A week passed. Sasuke's excitement rapidified. He would mark Danzo's death day on his calendar, and celebrate his funeral with cake and music. Today was the day that a thousand tragedies would be prevented, with Danzo's death.
He figured out the reason why Sayu and Kushina hated him so much: Sayu was a former Root ninja (which explained a lot), and Kushina was nearly a Root ninja. Neither of them saw killing Danzo as betraying Konoha, but rather liberating it.
They would strike around 3am, when Danzo would surely be fast asleep. Kushina had memorised his schedule. He was paranoid, but Sasuke managed to figure out all the traps and manoeuvres surrounding his bedroom and beyond. He would sneak in, slip the poison and get out. They'd find his dead body in the morning. It wasn't too complicated.
Night fell. With every hour that passed, Sasuke felt an amalgamation of excitement and anxiousness. The clock struck 2:58, and he moved.
With baited breath, Sasuke traversed every winding corridor in this man's gigantic house. Honestly, why did he even deserve a mansion? His footsteps were light, fluttering and inaudible, yet he moved with the swiftness of a snake. The Sharingan gave him an advantage in the dark.
Now, the obstacle: Danzo's bedroom door. Sasuke couldn't twist the knob, that would set off a nasty trap. The trick was to not go through the door, but the window. For some peculiar reason, Danzo had a window cut into the wall overlooking the corridor from whence he came. He fumbled with a cool little weapon that could silently cut glass, mapping out a vaguely human-sized square.
He was in. Danzo's breathing body barely made a sound - a result of years of being accustomed to silent, vigilant sleeping. He flitted towards the man, pulling out the vial of poison and propping it against his lips, forcing him to ingest it. It was done. Sasuke glanced at the glass, performing a little jutsu to fix the window. Kushina had deactivated the chakra sensors that littered the house.
Sasuke didn't look back as he made his way out of the now-dead Danzo's house.
Unsurprisingly, their plan went without a hitch. Three of Konoha's smartest planned this murder, and it was flawless. Today was a good day, and Sasuke was in a too-good mood. Firstly, he moved into that fabulous mansion near the Uchiha District. He even made brownies.
Secondly, and more obviously, Danzo's death had been announced, and mourning was encouraged, but the fact remained that almost nobody mourned.
What would happen to Root was still a mystery, however. All of the Root members could barely use the bathroom without Danzo's permission. Sasuke hoped the organisation would get shut down and re-integrated into ordinary shinobi forces, but it was likelier that Hiruzen, being him, would still utilise it without telling anybody.
It couldn't be helped that the more involved Root members would probably try to commit suicide, or run away. Danzo's brainwashing techniques worked in mysterious ways. For everybody's sake, Sasuke would hope for most of the members to be salvaged and live ordinary lives. Then again, when he was faced with immense childhood trauma, he didn't exactly live an ordinary life. It took accidental time travel and another intense goal to ground him to reality.
With Danzo being out of the picture, his mind moved to the biggest remaining obstacle: Madara, who was likely old, weak, dying and vulnerable right about now. He may or may not be trying to influence world history and causing more wars, hoarding that Bijuu statue thing.
Sasuke would try to track him down and kill him, except two big questions remained - where and how? Well, the old fuck would be trying to recruit some poor, weak, impressionable young Uchiha like Obito.
Or like him.
Sasuke glanced at himself in the mirror. Yeah, he could pass for weak and impressionable if he tried extra hard. This was a semblance of a plan. Just as hope for this newfound plan was starting to bloom, Sasuke remembered one itsy detail: that he already killed Nagato and Konan. If Madara wanted to zero in on him, he'd find that out in no time.
Alternatively, he could pose as a different kind of bait, like 'oh look, that Uchiha is too strong and where did he come from' kind of bait. He could see Madara being so self-absorbed and interested enough to approach him by himself.
Plan under consideration. Sasuke's thoughts went elsewhere, abandoning the plan. Kushina was an excellent chakra sensor, and Madara had his grubby hands all over that Bijuu statue thing. Theoretically, she'd be able to sense it, or him, and as a Jinchuuriki, would be suitable bait.
He couldn't consider that plan, on the big chance something went wrong and Naruto's whole birth would be prevented. Naruto was too detrimental to the future to risk. Sasuke brandished a pen and lined paper, scrawling out his plans in an incomprehensible format.
There was one semi-realistic considerable plan: time travel. If the villages were being handed time travel seals that easily, then some chaos-craving loony was distributing them like one would chocolate to children, and if he managed to snag one, theoretically, he could have Kushina (she was a sealing master from Uzushio) modify the seal so he can go back in time and finish Madara off while he was still a baby.
That plan was incredibly assumption-based and almost disregardable. Sasuke shoved his notes away for an afternoon nap in his king-sized bed.
It was fast approaching evening when he received a knock on his door - a knock that woke him up. He scurried downstairs on the off chance it was important, answering the door with his tousled bedhead and groggy eyes. It was important.
Fugaku - his father - cleared his throat awkwardly.
"Hello. May I come in?" Sasuke briefly scanned the interior of his house. It was presentable, and it wasn't exactly like he could tell the clan head to go away anyway, so he invited him in.
Fugaku gracefully sat down on Sasuke's sofa, staring at him a little bewildered.
"Would you like anything to drink? I've also made brownies this morning." He was just trying to be polite, but surprisingly, in a massive show of trust, Fugaku accepted.
"I do like brownies. Just water, please." Sasuke nodded, internally cursing this awkwardness.
He returned with a plate of brownies. Fugaku mildly chewed on one,
"You're a good baker. These are wonderful." Strange. His father didn't normally dish out compliments like that.
"Thank you," he said, and they fell into an awkward silence again.
"So," Fugaku started, "I've come to inform you that the Uchiha know of your existence. They want to meet you." Sasuke's spirits rose astronomically. Today was a really, really, really good day.
"I'd love to," he replied, a bit too quickly, "When?"
"Tomorrow would be ideal. I apologise for the short notice," Fugaku finished off a brownie and rose. Sasuke smiled: a rare, genuine smile.
Note: Okay, so I introduced Yugito before. I'd like your opinion on that please. Do you want her to be Sasuke's love interest/friend or not? Because honestly, I like her enough to make her recurring. Or should Sasuke just stay single?