up with that…?"

Sasuke didn't seem to have a huge book of excuses in his head and was trying to answer quickly so it didn't seem to infer that he was lying.

"Well, my friends and I thought it would be funny and then they would be the only ones that knew my phone number. And for my parent's phone number not being there, well, my mom said they she didn't want to put in there so prank callers could not call them."

I had to stop myself from shaking my head. Sasuke told me that his mom was really sick and this phonebook was just published yesterday. So how would she be able to say that? Get you stories straight little brother.

"Sasuke you know you can tell me anything…"

I saw a twitch mar his pale detached face.

"Itachi, I hope you're kidding. Do you really think I could trust you like before when I hardly even know you…?"

I had to fight the urging to cry. I know that it's pathetic, but that's how much those few words hurt me.

"Sasuke, you knew I had to go to collage…"

Sasuke quickly retaliated.

"That's not the point Itachi! You left me with two strangers all by myself!!"

"Please Sasuke calm down, it was wrong, but if you want you can move back in with me…"

As soon as Sasuke realized he had yelled he closed himself off again.

"No, I'm sorry for yelling at you…"

"It's ok Sasuke…"

Sasuke looked at the door and then back at me.

"I think I'm going to leave, I'm just going to get some take-out…"

Sasuke went to walk to the door but I grabbed his hand.

"Sasuke, please just let me walk you half way at least…"

"Fine…'

I grabbed my jacket and walked out the door with my small, in my opinion, fragile but daunting younger brother.

We were walking down an ally alone and to me it was crazy, but Sasuke didn't look worried one bit.

Half way through the ally a small gang came out with some pipes and a couple triggers…

I stopped walking but Sasuke kept going.

"Come Itachi…" He spoke with his spiteful voice.

I walked close to him till I felt a pipe hit the back of my head and fell to the ground.

I put my hand on my head feeling the sticky red liquid come from my head. I wonder how many brain cells I just lost from that…

I looked up to see Sasuke glare and scowl at the men and reach for his pocket.

"Sasuke…"

"It's ok Itachi just look away…"

I couldn't even if I tried.

Sasuke pulled out a brand new handgun with our old family symbol hand carved into the base of the gun.

Red light flashed in front of me from probably the most expensive explosive gun powder in the whole world.

I heard screams of pain and saw blood splash onto the grey brick walls around us.

I looked over only to find 4 dead corpses' with bullets in there heads and one man rolling around in pain from being hit in his shoulder. His cry's quickly ended when Sasuke shot him again…

I laid there on the ground in shock. I never thought I would encounter such insanity from my little brother or anyone in a sane state of mind.

"Are you ok?"

I couldn't move, I swore I was paralyzed.

"Sasuke, what did you just do?!?!?"

"I just killed a guy who hurt you numb-skull…" He said raising an eyebrow.

"That was no reason to kill them, you idiot, I could have been fine on my own without you shooting them!!"

"Hmp, well I'd like to see you do something about it, you would probably let them kill you…"

Sasuke started walking away lighting a cigarette as he walked.

I got up and ran after my insane little brother.

"Where do you think your going…?"

"Going home…"

"Hell no! You're going to report this to the police!!"

I heard Sasuke crack his slender fingers as he turned around and the next thing I knew I had a fist in my face.

Kabpow!!!

When I woke up this morning I was wondering where I was, and then I saw the grease stains on the horribly painted walls and the family photos scattered through out the room. My house. Then it finally clicked into me like trigger on a gun what had happened last night. Then I glanced over and looked straight over to my little brother sitting on the couch multitasking, sharpening his silver knife and watching the game on TV at the same time. I quickly turned around bright faced ready to yell at him till I was interrupted by his bored but smooth voice.

"You hungry…"

I just said yes, I was actually starving; I was the most horrible cook I'm surprised I could make eggs.

Those pitch black eyes like a puppy's but still as hard as a stone; they remind you of tar that was sleek and shining on a cold winter's day. You could not help but to say yes to every thing that came out of his perfectly fine pink lips.

He went into my icky dusty kitchen since I usually feast on fast-food I never bothered to clean it since I got here, and actually came out with an appetizing meal like in a restaurant, like mom used to make.

I stared at the plate looking down when he put it in front of me.

"Are you going to eat? I just made that for you after all nii-san…" Sasuke said with no humor.

Of course, I looked up to him stuttering like I was a little kid who just got his pants pulled down front of a whole class.

"Sorry…"

He looked he looked at me with disgust and went back to his seat picking up that deadly knife again.

I started eating afraid like a little baby wondering if my little brother would really hurt me…

When I was done I quickly went over and sat on the same couch keeping my distance from him ready to bombard him with questions.

But suddenly he just looked at me and pulled out his gun.

"Don't ask anything; just enjoy this while you can, because as soon as you feel better, I'm gone…"

"What do you mean?" I asked trying not to look into his eyes or at the deadly gun pointed at my head.

"GONE…" he repeated

Like a child he turned back to the TV with his arms crossed gun now pointing at his own leg. So childish but very threatening.

"You're going to hurt yourself Sasuke, you are pushing fate pointing that thing at your leg already…"

Sasuke looked at me pouting cutely but I could admit he's not a child anymore after all he just killed 5 men.

Sasuke unknowingly got up to go to the bathroom forgetting his finger was on the trigger and tripped. That same accursed sound blew through my ears and Sasuke's cries were heard. I thought of the young little Sasuke, the one who was bullied, the one who cried on his birthday, the one who smiled everyday unless he was pouting, It's like somebody replaced my beautiful little brother with some horrible teenage villain who killed without a second thought… This is not my little brother, because if it is, it's my entire fault.

I left him alone with strangers at 7 after are parents were killed by a well known gangster, and I almost forgot about him during my schooling and made him into this man, a man without a smile, and the only thing he showed now was a detached smirk.

I got up slowly picking up my once threatening brother and placed him on the couch. No tears fell down his perfectly molded face.

Only hisses of pain flew through his fine drawn lips. He looked like he wanted to cry but felt like he couldn't shed a tear, his eyes wear dry.

I took his weakened body to my advantage and grabbed the gun and put its safety on and shoved it into a drawer. I walked back over to Sasuke and pulled the switchblade out from his belt. I stuck that also into a drawer and closed it with a lock.

I started taking off Sasuke's shirt. I needed to strip him of all these damn weapons even if I had to strip him.

I through it off to find a bulletproof vest and a small blade tucked into it. I whipped off the heavy vest trying not to cry as I did. A 16 year old should never have to do this to keep himself safe. So many weapons on somebody who used to be so innocent. The little boy I loved with all my heart, turned, turned into a cold-hearted scared teenager who has never cried since he was 7. How could this happen to my lovable younger brother. My prized obsession. My little brother.

When I was done removing the vest, I turned away. So many scars covered his pale chest one in specific over his heart. Also hickie's laid themselves over his neck and chest. I moved down to his pants and quickly through them off. One last blade was attached to the side of his thin pale muscled leg. I grabbed it and through it across he room. I walked away from Sasuke to get the bandages and disinfectant. He struggled to get up to receive his weapons only in his black tight boxers, but fell onto the cold hard floor.

I went back over to him and picked him up and lifted him to my bedroom. I gently laid him down on my bed.

As I wrapped up his bandages I wondered what thing could drive a boy into this. I am positive Sasuke could not acquire these weapons on his own. When I put the sheets over him he seemed delirious from his blunt stunt. But out of everything that had broken my heart that day, it was the deep cuts that when up his whole arm and how fresh cut were right next to the forbidden vein that could end his life.

I'm so sorry Sasuke, my beautiful kid brother, my fixation, my delight, and my life, who or what made you turn out like this? Was it me? If it is, I will happily give that gun back to you so maybe you could end my life. If it's me please kill me…