Sasuke grew up with a strict, but loving family in a wealthy district of Konoha. His childhood years were filled with happy memories of his elder brother, Itachi. A genius in his own right, Itachi excelled at all his classes, and had universities calling and begging for him to enroll. But while his relationship with Sasuke had been a good one, with his parents, it was more than a little strained.

His father in particular pushed him as far as he could go, and sometimes beyond. Both academics and sports were important. He couldn't just be good, he had to be perfect. Anything less than straight A's were unacceptable, as well as soccer in the summer, basketball in the winter. It was too much for the boy to bear, and one day, Itachi snapped.

Sasuke had come home from his first day of middle school to find both of his parents dead in the sitting room with multiple stab wounds. Standing above the blood-soaked bodies was his elder brother. He had no words for Sasuke at that time, he had simply looked at him for a long moment before quite literally walking out of his life, leaving him to sob on the floor.

That was why Sasuke went as far as he did during the program. He still had things to do. He still had to find his brother, ask him why he murdered their family, and then kill the bastard himself. But even though he played without mercy, he didn't make his victims suffer, nor did he enjoy killing them. Seeing what Kabuto had done to Ino left a foul taste in his mouth, especially when he looked the other in the face and saw enjoyment underneath the pain.

"Why did you do this?" He asked, voice full of steel and ice.

Kabuto stopped and looked at him as if he had just asked the most stupid, obvious question in the world. He scoffed, pointing a pistol at him. "For the same reason I'm gonna do it to you. To make you suffer. Look at you Uchiha, all the girls throwing themselves at you day after day, not even having to try at sports and classes to stand at the top. No matter how hard I tried, I'd never be good enough, not for a pretty girl like Ino here. I'd never be YOU."

Sasuke grit his teeth, staring Kabuto down like a predator. "And you tormented her just for that?" He demanded. "Who else did you kill? Who else did you torment?"

Kabuto shook his head and laughed. "I killed Haku on the first night, and Konohamaru yesterday around noon. All the little rabbits have been skittish or it would have been more. And before you ask, yes, they did suffer. One suffered significantly more than the other, and you will suffer significantly more than they did. Oh don't give me that holier-than-thou look, Sasuke-kun. You're not the type to hide and wait things out. To have gotten this far, you must have killed."

"That's right." Sasuke said without hesitation. "I still have things to do, so yes. I have killed. But I didn't find enjoyment in it, nor did I intentionally make anyone suffer. To kill people outright is one thing. I'm a killer. But you're a butcher."

Kabuto laughed again, long and loud and shameless. "Yeah. So what? It doesn't matter which one of us gets out of this. We'll both be branded murderers, so I'm gonna milk it for all it's worth. I'm gonna make you, and whoever's left wish the'd never looked down on me. He leveled the gun with Sasuke's knee and pulled the trigger, eyes widening in confusion when he heard an empty 'click'. He had used his last bullet on Yamanaka, and the spare ammo was still back where he found her.

That brief hesitation was all Sasuke needed. He lept forward, bowie knife in hand. Kabuto caught him, the knife grazing against his arm, and then it was a struggle, the pair grappling, each trying to get the upper hand over the other.

Sasuke was in better shape, but Kabuto was goaded by demons of madness. He kicked Sasuke's knee out from under him, sending them both to the grass, Kabuto on top. He sat on Sasuke's chest, pushing down pinning the hand that held the blade while he fumbled in his pocket until he found the piano wire. With difficulty, he got it around the other boy's neck, pulling until Sasuke dropped the knife.

Kabuto took the opportunity to snatch it up, letting the wire go slack. He didn't want to kill Sasuke. Not yet. He wanted to hurt him more than any of the others. "Not so tough now? Are you?" He asked. "Not fun being on the bottom of the food chain, let me tell you. I'm going to enjoy this Sasuke-kun. I'm going to enjoy making you scream, and cry, and beg for death like a bitch. It will be the sweetest music I have ever heard. I think... I'll take your eyes first. That way nobody will be able to talk about those 'deep obsidian orbs' again. Don't worry. When I'm done with you, I'll give Uzumaki your regards."

Sasuke tensed up, jerking his head back as Kabuto came after him with the knife. He moved in time to avoid losing in eye, the tip of the blade scraping along his temple, opening a shallow cut. It was then that he noticed something. Kabuto was bleeding from his side. It was still new, so it must have been from when he attacked Ino. Grit his teeth and punched the wound hard, making Kabuto yelp. He punched it again and again until he was able to roll on top of him, reclaiming his knife.

He stared down at him, a predatory expression on his face. "This is for Haku." He brought the knife down into the right side of Kabuto's chest, dead in the middle of his lung, and twisted. "This is for Konohamaru." He stabbed him again, this time in the left lung, twisting the knife viciously. "And this is for Ino." He twisted around, stabbing Kabuto between the legs. Once, twice, three times.

He stood up then, looking down at the other boy writing in agony, making gurgling noises as he began to drown on his own blood. "It's not fun to be made to suffer. Is it?" He cleaned his knife and put it away, watching Kabuto until he choked his last breath. Sasuke turned and left then. He still had things to do.

6 students remaining.