Disclaimer: It would be nice if I owned Naruto, but sadly I only own a copy of books 1-9 (Waah!).
Chapter III: Nightmares
Blood. There was blood splattered all across the floor. A man lied on his back, blood spilling from his mouth and from fresh cuts and slashes, absorbed by his kimono. Beside him was a beautiful woman, but her face was twisted in pain and horror. Her jet black hair was drenched in the crimson fluids. Her right arm was sliced off, blood pooling from the stump. The other hand still gripped a kunai knife. And in the middle of the bloodshed and slaughter was a boy. It was Sasuke, several years ago. Tears ran down his face. Sniffing, he wiped them away with his hand.
"I failed my family." He said. "I couldn't do…anything. And it was all because of you!" He pealed away at his skin, revealing Orochimaru's face behind it. "You can't kill your older brother. Your only choice is to join me!" Once again, he pealed away the face, this time Itachi's face showed. "You can't kill me, you weakling! You coward! You let me kill our parents because of your cowardice!"
It was at that moment that Sasuke woke up. His eyes were snapped wide open, cold sweat dripping all over his face. He took a minute to calm down before pulling his legs to his chest. He looked out his window, where the moon beamed down silver rays of light. The next thing he noticed was his kunai knife was in his right hand, gripped until his knuckles were white. Why did these dreams come back to him? He was doing fine a few days ago…
"Damn," he thought aloud. He decided to get some sleep. He lay back down and pulled up his sweat soaked sheets to his chest. The hand gripping the kunai loosened up a bit. Someday, Sasuke would kill his older brother. Someday, he would get revenge. But was it worth it? He paused, the question hanging there before slipping back into the world of nightmares…