A young Uchiha man stood outside of the courtyard gates. His back against the bamboo wall as he stood as a lookout of sorts. Moments later his elder brother walked out, cleaning his katana off with a clean cloth. Without a word they mixed into the crowd, blending in with the commoners. The deed had been done. Did Pein honestly think that Itachi did now know about his plans to turn his brother into a mere empty shell for him to possess at will? Not on his watch. They had bided their time for over five years. Sasuke was at his prime now, and they both knew of their leader's plan to strike.
Itachi just ensured that it would not happen. It would be a day or so before the body would be found. Now they were on the run from the law, the Akatsuki, and anyone else who wanted to remove evil from the world or gain a profit. From this day forth they would be outcasts, exiled from mankind. And who is to say that this is any injustice to them? Sasuke himself had killed well over a hundred innocent women and children just following orders, his elder brother over a thousand or so had seen untainted blood spilled by his hand.
Walking toward the east gate, leaving the once grand village of Amegakure, they are allowed passage through by none other than the eldest of that small impoverished family. Maro had known from the start of their plans and approved them. He had seen too much suffering by the hands of their corrupted leader and was glad to see his reign of terror ended, even if it was by terrorists themselves. Their horses were given to them by another one of the siblings that lived in the shack on the mountainside; the foodstuffs in their packs was from the twins. Keeping a good friendship and relationship with the family had paid off for the Uchiha brothers, giving them a boost up in starting their new life on the run.
Only a half a mile away out of the gates, a female shriek entered their ears. In the distance, birds flew out of their perches on the limbs of the forest trees. Looks like the female servants had checked in on their master earlier than suspected. Without hesitation the beasts were whipped into a full-fledged run as they fled that evil place. Even through the wind and the rhythmic drumming of the horses' hooves against the dirt ground filled their bodies and flowed through their veins, above all else they could still hear the echoing screams as they rode off towards the mountains, leaving all either of them knew behind as the dust rose into the air.
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