A.N. So, I'm still working around the idea for a thrid part. (How the heck I am going to think of a tie in title, I have know idea.) That would be a long ways off, since this still has a long way to go, but I thought of lots of endings for this one, and none seem to fit well. I like the idea of having a cliffy at the end, But that would require a thrid part, since cliffing my own story would tick me off to know end :D Still thinking though. Sorry the updates for this are so slow. Again. But they probably always will be!

I could hear him be my narrator of sorts, and I could see him in the real picture sometimes, too. The very first thing he showed me - by my request - was his family, and Sasuke, of course. At first Sasuke was nowhere to be found, and I was disappointed. It was killing me to know what he possibly could have looked like, small and adorable. Neither of those words applied to Sasuke on a regular basis, so it would probably be a sight worth the time.

The very first family member I got to see was Mikoto, Sasuke and Itachi's mother. I'd always expected someone rough and ruthless, considering the way her sons turned out, but she was the exact opposite. She was constantly smiling, and she did normal housework and cooking like most non-shinobi women in families did. On the other hand, I'd expected her to be strikingly beautiful, and she was beyond that. Sasuke took all of his pigment from her. Long, silky raven hair that fell far past her shoulders, alabaster skin and gentle, shadowy eyes. Everything she did was like a pattern or a dance, and she was graceful in all of her movements. She didn't look like the type of parent to drill needs for unemotional shinobi into her children's heads. So where did that come from?

Moving on past her, Itachi was silent. Thankfully, he was letting me take my time to just get attuned to the actual people I was learning about. He also shouldn't have been keen on talking about anyone, considering he'd killed them.

The person we came upon next was the opposite, with the exception of some natural Uchiha pigment. Fugaku, I guessed. His skin was a lot tanner, probably where Itachi got his not quite pale complexion. His hair was also more brunette, a dark brown that was almost black, but not inky and blue tinged like Sasuke's or Mikoto's - another thing Itachi must have gotten in his genes. His eyes were the same, and I wondered if there was any other eye color for an Uchiha at all. But to be even more of an opposite from the mom of the family, he never had anything but a distant look on his face when I saw him, matched with a constant scowl. This was where the influence came from - Sasuke had matured so quickly because his mother probably didn't get much say in how the boys would be brought up. This man most likely called it all.

"What about you and Sasuke?" I asked, walking back out through the house. It was weird, walking around in a vivid world in which no one else could see you, hear you, touch you, anything.

"I'll create the image as you go, but there should be a gate at the end of the district that goes outside the village, and into a training spot we found. I think that will be entertaining for you to see." He almost, almost sounded a little amused, and mostly like he was reminiscing about some private happening. Seeing him anywhere would have been fine, but Itachi was controlling things, and he must have been doing this for some of his own benefit.

For once, throughout this whole endeavor of being locked in my own mind, I couldn't stop giggling when I found this spot, adorned with targets where the marks were only on the bulls-eyes. They were tiny! The memory Itachi was nearly two feet shorter than I was, and Sasuke was much, much smaller than that. Beyond their size, adorableness. They looked like miniatures of the men I knew now, and even as threatening, intimidating, and stoic as they were, they'd started out some of the most innocent and playful kids I'd ever seen.

That just made me ache again. What would they have been like had the massacre never happened? Normal, happy human beings…Currently, The memory Itachi was giving the memory Itachi an example on how to hit all aforementioned targets in one go.

"You understand, that no matter what you learn, none of it may be told to anyone. The only people who have knowledge of the events are dead or completely untrustworthy."

He changed the subject so suddenly, I had to get out of my stupor of watching them to really think about it. I only knew two details, and I already wanted to tell Sasuke. Maybe if he believed them, with some regret, he'd give up this whole thing. But I still had a lot more to go. If Itachi didn't want Sasuke to know, then there must have been a reason for it, and a good one. "I won't."

"No, I need some proof that you won't." He seemed determined, too. Like he'd stop this altogether before he told me without my complete trust.

"What am I supposed to do to prove my trust to you? Isn't that something you just give?" I drawled.

"Normally. What's important to you?" He must have thought that if I'd be willing to risk something precious, I'd keep his secret. What would he do, kill them?

I bluffed and listed them off casually. "Sasuke, Iruka, Kakashi, Sai, most everyone in the village…Saku-" I stopped and I'm sure my eyes got big, at least in this mental picture. My normal body and eyes were probably the same outside my brain. I'd come to the conclusion before, but now…"Wait. Let's make it really clear."

"Yes?"

"You…" I swallowed the lump that had unconsciously formed in my throat. I thought I'd been over this, thought I'd moved on, but now the scene was replaying. I could understand a bit more how much Sasuke's nightmares hurt him. "You really didn't…intend for Sakura to die, did you?" He didn't reply. "Be-because, I blamed you for it. In the moment, I thought it was Sasuke's fault. But after I learned that clone was you…" Just another thing I'd need explained. Why was he pretending to be me?

Itachi seemed to fathom what I meant, now. "Sakura was the third in your squad. You, Sasuke, and her." I didn't respond, just waited for him to say something more. Maybe he was thinking about when he was still a citizen of Konoha, and he had a team, or at least a teammate. Maybe he'd lost them. I may have been right, since a sort of sympathy came next. "I suppose this information is barely compensation, then."

"So you'll tell me?"

"…Yes." He added with slight hesitation, and the world faded to white, like I was locked in a cloud. I stumbled backwards a bit. I was in some kind of solid, hollow space that was surrounded on all sides by ivory walls. Something he'd done to the image, but still vivid, and I felt the same sense of vertigo I would have had this been real. "What did they teach you in the academy about clans, in history?"

"Something like, before there were our countries, there were just a bunch of clans warring with each other. Some of the clans whose genetics go strong to this day, like the Hyugga, Akimichi, and Aburame, were clans way back when, too." And that was where my knowledge stopped. I had a feeling the Uchiha could have been a long line, but there were only two of them left. Come to think of it, they never did teach us much about the Uchiha clan, just the abilities that often came with the bloodline.

And to match my words, an image came up. It looked, smelled, and sounded like the outskirts of Konoha, but the village was nowhere in sight. The walls hadn't been put up yet - the land hadn't even been cleared. Itachi certainly wasn't alive then, but he must have thought something up like it, or imagined it. Instead, since I was seeing a birds-eye like view of the place, I saw smaller settlements, tons of them, though evenly spaced apart like territories.

"Konoha, and the surrounding fire country, and all of the other countries were formed because certain clans of similar types acted as militia for smaller countries in a constant war for more power and territory. The first Hokage use to be a clan leader of a clan called Senju, and so was a man named Madara, leader of the Uchiha so long ago." I was right, they really had been that old. I wasn't sure why he was telling me this, or showing me this, but it must have had something to do with it. "If a country hired Senju, then their enemies hired Uchiha, since they were considered the strongest in existence. It became a rivalry among clans, and everyone feared them. In the end, The Senju asked for a truce, and the Uchiha agreed, since both were tired from constant war. Madara was the only one who opposed the Truce, but he went with what his clan wanted. Soon after, our alliance made a pact with the land of fire, and the started the limit of one village per country. Peace came.

The image changed again. The village and it's walls were in construction, and the clans brought into the country were setting up places inside. Some people just became citizens and certain clanships were abolished, but the clans so well known today had their own districts being set up.

"But what does that have to do with…" I began, kind of enjoying the history, but wanting to get to the point.

"There is more." He replied. "The position of Hokage was granted to the man you know as the first, Hashirama. Everyone in the village chose him. The Uchiha's slowly lost there supremacy, and Madara wished to oppose the Hokage, but none would follow him. The Uchiha clan betrayed him, and he left the village."

No other image was coming, but Itachi seemed to hesitate on something before he spoke. "Madara challenged the village, and the First alone. He 'died' in a place known today as the 'Valley of the End.' Though he didn't truly die."

After the words Valley of the End, I was ignoring him, and he seemed to notice. "That place! Those statues!" I tried to shove unwelcome memories out of my head, but besides those, I remembered my inability to name the other statue. "That was Madara!"

"Yes. When the second Hokage was named, he gave the Uchiha's a special position in the clan to show them trust. They became the military police force. However, that wasn't the true purpose. They were trying to distance the Uchiha from government, and have them under surveillance. Some Uchiha's rebelled after realizing this, but it was too late. The Hokage had regained supremacy."

He was hesitating again. A New image came, and it was familiar enough that I could have screamed. It was something I often saw in nightmares, and one in particular when I first slept in Sasuke's house. The war zone from sixteen years ago, with Kyubbi taking lives. I did scream.

"Don't - Don't-!" I tried to back away from the image, but it was quickly gone. Itachi's hesitation was explained.

"The undoing of the Uchiha clan was the Kyubbi's attack on this place." But I was hardly listening. I fell to a sitting position and tried to recover from the usual pain when I saw the same monster that I carried destroying the place I loved.

He waited for me to calm down, and I managed, "Go on."

"You see, Uchiha chakra is the only thing that reigns over Kyubbi. To make more sense of it, if Sasuke wanted to, and knew he could, he could stop the Kyubbi from giving you any chakra, or make you return to your normal self if Kyubbi tries to take over. Uchiha's control the monster - not the Jinchuruki, but the monster."

I nodded, surprised by this new knowledge. I never saw the Uchiha and Kyubbi connected at all. He'd never mentioned anything about being wary around Sasuke, nothing. "Keep going."

"The elders suspected an Uchiha rebellion. They thought an Uchiha wanted power, and was controlling the Kyubbi as an ultimatum. But they were wrong - it was just a freak natural disaster. An attack by an unknowing animal. The council remained suspicious. The Uchiha were closely guarded, and segregated from the population. The Third Hokage didn't want it this way, but the elders and the Black Ops didn't listen. Eventually, the elders' original suspicion became reality…"

I'd already pieced together that reality, knowing enough. "My father led the Uchiha into a rebellion, to take over the entire village."