Time months and weeks stand for how much time has passed since the MC became Sasuke.

Got some fluffy brother bonding in this one tee~hee

And internal monologue eeee

Warning; Shisui!, dango(dango){more dango}, Brotherly bonding uwu, Sasuke's crackiness

I do not own Naruto… Yet.

"To understand pain, you must know pain." - Pain(duh, or was it Pein?)

Day 4

I stretched and let out a content sigh, the sun's rays warmed my body and made me sleepy. The blue sky and fluffy clouds loomed above the canopy of trees surrounding the park. This park was next to a training ground, so not many civilians came here, making it for the most part, quiet. Itachi was sparring with Shisui in the training ground currently, the clang of kunai hitting kunai echoed around the empty area. I yawned, sitting up despite my body's protest. Shikamaru was supposed to meet me here today with Choji, so in the meantime, I decided to try to do at least something productive. Using up as much chakra as possible every day would grow my reserves, which I desperately need in the future for my plans. I also took up meditating for 30 minutes a day to build up my spiritual chakra. I stood slowly, brushing off my shorts, and faced a nearby tree. Tree walking was an essential chakra control exercise, then once I got the hang of that, I'd try water walking.

I reached inside of me for that familiar, yet almost foreign energy. Once I grasped it, I directed it to my feet. I felt it try to resist, so I slowly applied more pressure until I had what I think was the right amount needed to my feet. I ignored my surroundings and concentrated on keeping a steady stream of chakra running through them. Taking a deep, calming breath, I placed an experimental foot on the truck. Feeling confident, I placed my other foot, feeling the chakra latch onto the tree. I took a few steps before feeling my control slip, falling on my ass. I groaned, clutching my head, and rolling to the side. My gaze flickered back over to Shisui and Itachi to see Shisui trying to contain his laughter. I deadpanned and smacked my palm into my head violently. Even Itachi was holding back a smirk! "Am I interrupting something?" Shikamaru drawled, making me snap my head in his direction so fast I heard an audible crack. Ah, that felt good. I rolled my shoulders.

He cringed, making me smirk. Hey, If I can't pull off a harem, then I'll be a creepy-ass-motherfucker like Oro-chan. "Nah, I was just trying to tree walk and my brother left me here to rot for someone like Shisui." I waved him off. I heard Shisui squawk in indignation, while Shikamaru just stared, questioning why he came here in the first place. "So Shika-kun, take a seat. You too, Choji." I pat the ground beside me, and they sat down. "Please don't call me that." Shikamaru almost whined. It just caused my smirk to turn into a full-out-maniacal grin. Well, as maniacal as a cute little five-year-old can get. "Anyways, did you have anything, in particular, you want to talk about? Or should we just talk about talking?" Shikamaru tilted his head to look up at the drifting clouds above. "Well, my dad was teaching me how to play this game called Shogi the other day…"

Day 10

Itachi chomped down on another dango, having just finished his fifth stick. "You're gonna get sick Aniki. I pointed out, rolling my eyes childishly when he sent me a halfhearted glare. I don't know why Itachi is so obsessed with the stuff, I mean, it's alright. It seems whenever the sweet was involved he just couldn't hold himself together. I took a bite of my own, chewing slowly. I was only on my first one, and perfectly content to leave it at that. His obsession made me curious to try it out, and I'll admit, it's a pretty nice snack, but that's it. My gaze lingered on the street in front of us. It's like they didn't expect me to notice the whispers and gossip, and the suspicious glares that were thrown our way. The Uchiha were blamed for the Kyuubi attack, which isn't exactly far off but still. It was an Uchiha who controlled it after all, but the similarities end there. My thoughts drifted towards the future. How was I gonna prevent the massacre? Was it even possible at this point? I'm just a kid, and I'll still be a kid when it finally happens. It's not like I could even convince the Uchiha not to plan the Coup D'etat.

I paused, swallowing the dango. Maybe I could save Shisui, but to do so I would need to prevent Danzo from getting his eye. Maybe I should tell Shisui my secret? Or, something akin to that at least. I could bullshit my way by convincing him that I had a kekkei genkai or something to see the future. He could become a missing-nin, and stay far away from Konoha. I blinked, ah, that reminds me. I need to write down all the future stuff in a journal or something, so important details don't slip away from me over the years. I hopped off the stool, landing on my feet, and turned my head towards my precious brother. "Itachi, I'm ready to go home now." First things first, break into the clan library's higher tier shit and yoink some important skills for the future. I'll also check out books and scrolls that are available for me now as well, and pay a visit to the public library in the leaf while I'm at it. I need to pick a class and learn specialties for it.

I'm planning on the same team seven in the future, so I'll need to pick things that compliment the team dynamic. I'm thinking… mid-range poison master with cool swords? Fuck yes. I will have a katana. I also need to learn poison making. 'All in due time'. Is that a quote from someone? Once Itachi finished his dango(surprisingly fast, one would think he would have choked at least once.), he stood and let me cling to him like a magnet on metal. "Hey Tachi', can you teach me how to throw senbon?" I asked, putting on the most charming and innocent look I could muster. Itachi eyed me for a second, before he shifted slightly, showing his decision. If you weren't looking for it or didn't know him, you wouldn't notice. I smirked internally. Bow to my persuasion skills bitch. "Sure Otouto." I snickered to myself, checkmate.

Day 10, afternoon

"Hold them like this." Itachi quietly commanded, taking my wrist and twisting it a certain way. He took a step back and stared, taking that as my cue, I threw the senbon at the target. It slid in a bit, before bouncing off the wood like it was rubber, and falling into the dirt. I stared hard at the wooden target, "This is harder than I thought it would be…" I pouted when I saw Itachi smirk, "If you practice every day, it'll get easier." I mean, duh. That much is obvious, and I've already managed to prick my finger on the damn oversized needle. I can't be doing that when I coat them with poison. I blame my fingers, they are awkward, I miss my adult hands. I mourned quietly while I readied another needle. This time I threw it too hard, and it ended up digging too far into the target, and on the farthest ring.

Frowning slightly, I pulled another from the pouch on my hip. I had gotten it from Itachi, who stopped using it a while ago. Like getting higher tier gear and throwing away the level 1 garbage. Well, my garbage now. It was worn, but not damaged or anything, and it could hold a handsome amount of senbon. It was the general tan color, and small enough to be inconspicuous. My fingers brushed the chain lining inside the pouch when I retrieved it, the material is standard for shinobi weapon pouches so all the sharp and pointy things wouldn't cut through the outside fabric. Even without the chain-link material, the fabric was rough and durable, good enough for the line of work the pouches would serve in. I held the senbon the way Itachi showed me, Steadying my breathing.

Haku could throw them accurately without even trying, that was the skill level I wanted to achieve. Throwing them had to become like second nature, and the lazy part of me just wanted to give up and sleep. For Jashin's sake, it's still daytime! I couldn't be getting lazy and just not train, especially when the shit hits the fan in the next few years. If I just gave up, there's no way in hell I would survive past my teens! Cutting off my train of thought, I threw it again, hitting a little above the last one. I made a small noise of elation before I killed it. I still had a long way to go after all. "Aniki?" I questioned my brother, tilting my head to the side cutely. He was leaning casually against a tree, the luscious green leaves capturing my attention immediately. The trees in Konoha were beautiful and strong. Their leaves were different shades of green, but the most common color was a deep, rich emerald. I'd never seen nature like this Back Then. Kishimoto's depiction of Konoha wasn't far off, but I never knew the village was this damn beautiful, and peaceful.

No wonder everyone calls us treehuggers.

I could recall quite a few things from Back Then, but the more personal ones, like memories before I died, escape me. Whenever I try to remember my mind gets all blurry and I have an awful headache. My adrenaline picks up and my blood starts pumping, and my vision blurs at the edges. Kaa-chan was so worried about me the other day, hehe. You'd think she thought I was dying, and it's kinda ironic that attempting to think about how I died is trying to kill me. At first, I thought I broke my neck on some stairs, but something at the back of my mind is bothering me. The feeling is bizarre and feels almost like dread as if to tell me I'm wrong. I mentally shrugged, ah well, worrying about it won't magically make my memories come back to me, might as well focus on the now. "Hmm, yes Sasuke?" I smiled sheepishly, "How do you throw right again?"

Day 23

I grinned at the things laid out in front of me on the floor of my bedroom. I was an artist Back Then' and drawing was more than just muscle memory. I smoothed out the piece of paper gently, taking the wooden pencil in my hand. Having a mechanical pencil would be heaven, but I guess the normal kind will have to do. I started brainstorming ideas. I could draw Itachi, myself, and maybe even some Yaoi to post around the village. But, who to put in the Yaoi? I rubbed my chin in thought. Maybe a subtle, 'fuck you'?. I felt the evil smile growing on my face, I know the perfect thing to draw.

Time to do a warm-up first.

Day 27

Sarutobi had seen a lot of things during his lifetime. War, loved one's passing away, torture, and any matter of hardships that have befallen the village hidden in the leaves. This…This was something he never expected- that anyone, really, didn't account for. He looked down at the series of 'artwork' laying in a neat line on his desk. Someone had made copies of them by hand and put them in various places that ninja frequent, and they have yet to find who did it. The first was a… very intimate scene between Orochimaru and… Danzo. Apparently Orochimaru was very skilled with his tongue. He didn't know whether this implied something or it was just making a mockery of his former student and the elder. The second was a man in an orange mask and Madara Uchiha, the man in the mask was tied by his hands to a bedpost. The third and final piece was a plant… man playing with himself under a full moon, in a very detailed and frankly beautiful setting in the woods. Sarutobi didn't know what to make of them, there was no reason to take action. The 'artist' wasn't caught, and it wasn't a matter to waste shinobi to solve. He would wait, and if the artist got unlucky and was caught… well, how was he supposed to punish someone in this kind of case?

I cackled evilly to myself once I made it back to my bedroom. I choked on my own spit and ended up coughing, trying to keep it quiet so Kaa-chan didn't get worried. I quickly did a once over of the room, smirking to myself. I hide the art supplies under my bed in a box. I looked out the window, observing that I still had some daylight left. Time to practice my senbon throwing. I grabbed the pouch sitting on my bed and checked my needles, making sure they were all there. Satisfied, I attached it to my hip and slid open the door, making my way through the house and into the rest of the compound.

The Uchiha owned some of the forest outside of the compound, with a couple of clearings serving as training grounds. Once I rounded another corner, I scanned the area quickly to make sure no one was watching. I directed chakra to my feet, dashing for the nearest wall. I ran up the wall and just made it before I lost control. I heaved myself up, then stood, bracing myself for jumping onto the nearest tree. My hands glowed an eerie blue, then I jumped, grabbing onto one of the thicker branches easily, then let myself land on the one below that. Canceling my chakra directed to my hands, I channeled some to my legs and feet, enhancing the muscles. I jumped down, landing and rolling, then stood again leisurely. Sure, I could have left the normal way, but that's no fun. Plus, it helps me practice with the threat of pain and even a broken neck.

I dusted myself off and started walking to the closet clearing. I had memorized the general layout of the compound and the forest, so I could navigate it better. As I approached the clearing, I felt a familiar chakra signature. I was no sensor, but recognizing the chakra of family and friends was something akin to second nature now. I entered the clearing, smiling brightly when I spotted Shisui. He noticed me immediately- bastard probably knew I was there before he saw me- "Shisui! Hiya!" I said cheerily, making him grin in return. "Hey Sasuke-kun, you practicing with the senbon Itachi gave you?" I nodded, "Yeah, that's what I came here to do." He bobbed his head and rubbed his chin dramatically. "Hmm, you know, with all that reading and throwing practice you've been doing lately, you could become a medic-nin." My displeasure must have shown on my face because he started cackling. Now, there's nothing wrong with being a medic-nin, I mean, look at Tsunade. I just don't want to be a support role on the sidelines, and there's no way in hell I could become a good enough medic to be Tsunade 2.0.

Senbon and swords, poison and things that go boom, that's my style. I mean, could you imagine a medic Sasuke? I'd probably be another Kabuto but less gay for Oro-chan. I stretched my neck muscles, "I don't want to be a medic-nin Shisui, I just want to be able to paralyze my targets with the senbon, then give them a slow and painful death." He clapped his hands and assaulted my hair, making me squawk in protest. "Aw, there's my little ninja!" I fought the hair ruffles and glared at him, making him beam. "Anyways, I need to practice now," I said dodging his hand, making him pout. "I'm so close to corrupting you without Itachi to interfere, stop fighting and just accept it." I feigned hesitance, widening my eyes, "But I don't want any cookies." Shisui was understandably confused but was still smiling anyway, though unsure. Oh yeah, no one would get any of my references. It's like an inside joke but with only yourself, but whatevs.

I don't care if people start questioning my sanity, we're ninja after all. I made my way over to a worn target, there were a few in this field, but it seemed only Shisui for the most part trained here. I opened the flap of the pouch, taking three senbon. Placing them between my fingers, I moved to the side, and flicked my wrist, sending the needles towards the target. I grabbed another and threw a needle at the third, redirecting its aim and making it dig into the ring above the target's center. The first landed a bullseye, and the second hit just above that, making a neat column of senbon on the target. I felt myself grow in confidence, I had gotten a pretty good handle on senbon in only a couple weeks. Practicing almost nonstop had helped a ton, and improved my aim and speed considerably. I heard Shisui praise me, coming over again to ruffle my hair. I hissed at him and dodged, but I couldn't stop a smile from forming on my face.

"It's too late to regret. Reality is just cruelly moving forward." - Obito

"Love is the reason why there is pain." - Pain

So yeah, second chapter, boom.

Fun fact; The fourth Kazekage is a terrible father, though I'm sure everyone who didn't know agrees anyway.

So you can expect 'Sasuke' to dabble more in those drawing skills of his, adamant to fuck with the people of Konoha before he leaves. So yeah, he will become a missing-nin at some point(or is it nuke-nin?), Oro-chan-san's not gonna give up easily.

That's not to say Sasuke is evil, he just has a special brand of madness.

Don't worry, it's not contagious... I hope.

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