A/N: Just another simple chapter. It will soon pick up when I find my footing with this story.

Visions

When you drop any new idea in the pond of the world, you get a ripple effect.

You have to be aware that you will be creating

A cascade of change.
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The next day was as normal as Sasuke could remember: the classes were beneath his capacity and that stupid blond, Naruto, was as stupid as ever. The odd rifts he noticed a few days before no longer gnawed into his conscience. He continued the day as best as he could and practiced his shuriken technique in the school yard.

As he spun the last star, he felt a sharp 'ping' in his nape and the chakra presence immediately registered in his mind. He twirled and grinned massively. "Onii-san!"

Itachi looked shocked at first. Probably because he didn't anticipate for Sasuke to be so fine-tuned with his surroundings. Normally, especially whilst in the midst of training, he could catch his little brother off guard. Could this perhaps mean that he's finally growing up?

Sasuke rushed to him and gestured to the board he battered with shurikens and kunais. "Can you teach me more shuriken moves?" He began to tug at Itachi's pants. "You promised me!"

The elder brother softly smiled before he mussed over his neat hair. "Come with me, then. I'll teach you before mother calls us for dinner."

Sasuke's onyx eyes brimmed with pure joy.

Sasuke openly admired his brother's lithe form as he twirled in mid-air and shot all of the projectiles in his hands. The intricate calculations he quickly did on a whim to change the motion of some of his kunais was unlike Sasuke has ever since before. Within a second, the sound of metal digging into wood echoed in the woods before a rustle of clothing followed.

Itachi dusted off his clothes and looked at all of the targets he had hit – all of them were right on the red mark. His scarlet jewel dimmed from its concentrated state, calming from the rush of adrenaline that pumped through his body at that moment.

"Alright, it's my turn!" Sasuke whipped out his own set of weapons, desperately eager to get started with this regime.

The other Uchiha halted him. "Before we do any of that Sasuke, have you been taught the art of concealment yet?"

He nodded, despite being utterly confused by their sudden manoeuvre off topic.

"Good."

In a split second, Itachi vanished in thin air and left Sasuke pondering by himself in the woods.

"Try finding me," the voice echoed.

Despite concentrating all of his attention to the fading voice of his brother, Sasuke could not precisely pinpoint the direction of his lingering voice. However, a bush from nearby was disrupted by brash movement. A sense of victory tugged at the corner of Sasuke's lips.

His brother was hiding behind that sycamore tree! As he scurried towards that direction, he suddenly stopped as a myriad of broken memories suddenly flashed in his mind. In a faded motion, he saw the outcome that laid ahead of him.

The one hiding behind the tree was nothing but a shadow clone, and he'll be bested by his brother again. While he didn't know what exactly triggered this feeling of déjà vu, Sasuke was sure to trust his instincts.

Itachi keenly observed his brother's movements from a concealed spot behind a shroud of reddened leaves. He made sure he minimised his chakra's presence – making it feasible for little Sasuke to catch him. Although the chances of that happening were slim and close to impossible, given his brother's current feat, he still wanted to challenge him. Normally, an astute Genin would be able to whiff out this amount of chakra he was emitting, but Sasuke has yet to reach that prowess.

His thinned lips arched upwards when his hypothesis came close to realization. Sasuke was heading straight for his shadow clone. Looks like it's game over. His beloved brother has much to learn –

"This is a shadow clone, Onii-san!" Sasuke pointed out in a peevish voice.

It was seldom that Itachi found himself immensely amazed that he was rendered mute. Sasuke was able to see through his cheap trick? That doesn't matter, he wasn't found yet.

The game continues.

Just as Itachi was about to leash his chakra into complete concealment – that even an average Jōnin can't detect – Sasuke's sharp obsidian eyes pierced through his hiding spot and icily made eye contact with him.

Sasuke simply cocked his head slightly. "What are you doing up there, Onii-san?"

Itachi jumped down on the ground and feigned his composure. As he ruffled Sasuke's hair, he began to rummage for answers. His brother was never that sharp. He was still an average child. That being said, he has noticed some discrepancies with Sasuke's recent behaviour. For some unknown reason, there are times where he is extremely cautious of his surrounding it verged on being paranoid.

It was as if he was running away from something.

"How did you know I was there?" He asked gently.

The little boy cupped his chin and contemplated for a moment. The answer he provided wasn't exactly what Itachi expected to hear: "I had a vision!"

"A vision?" he parroted back, quite sceptical.

"Yup. I dreamed about this, I guess."

Once again, Itachi was silenced. While he was glad it was just a mere dream, he did become wary about this. For days on end, Sasuke has been absorbed into the strangest dreams. Is this even normal?

"So, when are you teaching me?" Sasuke suddenly inquired with a soft pout.

The older Uchiha chuckled back and took out a kunai from his pouch.

"Alright. Watch carefully, Sasuke. I'm only going to explain this once."

"Ow… ow!" Sasuke winced.

Mikoto continued to wrap the roll of bandage over her son's sprained ankle. When she was done, she snipped off the remaining bandages and stored it back into her first aid box. With a small sigh, she flicked Sasuke on his forehead. "This is why I don't like you training with your brother. You always get carried away."

"I'm fine," he grumbled back.

"Your father will be the judge of that." Mikoto said simply as she shifted away to finish cutting up the lettuce on the cutting board.

"I'm home."

"Speaking of the devil."

Fugaku entered in the kitchen and immediately made contact with Sasuke. However, instead of giving him the cold shoulder he gave him a small smile. "Have you been training hard, Sasuke?" he asked with a light mood in his tone.

The child could only nod.

"That's what I'd like to hear." The Head of the clan began to sweep through the room for his other son's presence. "Where's Itachi?" he finally asked.

Mikoto's rhythmic cutting ceased. "Shisui dropped by and said he needed to talk to Itachi."

"I see…." Fugaku discarded his flak-jacket and settled down beside his son. "Can you still walk?"

"Yup."

"Good. I was thinking that it's about time that you learnt the Uchiha's signature fire-style technique."

"Fugaku-!" Mikoto tried to protest.

"It's the fundamental jutsu of all Uchiha, Mikoto. Itachi learnt this jutsu around the same age." Fugaku calmly reasoned whilst having his arms folded. "Besides, with the Hokage's new orders, I don't think I'll have another opportunity like this."

Sasuke struggled to get up, but managed to keep his balance once he did so. "Are you talking about the Fireball technique, father?" he asked enthusiastically.

"I am." His gaze then eyed his bandaged ankle. "Are sure you're able to walk, Sasuke?"

He nodded.

"Good. Follow me."

"Dinner will be in an hour!" Mikoto called out as they left the compound.

Upon arriving at the closest river bank, Fugaku hastily weaved the needed seals for the Uchiha's signature fire technique. After he completed the series of hand seals, he leaned forward and spat out a majestic fireball. It was ferocious enough to make the river begin to warm. Slowly, he began to reserve his chakra and his technique grew fainter until it disappeared completely.

"Alright. The hand seals are simple," he began to demonstrate. "The first hand seal is-"

As if it had already been ingrained in Sasuke brain, his hands moved by themselves with familiarity. Then, in a similar fashion, he breathed out a ball of fire out to the river. While it was smaller than his father's, the fact that he could produce such a size was impeccably incredible.

Fugaku held back his breath upon seeing this. But he soon fell into intrigue and he began to guffaw. "My, you really are my son!" he proudly claimed, putting his hand on his frail shoulder. "You can now carry our clan's crest on your back proudly."

Sasuke blushed and drank in every single word Fugaku handed over to him. After all, this was the first time he was being praised. Now that he thought about it, his father was always so uptight on him. No matter how he rose above the expectations of his peers, his father always brushed him off.

There was a strange knot in his stomach that told him something was very wrong.

Despite that, Sasuke completely ignored his gut instinct and happily skipped his father.

Unbeknownst to him, the rising moon had a deep tinge of redness in its wake, holding a familiar tone to the infamous Sharingan.