Inspired by all the really good Itachi stories that have been surfacing
lately and the recent appearance of Itachi in the anime. I'm sure there are
stories that follow this theme, and since I'm a trendwhore, I'm bound to
follow in check. It's not as good as some but I'm no true author, I just do
this to pass time. One shot, by the way.
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I always loved my little brother. He was, after all, a mirror of myself. He loved to mimic me, to try to copy my very style. He wasn't as smart as I was when I was his age, he wasn't as strong, and he hadn't unlocked our family's heritage yet. For a normal member of our family this would acceptable, but I was his measuring stick - he came up short, way too short in our parents' eyes.
I helped him with his shuriken throwing whenever I could. Father was a good shinobi, but he wasn't as good as me. He could teach just as well as I could though, so when I was off doing a mission as my ANBU duties required me to, father would help Sasuke with his aim and technique.
Sasuke's problem was he didn't have the right motivation to be great. He wanted so bad to, but he approached it the wrong way. He fell short of everyone's expectations - they wanted another genius like him - but instead they got an average Uchiha. He needed a dream, something that he could desire more than anything in the world.
Eventually I became curious of my own ability. I hadn't failed a mission yet, even on missions with several people on my own team. I was always there to pick up the slack, to make sure everything worked out just fine. I never found my limits though, there was noone out there to test myself against. I was a measuring stick for Sasuke, but where was mine?
Eventually my thoughts began to conflict with one another. When I was helping Sasuke, I was thinking of ways to test myself. When I was trying to reach my limits, I was also calculating a plan to make Sasuke as glorious as I was.
One particular evening, after I sent Sasuke off to train without me, I had an idea. I figured out how to solve all of my problems at once. It was a beautiful plan, really - only somebody of a genius equal to my own could appreciate the simplistic yet effective power of it.
So I did it. I destroyed our entire clan in the time it took my little brother to practice throwing shuriken. It was a remarkable feat, but it wasn't challenging enough. Luckily for me, it wasn't meant to be a challenge at all.
The genius behind it all should be plain by now, but I'll explain it anyway. One of Sasuke's problems was that he was always compared to me; the only people who did that were gone now. The other was he didn't have the drive or the will to equal me. Now he had all the reason in the world to. I stole his life, I stole his freedom, I even stole his childhood. All in one night.
I set him up to become like me, to solve my problem. Now he would have the drive to equal, or if my luck held strong, even go as far as to better me. I did it for my little brother Sasuke, so he could be a strong shinobi. He had a dream, now. Now he wanted to crush my very existance. I hope the hate in him gives him the power he desires, because otherwise all of this will have been a waste.
This way, everyone's a winner and everyone gets what they want.
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I always loved my little brother. He was, after all, a mirror of myself. He loved to mimic me, to try to copy my very style. He wasn't as smart as I was when I was his age, he wasn't as strong, and he hadn't unlocked our family's heritage yet. For a normal member of our family this would acceptable, but I was his measuring stick - he came up short, way too short in our parents' eyes.
I helped him with his shuriken throwing whenever I could. Father was a good shinobi, but he wasn't as good as me. He could teach just as well as I could though, so when I was off doing a mission as my ANBU duties required me to, father would help Sasuke with his aim and technique.
Sasuke's problem was he didn't have the right motivation to be great. He wanted so bad to, but he approached it the wrong way. He fell short of everyone's expectations - they wanted another genius like him - but instead they got an average Uchiha. He needed a dream, something that he could desire more than anything in the world.
Eventually I became curious of my own ability. I hadn't failed a mission yet, even on missions with several people on my own team. I was always there to pick up the slack, to make sure everything worked out just fine. I never found my limits though, there was noone out there to test myself against. I was a measuring stick for Sasuke, but where was mine?
Eventually my thoughts began to conflict with one another. When I was helping Sasuke, I was thinking of ways to test myself. When I was trying to reach my limits, I was also calculating a plan to make Sasuke as glorious as I was.
One particular evening, after I sent Sasuke off to train without me, I had an idea. I figured out how to solve all of my problems at once. It was a beautiful plan, really - only somebody of a genius equal to my own could appreciate the simplistic yet effective power of it.
So I did it. I destroyed our entire clan in the time it took my little brother to practice throwing shuriken. It was a remarkable feat, but it wasn't challenging enough. Luckily for me, it wasn't meant to be a challenge at all.
The genius behind it all should be plain by now, but I'll explain it anyway. One of Sasuke's problems was that he was always compared to me; the only people who did that were gone now. The other was he didn't have the drive or the will to equal me. Now he had all the reason in the world to. I stole his life, I stole his freedom, I even stole his childhood. All in one night.
I set him up to become like me, to solve my problem. Now he would have the drive to equal, or if my luck held strong, even go as far as to better me. I did it for my little brother Sasuke, so he could be a strong shinobi. He had a dream, now. Now he wanted to crush my very existance. I hope the hate in him gives him the power he desires, because otherwise all of this will have been a waste.
This way, everyone's a winner and everyone gets what they want.