Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. This wonderful anime is the product of Masashi Kishimoto's work. I respect him for this. This fanfiction is based solely on my view of the 'What Ifs' of the series.

AE: Hey! Sorry to have sounded so serious in the disclaimer. But anyway, this is my very first fic! I hope that you'll enjoy this. If not, just give me a whistle, I'll do my best to satisfy you. Enjoy…

Five years after Sasuke left…

Blood…Uchiha blood…splattered everywhere…

His eyes…who?...Brother?...

Why?...Why?...Why?

His dark voice…His unsmiling

I needed to test my strength…You're not even worth killing…foolish brother

Hate me…Despise me…and survive in an unsightly way…

The Mangekyou Sharingan looks him in the eye….A scream…

Sasuke awakens from the dream. A dream that has haunted him ever since he left Konoha. He left in search of power. The power to avenge his clan. The power to destroy his brother, Uchiha Itachi. The power to revive his clan. Little did he know, the power was right back in Konoha.

Sakura was sleeping so peacefully. She was dreaming of how happy Sasuke would be by her side. Not aware of the shadowed figure watching her, she moaned his name" Sa..Sasuke-kun" The figure stepped into the moonlight showering her bed. Uchiha Itachi. Her long pink hair was spread on the pillow. He bent beside her, hoping to get a closer look at the beautiful flower.

She was wearing a silk nightgown that reached the top of her knees.She had definitely looked more beautiful and mature than the last time he looked in on her. He tucked a few strands of her hair behind her ear. Her thin lips had grown full and luscious. They were as pink as her hair. His little Cherry Blossom had bloomed into a full flower. She was no longer the fragile bud that hid herself. No wonder my foolish brother chose this one. Wonder what about dear Sasuke is she dreaming. She moves a little, feeling his hand. Her eyes open wide with the figure in front. She grabs a kunai under her pillow and tries to defend herself. She slashes at what was left of the shadow. "Where are you aiming at, little flower?" he said darkly. He was standing at the other side of the bed by the window. "What do you want from me!" she asks. She was afraid. For the first time in years.

Gomen about this short one…I had to go to bed…I'll make up for it on the nxt update..