Hello! I know how much I hate author's notes in the middle of stories, so I'm including a snippet from the next chapter and a brand spanking new Omake as consolation.

Anyways, I've been a sad, unproductive human being lately, and I've been working on my art more instead of my writing. And when I do write, it's random extras and new stories I'm probably never gonna finish-

Yeah, I've got a major lack of motivation for writing the wave arc right now.

On an additional note, I also have a mostly completed complete rewrite of the first chapter, for a rewrite of this story that I haven't finished yet…

So the rewrite would be a thing after this story is done, and the rewrite is gonna have a lot more chapters and childhood stuff probably. I'll actually do some productive research for it too, to make it better than eva!

So yeah, I'm not gonna start this story over with a rewrite and scrap this story, since this is a mark of improvement and is basically a guide for the rewrite that is coming..

After this story and it's rewrite I'd probably work on 'Pinwheels are overrated', and start by editing the first chapter then working on the second.

Anyways, here's a sneak peek and Omake!

Sneak peek ;)

Once we straightened ourselves out- Kakashi threatening us with Youthful Training Course 15, the old man Hizruzen made a gesture to let the client in. Once the older man who smelled of booze took a few steps into the room and opened his mouth to make some offensive remark, I smirked. 'I know where this is going…'

"These are the 'great ninja' that are supposed to guard me? They're just a bunch of brats, and the short one doesn't look that bright." The man remarked, taking a swig of the cheap beer, making me scrunch my nose in disgust. "Well, brats, you'll be guarding me, Tazuna the Great bridge builder while I finish my bridge in the land of waves."

Kakashi held back an irate Naruto, sighing and half-heartedly chastising the blonde. "Now now Naruto, you can't attack the client- no matter how disrespectful they are."

"Can't we just push him out the window and say he tripped dattebayo?"

Omake; To the past- again!

Cackling, I retrieved the old, worn scroll from the Uchiha archives, the same one I used what felt like so many years ago. I unfurled it, coughing when I accidentally inhaled some dust particles. Sniffling, I stuffed it in my pocket and shunshined out of the empty clan library, making my way to a training ground on the edge of the village. Glancing around, I called out, "Nii-san! Are you here yet?" I heard a sigh, and Itachi materialized out of a flock of crows and shot me an exasperated look. "You do realize we can't meet as regularly since our encounter in the hotel as it will draw suspicion?" I waved him off, "Psh, its fiiine, no one's gonna bother us out here anyway." he raised a fine brow, before poking my forehead- much to my chagrin. "Silly Otouto" he shook his head, before chuckling lightly at my pout. "Alright, anywho…" I pulled out the scroll, watching as his eyes widened a fraction, before narrowing. "We can't abuse this kind of power Sasuke; tampering with other people's worlds." Grabbing the sleeve of his Akatsuki cloak, I offered a reassuring smile. "I wanted to do this to make things better in a past that we cannot reach in our own."

His eyes lost that sharp look, and I let go, knowing he understood what I meant. "I can't let you go on your own. What kind of older sibling would I be if I did?" Itachi said more for himself than me. "What's happened cannot be erased or changed, but we can help our other selves and loved ones flourish in a brighter future." with that I unfurled the scroll, looking it over while activating my dojutsu. It was such a simple yet complicated jutsu- one that needed someone with a Sharingan to activate. The first time Itachi had done it- not really aiming for a particular destination and we ended up in present time. My lips lifted into a smirk, for I had a certain time period in mind, the era that began this whole mess in the first place. Itachi had gently grasped my arm, the hands holding up the unfurled scroll that began to warp while my eyes tingled. Chakra enveloped the both of us, and my vision twisted to show me a scene reminiscent of a movie format- which is unsurprising, considering I knew only the event from an anime in another life.

I heard Itachi suck in a sharp breath beside me, then white took over my vision, making me screw my eyes shut on instinct. A few moments later the blinding light dissipated, and my senses returned to me. I could smell trees, earth, blood, and sweat… huh? My eyelids flew open and I was met with two very surprised parties consisting of Senju and Uchiha. What seemed like the Uchiha leader squinted at me in suspicion, likely acknowledging me as an Uchiha but never having seen me before- and the Senju guy, who glared at me in open hostility. I grinned when I spotted a young Madara and Izuna, as well as their Senju counterparts next to what I assumed their fathers. "Yes! It worked Itachi, look at how cute the not-so-threatening Madara looks!" my eyes creased with mirth while Itachi stood slightly in front of me, warily eyeing the two platoons. "How do you know my name?" Madara said with a deadly edge to his voice, cutting off whatever his father was going to say. "Cause you are famous and your hair is awesome." was my cheery explanation, giggling at the gobsmacked expressions from both sides.

"An Uchiha that doesn't act like an Uchiha." Tobirama muttered, scrutinizing me while a Senju female squealed and looked at me with wide eyes, "He's so cute!" Well, I was a 13-year-old boy- so I supposed I fell into the 'cute little kiddies' category… one of the Uchiha girls blushed, and I realized that maybe I might have doomed this world with my irresistible physical appearance. Because when someone from a clan full of good looking people fawns over you, you know you are in a tier above the average hottie. The Uchiha clan head's eyes narrowed, "just who are you?" Well, that was an easy question to answer. "Uchiha Sasuke, clan head-ku- Sama." Itachi seemed content on keeping silent, but answered anyway with a polite, "Uchiha Itachi." The man responded a moment later, "There are no Uchiha named 'Itachi' or 'Sasuke' in the clan." my grin simply turned devious, "Ah, but that's the magic of space-time isn't it?" that got a few incredulous looks. "You're from the future?" Hashirama spoke up for the first time since we arrived, ignoring the scowl sent his way by his father. "Yep, isn't that incredible?" I laughed airily, resting my hands on my hips.

"So, we came back to stop you from fighting, simple."

They blinked Owlishly, everyone appraising me with looks varying from disbelief to 'this guy is crazy af.'

"You came back in time to stop the endless war? Do you believe peace between us is possible?" Hashirama asked, growing more excited at the thought. "Yep, in fact, you guys stop fighting eventually, but it just costs more lives and creates a supervillain who wants to take over the world in the process. Not a very good conclusion huh?" Hashiama nodded seriously, "It's a relief the war ends someday, but-" he looked at Madara, "if we can end it here and now…"

"Absolutely not! What about all the Senju- the children, the vile Uchiha took from us! Do you expect us to just forget about them and let their deaths be in vain?!" The Senju clan head exclaimed, the Uchiha matriarch said something similar, basically, both of them were stuck in the past, troublesome.

"If you continue fighting, that number will only grow. I would be wise to put your hatred aside for the prosperity of future generations." Itachi spoke out, his voice clear across the battlefield. I happily noted many of both sides pause and let his words sink in, or at least give them some thought. "Otou-sama, this bloodshed needs to end," Hashirama said sternly, then smiled at his best friend. "Madara, we can end the fighting together."

"Honestly, you and Maddie can stop the fighting once and for all, unlike your fathers. You possess the will and power to do so. Just something to think about." I put in helpfully.

The Senju clan head turned to me with a snarl, "And why should we trust you? For all we know, what you say could lead us to our deaths, the death of the Senju."

All the cheekiness melted off my face in an instant, my features settling into a blank, unsettling stare. The Senju faltered briefly under the intensity in my eyes, even without the Sharingan for emphasis. "If you don't stop fighting." my voice was cold, "Then the Uchiha and the Senju will eventually die out. My brother and I are two of three Uchiha left(Obito is dead to me), and as far as I know, there's only one Senju, maybe another if you count my best friend, though he's more Uzumaki."

My eyes bled into the red pattern of the Sharingan and I cringed at the tingling sensation crawling along my skin. "Our time is about up here."

"Welp." I clapped my hands, serious demeanor vanishing and replaced with my usual cheeriness. "There's one thing I want to do before we go, Nii-san."

Itachi eyed me warily, "Don't do anything unwise Otouto-" the words were barely out of his mouth before I shunshined in front of Madara abruptly, offering a grin and leaping at him. Wrapping my arms around the startled Uchiha in a hug, and nuzzling my face into his cheek, I whispered, "Maddie-sama, a word of advice, don't trust plant men- 'created' by you or not."

"Um, ok?" Madara said, seconds away from incinerating me for daring to touch his bodacious bod. Itachi appeared next to me in a flock of crows when I backed away from the group of Uchiha. He took my outstretched hand and I offered one last wink to my ancestors, and a middle finger to the matriarch. "Love you guys! Fuck you clan head dude."

Those were my parting words as we vanished from the clearing, and not a second later appeared back in the clearing we were before. I gasped as my eyes throbbed, not as bad as the mangekyo I'd reckon, but I definitely strained my eyes using this technique. Though it's kind of unsettling how easily we traveled back in time with such ease with only the base Sharingan.

I paused, then I shrugged, "I suppose they stopped using the technique since it's probably impossible to travel back in time in the same timeline. The sage of six paths could probably do it though…" I mumbled to myself, before shaking my head and trying to keep the bile from rising up my throat. Time-Travel effects were not pleasant.

"Um, Nii-san?"

Itachi quirked a brow, "Yes Sasuke?"

I squinted my eyes, "Could you hide this-" I shoved the space-time scroll into his hands, "Somewhere the Evil lollipop of doom won't find it? Oh, by the way, the masked man isn't Madara."

Before he could ask any questions, I quickly added in, "Future sight powers remember?" I'm so full of bullshit.

He dipped his head, "Of course Otouto… we are having a talk about this later though." his tone left no room for debate, which I responded to with a light smile. "Yeah, I kinda saw that coming."

He turned to leave, probably figuring the time spent here was teetering on foolishness, since the Anbu could find him at any moment. "Wait-" I wrapped my arms around him in a farewell hug, crinkling my eyes. "Stay safe, Itachi."

I felt a pair of arms return the embrace briefly, before he murmured, "You too, Sasuke."

He vanished, just as I heard the rustling of leaves and heavy breathing. Naruto appeared in the clearing a moment later, scowling at me, "Finally found you teme! Do you know how long I've been looking for you dattebayo?!"

Smirking, I shrugged, "Dunno dobe."

"Teme, you were supposed to meet me at Ichiraku's an hour ago! Come on." he grabbed my arm roughly, and started dragging me along with him while I snickered.

"It's a ramen date then."

"Yea- wait a minute… Sasuke!"

"I'm an Uchiha, it's only natural I'm better than you in every way."

Don't worry, Ch. 14 is in the works