A/N: YES! 10 Chapters! And EXCTEMENT for this, for this was hal written a long time ago, part of it written at work as I waited for the compactors to cycle through ,and the rest copied for the manga * sweatdrop*

Yes, you read that right. The second memory was copied almost directly from the manga, because I didn't feel like writing it new and trying to call it my own. ITS NOT MINE SO DON'T TELL ME Im WHATEVER THAT WORD WAS AGAIN! PLAGERISING OR WHATNOT CAUSE I DON'T CLAIM THAT BRILLANCE IS MINE! Although everything else is, except for obvious Naruto charecters.

The only difference is that it is written in Madara's point of view! Both memory sequences are written like that. The non italics in them are the non memory Tori and Madara conversing, or thinking, or whatnot. If its confusing, please let me know!

If anyone is ever out od character I apologize, for its been a while since I have read and watch Naruto minus fanfictions, and fanfics depicted everyone differently. Sot there.

Please read and review! Thanks to kittykat6625 for keeping this alive!

I awoke to hear the door open quietly, Tobi entering with exhaustions and anger almost boiling off of his frame. He tossed the mask into the corner of the room, his eyes on the floor in front of him as he moved the wooden chair and sat in it, his legs sprawled out as he let his head dangle off of the top of it. He sighed, closing his eyes as his tense frame seemed to vibrate, and I almost expected his power to start crackling. I sat up a little more in bed, concern etched on my features as I pulled the blanket around my shoulders in an attempt to warm myself. The snake hissed slightly at the movement, and Tobi's eyes snapped open at the sound, his eyes locked on something around my wrist. I glanced down to see the clay snake, and I almost growled, but then I glanced at Tobi, more interested in what was bothering him.

"What's wrong, Tobi?" I asked, moving towards him slightly. He sighed, closing his eyes and running a hand through his hair so hard I though his scalp would bleed. I moved towards him again, my curiosity peaked, and I was at the foot of the bed when his eyes opened locking onto me with their swirling crimson depths. I froze my eyes wide as he started to speak.

"I am an old and tired man. I have seen things that would kill a weaker person. I have loved and I have lost, I have lost so much that I wish I was a weaker person, so I could have my grief, I decided to become foolish and stupid, and do things that have hurt me, but things whose consequences left me as a greatly respected person. And through a promise I made to my little brother before he died, I have only stuck around this harsh world to search for one person whom, as of late, I have grown very close to."

My eyes widened as something in my mind snapped, and suddenly I knew this person before me, this mysterious Tobi. I sat back on the bed, my eyes wide with shock as I licked my suddenly dry lips in an attempt to speak.

"Madara-san?" I asked, the poison kanji on my neck dissolving into liquid and dripping down my body. I pressed a hand to the spot, my eyes tightening in pain as my body tensed. My hair bled to black, growing out another five inches and falling in front o my face. I barely heard Madara move over to me, catching me and I felt my legs give out from the rush of memories running through my head. The kanji was completely gone, Mitsuko's last gift to me depleted, as I remembered everything clearly for the first time. Tears started to run down my face as I let the memories flow without a hindrance.

A blurred face with dark hair; a whispered name; a deserted street; a smell of bleach; a taste of home; a held hand; a set of eyes; a probing thought; a change of shape; a touch of fire; a name ringing in my mind;

"Ryuu…"

A feeling of dread; a steady footstep; a breath of wind; a change of heart; a whispered conversation; a fire in my belly; a mix of emotions; a dark influence; a betrayal; a steady song; a name repeating in my mind;

"Ryuu…"

A shaft of moonlight; a dark pond; a desperate race against death; a ticking of the clock; a shattering of the world; a death in the family; insanity raging through my brain; a repeated name;

"Ryuu…"

A secret hidden; a changed name; a hidden history; a forbidden book; a fulfilled promise; a cut of roses; a sung lullaby; a hidden demon; a different brother; a flock of birds; a repeated name;

"Ryuu…"

A new presence stands before me, as sudden warmth brought me out of my past and into my present…

I blinked up at Madara, feeling his hand brush some o my hair out of my face. I let my body fall limp, tears still falling out o my eyes, but the flow was not as strong as before.

"I remember everything…." I said, and my eyes hardened and I leapt out of Madara's arms, fury radiating off of me as I remembered what happened to Ryuu. Madara stayed where he was, his body posture grief stricken, as his red eyes locked with my own. I didn't need a mirror to know I was back to my original hair color and crimson eyes. His normally emotionless mask seemed to crack right in front of me, and I saw pain and sadness etch themselves on his face. I stood still, trying to figure out why he was suddenly allowing his emotions to run free, when he stood up, his eyes still locked with mine.

"You killed him!" I screamed, running towards him. He merely grabbed both of my arms, twisting them so that I couldn't reach his face or body, and he looked into my eyes again. I was trying to twist away from him, hit him, anything to stop this rage and grief from striking me down, when he started to speak.

"Please, let me show you what happened." He said, and I froze, my eyes locked into his own. They were like windows to his soul, ancient and ageless, and I let myself be dragged into his memories of that fateful night, so long ago, but so fresh in my mind.

I let myself suck Tori into my gaze, showing her my memories, the memory of the death of my brother, and I knew it would hurt, both her and I. Thinking of the past always did. No matter how long I walk the earth and forget about the past, these memories always dig a stake into my heart. Always. I waited for the stake to move as I looked down at the scene. It may have been my memory, but I never relived this moment. I couldn't change the past, so I didn't try to dwell on it I glanced over to see Tori in her revealed glory, her eyes as crimson as my own and her hair as black as midnight I reached out with a pale hand, asking for hers, for her forgiveness at what I did. She glanced fro me to the people below, who were frozen like someone had pressed pause, and then back at me. I smiled softly, no longer caring about showing her my emotions. She took a step towards me, her hand shyly tucking into my own, and I pulled her into my body, hugging her gently, tightly, and trying to make sure she wasn't going to leave me. I still was going to uphold the promise I made to Ryuu, the promise Tori never knew about, but she managed to worm her way into my heart, breathing new life into it.

She buried her head into my chest, and I felt wetness soak through the thin material. I glanced down, shifting slightly to see her head shaking slightly. I hummed, softly and calming, until she lifted her head, looking at me with calm eyes. I smiled, wiping her tears away with the pad of my thumbs, cradling her head in my hands. She smiled shyly at me, softly, making her face seem like it glowed with a delicate light. I kissed her forehead, letting my lips linger on her soft and warm forehead, and I looked down at the scene, cradling her close to my body. This was the first time I would have someone beside me to know my pain, to watch the truth, the meaning behind my anger at the Uchiha's and the village I had helped protect, all those years ago. She gripped the back of my shirt with her hand, tucking herself against my side as I allowed the memory to unfold below.

. Tori was here. And so was my brother. The two people who actually cared about me, and both are long gone, or so I thought. I slowly sat back and watched the memories unfold, one by one, each more painful then the last….

"Nii-san! Don't do this!" My little brother cringed in front of a younger me, as white as a ghost, pale as a vampire. From my vantage point, it seemed that I was floating above the fight. He was bleeding, and I barely had a scratch. My eyes were crimson, and his were as well, but he didn't have the Mangeyoko. Foolish little brother. I could hear everything, and I was surprised to hear his heart racing, and he was breathing heavily. I leaned in for a attack, and my kunai cut him right across the belly. The storm raged overhead, and I barely paid attention to it. His powers were nothing compared to mine. I smirked as I felt his blood splash my face.

"You are such a fool. I came here on a mission. This clan is getting weak. And you try to stop me? Why don't you go back to your precious Tori- kun?" I said, and I felt satisfaction at seeing him flinch. He never was the one to start a fight. My eyesight blurred for a second, and I cursed quietly. I blinked, and it cleared, but not enough to see the colors of the walls anymore. I never saw the fine details.

"This clan means everything to me! As well as Tori-kun!" I heard my brother yell, and I ducked from pure reflexes. His kunai struck the wall right above my head. I started to plunge my kunai towards his already bleeding stomach when I hit flesh. I heard my brother's body slide to the floor, and I turned off my Sharingan. It was hampering my vision, not helping. He coughed once more, and the gentle red spray landed delicately on my face. I kneeled down to better hear him out of habit, for there was no real need to.

"Nii-san…..my eyes…..take…..my eyes….." he gasped, and I shook my head. His hand suddenly gripped mine, and the strength was unbelievable. I nodded as he coughed again.

"This is going to hurt, brother." I said, and I felt him laugh. Once.

"Not as much as I hurt now." He said, and I smiled. After the process was complete, I looked at my brother in a new way. Everything was so CLEAR! I looked at my brother's face as he started to breathe more raggedly. There were rivulets of blood seeping from underneath his closed and sunken eyelids, and another trail of blood seeping out of his mouth.

"Pro-promise.. m-me …..tha-at ..yo-you…. wi-ll ta-ke …car-re of….Tori-kun….please…" I heard him stutter. I nodded, even though I knew he couldn't see me. He smiled, and he reached up towards the ceiling as if he was touching a face. I felt Tori, the Tori that was in my arms, grip my shirt tightly, anger and grief rolling through her frame. I felt her start to shake, her head tucked into my shoulder as tears started to roll down her face. She reached with an arm towards him, her fingers passing right through his, and her tears turned red as blood flowed out of her eyes. I pulled her away, crushing her towards my chest and resting my head on top of hers as she sobbed into my chest.

"I…I wish that….I…..could…..see her…..one last…time…" He said, and his arm dropped, his face going slack. He was gone; his last breath whooshed out of his body, and I let go of him as I stood up. I looked down at his blood-covered body as I sighed, absentmindedly wiping at the blood running down my cheek.

"Foolish little brother." I muttered, a single tear cutting through the blood, and I spun to the door and I froze. A girl, one I recognized was standing half in the shadows of the door. She looked down at my brother's body, then back up at me. Then she shook her head, Her frame vibrating with emotion. The wind whipped through the room, blowing papers and dirt around, almost curling around me and holding me in place as I could feel her anger in the wind. I stood still, my mask firmly in place, but somewhere deep in my heart a small part of me was crying to make her understand. To make her feel what I felt.

"I saw it all….How could you, Tobi? HOW COULD YOU?" She screamed, and I stood frozen, shocked. I made no move to quiet her, and I watched her run away, out into the raging storm that was the weather. I walked calmly form the house as the neighbors ran over, but they stopped short when they saw me. Tori ducked and weaved into the crowd, and I lost sight of her. I started a mental list of ways to kill the clan with my kunai as my anger slowly rose. I wanted to find Tori and make sure she understood what I did.

" Madara, what happened?" they asked. I ignored, them, my eyes on the girl that was paused on the outskirts of the forest. She glanced back at me, the wind pulling at her to run into the woods. She touched her necklace, ripping it off her neck so hard a line of blood formed from the new wound. She clutched the locket in her hand, her eyes angry and crimson. She opened the locket, energy spinning and being released to create a portal. I darted forward, trying to get to her, but the crowd moved forward, pulling me back, trying to get me to explain myself, the blood on my face. I pushed against them, but the weight was too much. She stepped through the portal before I could reach her. I let my hand drop as my anger reached a new level, and

"TOORRRIIIIIIII!NO!" I cried, and the people steeped back, afraid. They formed a tight circle around me, and I glared at the two closest to me. My parents.

"Kuso! You all are too weak for me to care. Go on with your mistakes for lives. See if I care. But you will not drag Uchiha Tori or I down with you!" I said, and I ran forward, drawing my katana and cutting through the now startled and frightened members of my clan. They were young, weak, not worthy of the Uchiha name. They kept me from fulfilling my promise to my now dead young brother, about his lover. The world blurred to red and black, the bodies black and the blood oh so crimson in my gaze. I turned dead eyes towards a young child, striding confidently towards it with my dripping katana raised for a killing blow.

My eyes widened in shock as I saw Mitsuko, my mother, the Matriarch of the Uchiha's, impaled on my blade instead of the child I was aiming for. She smiled, reaching out with a trembling hand as she caressed my face tenderly, and I fell with her to our knees, cradling her body as blood flowed out of her mouth and down her chin. She coughed, expelling more o the life giving crimson liquid, and it joined Ryuu's blood on my face, mingling and trailing down my chin. Another tear trekked through the blood, a stark comparison of my pale cheek to the crimson of the blood. Her eyes fluttered as she struggled the breathe, my katana still stuck in her chest. I gripped it and gently pulled it out, throwing it away as I gripped her eyes, brushing strands of her hair away from her face. She smiled again, her eyes locking with mine.

"I will leave you with one last gift Madara, my son." She said, and she coughed again, expelling more crimson. It stained her pale blue dress, and I told her to rest, she would be fine. She cupped my cheek with her hand, her arm trembling with the effort it took her to lift. More blood flowed from her wound and her mouth as she struggled to finish her statement.

"Tori will not remember what has happened here. Her powers will be suppressed as will her vampirism. She will not die, for she is truly an immortal, but you must find her and keep your promise to your brother, and she will be even harder to detect for she will be human until you awaken her from slumber ." she said, and she looked upon her eldest sons face one last time, her eyes flicking towards the huge pale moon behind him, and her breath joined Ryuu in death. I screamed in anguish as everything I knew, everything I loved, left me, and I knew that it was my entire fault. I destroyed the only life I knew, the only chance I had at happiness because of my jealousy.

The memory below faded in darkness, but Tori looked behind me, her interest in my memories growing, and I glanced at what she was looking at. My horror grew as she moved us towards it, and I made it fade into darkness as I turned her head to look at me.

"I never knew…." She said, and bloody tears still trickled down her cheeks. I wiped at them, gripping her around the waist so that she was tighter against my body, but she still looked towards the darkened memory.

"Tori, do you really want to see what grief did to me?" I asked, and she glanced back at me, nodding, and I sighed, brushing hair out of her face. Her eyes closed at the movement, and I almost snatched my hand away before I remembered that we were both broken creatures, both looking for comfort. I allowed the memory to spring up, keeping her close to me as my pulse sped up in anticipation.

We were again floating above the scene, observers of the distant past.

"Itachi….." I crooned through the darkness, my eyes alight on the 13 year old in bed. He sat up abruptly, his hand wrapped around a kunai he had under his pillow. I smirked slightly as I moved out of the shadows, catching his gaze with my Sharingan activated. He stopped moving, his hand falling limply to the bed, the kunai dropping to the wooden floorboards. It clattered nosily, but I knew no one else heard it. I had the entire room silenced through one of my oldest jutsu's. No one would hear what was conversed unless I wanted them to.

His own gaze faded from deep onyx to crimson, but it was not in effort to dispel me, but because of my asking. The lines on his face aged the young boy years beyond 13, and I sighed as I thought about the clan, and how power hungry and weak it had gotten.

"I need you to help me." I said, and he nodded, mechanical and stiff. He got out of bed, dressing himself in his ANBU gear, and I nodded my head in approval. One clan member was worth saving, apparently; not everything was lost to time. He had broken eye contact to change, but I didn't need to stare him down to keep him under my control. In all reality I could have left to search for Tori more, but I wanted to see my revenge being preformed, assessing the sole Uchiha's skill levels. If he was worthy, I would change him myself, add him onto my quest for the last female Uchiha. I followed him out of his room, my eyes watching his form flit from person to person, bodies littered in his wake as crimson splashed against the bland black and white of the walls and floors.

We were outside suddenly, the Uchiha clan emblem being splattered with additional red, drips running down the rough stone as Itachi cut through weakling after weakling. I smirked, laughter ringing through the complex as the screams of the dying died down to quiet gasps as more and more people died. I felt another Uchiha, the youngest, running towards the complex, and I followed Itachi as he walked into a large room, his mother and father already inside and prepared for assault. Their eyes widened in shock as he walked in, tiny splotches of blood dotting his young frame, and his eyes narrowed on the weapons they had.

"Itachi…?" his mother asked, and he moved forward, slicing her throat, and he blocked a blow from his father, slitting his throat as well. They fell to the ground, life blood flowing and pooling around their cooling bodies as the youngest Uchiha paused outside o the room. Itachi waited, stepping half into the shadows, as the door opened. The youngling stumbled in, confusion and grief etched onto his features. I tched in disgust; not even the young of my clan was worth keeping alive.

"Itachi?" the young one asked, and I shook my head, crossing my arms as Itachi's head turned slowly and methodically towards his brother, his eyes alight with crimson and locking onto his brothers tiny from.

"Brother! Mother and father are….how? why? Who would do such a…."the youngling said, his voice dripping with fear and confusion. A shuriken was thrown towards the tiny body, and I tensed with anticipation, to see more blood flow…but the weapon buried itself in the wood behind the boy, a slight cut opening up on his shoulder. My eyes narrowed as I looked at the prodigy before me, distrust being seeded in my heart. Itachi closed his eyes, sighing.

"Foolish little brother…." He said, and I heard his eyes readjust, and he opened them wide into the Mangekyo Sharingan. I smirked at the little body before us fell to the ground, the eyes wide and tears pouring as they stared sightlessly at me. I crossed my arms silently; grinning at the pain the youngling was forced to bear.

It was a little while longer, that the body moved, weakly trying to get closer to his big brother.

"Why ….did you…" he asked, and Itachi paused, and I snapped to attention, intensifying the control I had on the older brother. He shook his head slightly, his eyes locking onto his brother form as the blood at his feet started to congeal.

"To measure my capacity." He said, his voice void of emotion, smooth monotone quietly reflecting off the stone walls. The youngling started to shake, almost invisible to one who didn't have the Sharingan.

"….measure your capacity….." he said ,and his eyes moved slowly from his brothers feet to his parents bodies lying in pools of their own lifeblood.

"You killed them for that?" he asked, and I narrowed my eyes on his lithe form, my anger spiking. This kid might not be worth it if he kept up the 20 questions. It was really starting to get on my damned nerves.

"I had to." Itachi said, his eyes dulling and flicking towards the floor. He stood absolutely still, my control over his 13 year old body flawless. The little form stood up, staggering slightly from the side effects of the Mangekyo, but he ran towards his brother with tears streaming from his eyes, shouting in anger.

"Whats wrong with you?" he screamed, and he was suddenly on the ground, staring his long dead parents in the face, as his tears were started anew. He darted towards the door, fear rolling off of him, and both Itachi and I moved after him, Itachi standing in front of him while I observed from a roof, my eyes alight with interest. The youngling stopped, his breath coming in gasps as his eyed widened in fear for his life.

"Its not true! My brother wouldn't do this. Because…." He said, and Itachi watched him with cold eyes, but deep down I could feel him trying to break free of my hold. I sighed, letting him do what he wanted with his sibling, for he killed everyone else that was poisoned by the remains of the Uchiha clan after I left was young enough to have been kept from their lies.

"Pretending to be the kind of brother you hoped for….was to determine your ablity." He said, pausing as he took a breath.

" You'll become the one through whom I can comfirm my ability. You have that potential." I stirred, moving closer to the brothers, my interest reaching a new height. My assumptions were correct; Itachi had kept his brother from the lies as much as he could. I smirked at the thought o the last three Uchiha's; they would do nicely to help me find Tori. They have great potential.

"You've felt anger and hatred towards me. You've always hoped to surpass me, so Ill let you live…for my sake." He said, and I felt triumph from Itachi's form. I sighed, smirking still, as I let him have his say. This was a threat towards me, but he didn't know how powerful I was. I would kill the little whelp if he tried anything.

"Just like me, you have the power to awaken the Mangekyo Sharingan. But there's a catch….." Itachi said, and my eyes narrowed on the small form before Itachi. He had that kind of strength? Could have fooled me.

Itachi's head bowed as he took a single step towards his brother, which made the flighty little thing flinch in fear.

"You have to kill….your closest friend." He said, and I smirked, watching the youngling reaction. Everything was quiet in the courtyard, and I saw shock mingled with fear flit across the youngling's face.

"Just like I did." Itachi added, and the younger brother took a step back as his tears paused in their flowing.

"That was….you." the young one said, and I watched, my interest fading away as news I knew of flowed between the brothers

"You…killed Shishui?" the youngling said, and Itachi's eyes hardened as his body tensed.

"And now I have the eyes." He said, and the youngling's eyes widened as he remembered the effectiveness of Itachi's new jutsu.

"In the Nakano Shrines main hall…..under the seventh tatami mat from the right there is a clans secret meeting place." Itachi said, and I leapt off of the roof, trying to intensify my hold on the prodigy. He struggled against my control, fighting to overthrow me, and the fight cost me energy and information I didn't want the youngling knowing.

"Theres a reason we Uchiha have ocular jutsu." He said, and I cussed quietly to myself, making sure neither of the brothers could hear me

"The truth is there." He said ,and a small smile formed, as he took antoher step towards his baby brother. I finally wrestled control back, and I stood in Itachi's shadow, the closer proximity ensuring the elder couldn't take control back. I was invisible to the brothers, only a shadow moving. Neither paid any attention to me. Itachi's eyes closed as he started to speak again.

"You…..arent even worth killing. Baby brother, you are pathetic. If you want to kill me, settle for hating me…..hate me and live….like the coward you are! Clinging to life without honor!" he said, and he turned away from his young brother. I knew he was still fighting me, the double meanings in everything he said not even phasing me. I walked beside Itachi, keeping a close eye on him

"And someday, when you have the eyes that I have…." He said, and his eyes shut, switching over to Mangekyo and snapping open onto his brother's form. I turned slightly to watch the youngling as his eyes widened as he got sucked into the technique.

"you will find me again." He said, and we left the village, my control absolute as Itachi gave into my technique. I had no interest with his brother, for he was young and now would seek power.

I let the memory fade into darkness, aware that Tori was trembling beside me. Her grip was so tight I could hear my shirt ripping, tearing from the pressure, and I glanced down. Her eyes were alight with something I never thought she would have. The Mangekyo blazed from her eyes as her emotions ripped through me, her eyes turning on me.

"You had the entire clan slaughtered, except for one whom you took under control, and another whom you traumatized?" she asked, and I nodded slightly, regret oozing out of my body. She closed her eyes as bloody tears flowed for the loss of her clan, the clan she had just remembered. She tried to move away from me, pulling out of my arms with all her strength, but I pulled her back, trying to find a way to tell her that part of me died when she was reborn. She looked into my eyes, her Mangekyo blazing and in the rounded shape of a bird. I blinked, letting my own Mangekyo settle, and her glare faltered as she reached up to touch one of my eyes. I let the eyelid close, reveling in the feeling of her soft fingertips over my eyes.

"Are those…" she asked, and I nodded, reopening my eyes and locking onto hers. My Mangekyo faded away as did hers, our emotions fading out as we were both drained, emotionally as well as psychically. I let Tori free of my gaze, closing my eyes and rubbing them as she did the same, still sitting on the bed.

Silence wrapped around us like a thick blanket, and I felt the bed move as Tobi crawled onto it, his Akatsuki coat flowing behind him like a wedding dress. I giggled sleepily at that thought, my brain a mess of new and old memories blending together, and I felt an arm wrap around my waist, dragging me down to the bed. Tobi pulled me against him, his warm back radiating heat through the thinness of my shirt. I reached blindly for the blanket, finding it and dragging it over top of me. Tobi half shrugged out of his cloak, letting it dangle towards the floor and he pulled the blanket over top of himself, nuzzling into the back of my neck. His hand found the clay snake and it hissed as he gripped it firmly, sucking out its small life force. It crumbled to the bed, and I swiped at the bits trying to get the potentially hazardous stuff off of my side of the bed. I was still in the dress of two days ago? Three? Everything was blurring together as I let my eyes close in exhaustion.