A/N: Akugitsune328, your Hana SI story is going to be awesome. ArtemisKirara7, thanks for your help. Again. The 'said is dead' poster helped out a lot ;]. I encourage the readers to download one of those posters too.
"Come on Daisuke! We'll have to reach home soon. I want to train with Itachi as much as possible. He'll be home by now.", Sasuke exclaimed excitedly.
"Sheesh Sasuke", I sighed " if it weren't for the fact that we were brothers, I'm sure that lots of your fangirls would be disappointed. He's come back from his mission only today. He's going to be very tired. Let him rest for today. Train with me again today. Tomorrow we'll get a pinky swear from Itachi to train with us. Deal?"
Miffed about the fact that I implied that he was gay de replied," Hn. Today we train. And I'll beat you this time."
"Bro. You couldn't defeat me when I had two tomoe. I highly doubt that you can defeat me with the final stage on."
"Well then keep your Sharingan in it's deactivated state and spar with me then. We'll see who wins."
"I've beaten you countless times with it deactivated too." , I teased smirking.
"That's because you have more muscle mass"
"So what you want me to remove my muscles too?" I asked jokingly.
"I want to defeat a mass that can move. What's the point if you can't move with your muscles removed?"
"That's assuming you defeat me"
Continuing this banter we continued towards home. Sasuke and I are now in our third year and things were still peaceful within the compound.
"Maybe, this time dad doesn't get as mad as the story I knew." I thought.
I'd activated the third stage early this year, when a training session almost turned into a tragedy. We have a system in the clan, where people who have activated a certain type of the Sharingan could spar only with a person of the same eye type. Since I was able to keep my pace against Itachi our 'esteemed' father thought it prudent to set me up against the people who'd activated their final stage of the Sharingan. Those people were tough obviously, but they had nothing on Itachi. I was constantly evolving my fighting style to match the various people who wanted to spar against me, Jonin included. I was up against a hot headed Chunin who'd just returned from his exams and graduated. The dumbo's ego couldn't handle the fact that he was getting his ass handed to him by a third year academy student and launched a fire jutsu was that was incredibly large. He lost control of it and it reached the ends of the small ground that usually Itachi and I use for sparring. My ninjutsu arsenal was limited only to three fire jutsu. The Fireball, Phoenix fire and Great Fireball jutsus. I had all the academy jutsu down too, and have reserves that could rival a seasoned Chunin. My eyes could make out a woman and her child on the road that was behind the bushes that marked the boundaries of the training grounds.
Thinking on my feet, along with applying chakra on my feet for the added speed, I shunshined to the spot and knocked out the lady and braced along with the child with my back to the out of control jutsu. It washed over me boiling hot and unforgiving, but to me the safety of the child was paramount.
"Hey hey, don't worry". I cooed. "It's going to be all right."
I endured the four seconds that the jutsu lasted and only after ensuring that the child was safe did I pass out due to the pain. When I came to, my torso was all bound and the doctor informed me that I had third-degree burns.
My mother was in the room with me along with the woman, her child, Sasuke, my sparring partner – who seemed to be nursing a heavily bruised arm - , Itachi - who was looking at him in a stern, stoic manner - and dad.
The woman, Mitsuki Uchiha, bowed and vehemently thanked me for saving her and her son. I mentioned that we were family and family always looks out for one other and that Sasuke or Itachi would've done the same thing if they were in my place.
"I'm sorry Daisuke-sama. This was the direct cause of my jutsu and I've learnt my lesson."
"None of this sama business Aoi-san. Call me Daisuke. As long as you realize the consequences and are sorry, I am happy. You're forgiven"
Surprised looks were present all round the room other than Itachi who seemed to have a significant smlrk on his face.
"Tch", Sasuke said miffed, passing a roll of notes to Itachi.
My mum not missing a movement scolded," You bet on your brother while he was injured?!"
Seeing the scene in front of me, I started laughing. Heartily.
"Yes, there's not going to be a massacre this time around.", I thought happily.
Oh how wrong I was.
My third year at the academy was relatively peaceful, with Naruto and I consistently earning the last two places at the theory classes and Sasuke, Naruto and I earning the top three places at the field classes. So as a result, we were along with Shika somewhere in the middle. Something, my father never approved of. But I never gave a rat's ass about him.
A few weeks after the end of the mid-year exams Shisui died. Apparently, he committed suicide. This had me sweating bullets. The next day, some police came to arrest Itachi on account of involuntary manslaughter but my father who was head of the clan and held incredible weight within the department, was able to send them off. When he queried as to why they claimed that during dinner later that night, Itachi just got up from the table and went away.
That week the tension at home was really heavy. Itachi was mostly missing and our father had a more severe scowl on his face than usual. That whole week I forced Naruto, Shika and Sasuke to stay back at the academy till it was very late and only when Shika informed us that he had to leave, else his mum would be troublesome, that we parted ways. Each day I walked towards the compound with trepidation and each day I would be relieved at the scene which showed that there weren't any bodies on the ground.
Then, ten days after Shisui died, it happened. We returned from training that night as usual and what got me tense was the fact that the gate guards were lying in pools of their blood. Seeing this, Sasuke gasped and I stiffened.
Activating my Sharingan I turned to Sasuke. "Sasuke. Whatever happens, stay behind me. Stay. Behind. Me. Got it?"
Slowly, he nodded his head. We entered the compound. And my worst nightmares were founded. Bodies strewn about helter skelter. The ground was painted red. Walls splattered in red. The people who tried to fight back were missing heads and/or limbs. One needed to be a different type of heartless to do this. Women, children, old people and I didn't even want to think about the babies.
"Please please please. Lots of things have changed. Please let him have at least spared mum" I thought desperately as we raced towards our house. Reaching, the both of us raced to the main room. I reached first and slid the door open. Our dad was already dead and our mum just muttered something and nodded.
The Sharingan, is a truly highly blessed and at the same time severely cursed eye. I can still remember with stunning detail how Itachi's blade just seemed to slide through her most vital point, her heart; the expression of extreme pain and sorrow on her face; the stoic look on his as he slid the blade out.
At that moment my eyes burned. It was a really intense pain that seemed to express the amount of pain that my emotions were going through at the moment. Instinctively grabbing Sasuke, I flared a huge amount of chakra and faltered. What I wasn't prepared for though, was the appearance of a shimmering blue chakra armour that surrounded and protected us. The chakra drain was heavy and along with the flare, I'd dropped to about half my reserves. From how much Susano'o was draining me I could last one probably one and a half minutes.
"Why Itachi? WHY?!", Sasuke shouted.
"To test my power", he replied.
"Don't give us that bullshit.", I snarled. "You know that I have an abnormally high amount of chakra. I can maintain this for a minute, which should be enough for the closest ANBU patrol to reply to my flare, so don't even think of doing anything asshole."
His eyes swirling in their Mangekyou state, he whispered, "Hmph. Listen and listen well foolish little brothers. Unless the both of you get your eyes to the state which mine is now, you'll never defeat me. Weak little shits."
Itachi then shunshined away. I maintained the Susano'o until the ANBU arrived and passed out. My dreams, if you could call them that, was filled with images of my mother getting stabbed over and over. Each time though Itachi's facial expression would change. In some he'd be laughing like a maniac. In some, he'd be crying. But the end was always the same. There would be a blade sticking out of her back and she would spit a humongous amount of blood.
When I came to, I didn't want to meet anyone. I wasn't prepared for the emotional strain. The sympathetic looks that people would no doubt give us.
"Get up Daisuke, I know that you're awake.", Sasuke said.
I continued to ignore him.
"You snore."
"I don't snore, ass."
"Yes you do. You're asleep when you do so how would you know?"
"I know that I don't snore."
"I need to talk to you about Itachi's capture and execution."
I hardened. That was the exact drive that I needed. I was NOT going to allow my twin to become the brainless avenger that the story I knew portrayed him to be. And neither was I going to be one. Don't get me wrong. I am severely pissed off at that stupid older brother of mine. I just didn't want to kill him. Maim, probably beat him to a pulp but not kill.
I got up abruptly. I removed all of the contraption things that were stuck on my body and motioned to Sasuke to follow me. I explained to the nurse that I had to have a heart to heart with my dear brother and left the hospital. He was obviously curious as to what I was doing, but quietly followed me to where I was leading him.
I asked a shinobi where the closest aloof training ground would be. After getting directions and reaching there, without explaining anything I proceeded to beat the living shit out of him. Oh he tried to fight back. But I kept at it, delivering my most powerful punches, tripping him, kicking him and basically using him as my punching bag. At one point, he just fell. I was exhausted too.
"Gods, the guy can take a punch", I thought to myself.
I sat down next to him panting. We were quiet for a few minutes. Then he asked," Was that a show of how much power I would need to gather before I reach his level?"
"No you idiot. That was for even harboring the thought of mentioning Itachi's execution."
He looked up at me, astonished.
"He's family". I continued, looking at the setting sun. "One doesn't turn their back on family. Even if they turn their backs on you."
With a serious look on his face, then smiling, he replied," Yeah. I thought you might say that."
"But I get dibs on beating the shit to an inch of his life", he continued.
"That's alright with me bro.", I said falling right next to him looking at the sky turn from red to black.
A/N: Yes yes. Daisuke's got the Mangekyo. But he's not going to use it much. At the moment he's powrerful enough to probably give Mizuki a run for his money, whom I would place as a powerful Chunin.