So this should be the final chapter of my story (still don't have a name as I write this. I need to get on that...) Enjoy. (Hawaiian bread tastes very good. Just a FYI...)

Sasuke was breathing hard as he ran towards his house. Oh his parents were going to be so angry! Even if it wasn't his fault that school went longer than normal, and that he wanted to master the fireball jutsu. He'd showed his father by the lake that one day, but Fugaku didn't seem impressed. So Sasuke must've been doing something wrong...

As he neared the district, it was oddly dark and quiet. Was it really that late at night?! It couldn't be!

Passing through the entrance of the village, he thought he saw something. Turning to look, he saw that there was nothing there. It was just his imagination.

However, if he'd turned around faster or been able to detect chakra, he would've known that it was his brother, watching from the rooftops.

Itachi continued to watch his younger brother through his Mangekyou. The young boy was still running towards his house, and failed to notice the first body in one of the alleyways.

Itachi cringed, recognizing the dead person. He could remember the way they'd pleaded for mercy...

Sasuke, however, ran onward completely oblivious. His parents would be so furious with him!

Suddenly, as he rounded the corner, he saw the bodies.

They were all over in the street, eyes open, blood dripping.

What the hell was going on here?

Disregarding all deathly quiet everywhere, disregarding the other many bodies the little boy ran towards his house. He reached the familiar door, and flung it open. Running through the hallways towards his parents' room he noticed something that most kids wouldn't.

A drop of blood.

It could be anything really. Maybe his mother cut herself while making dinner...? No, not with what was outside.

Sasuke suddenly felt very scared. And felt suddenly very cold. No...

He continued towards their bedroom, he prepared himself for a scolding for disturbing his parents while they were sleeping. He was old enough now that he had no reason to wake them in the night anymore. He was hoping that they were sleeping.

Ignoring the sinking feeling in his stomach, he flung open the door gasping in disbelief at the horrific sight before him.

Sasuke's hopes crumbled to nothing as he stared at his mother and father who were laying on the floor. His father was sprawled over his mother, the latter of which had blood and tears dripping down her face.

Standing behind them was Itachi.

"No..." Sasuke said, staring at his parents' lifeless forms. "This can't be happening!" He said, more panicked now. "Why did you do this?!" He yelled, staring into the cold dark eyes of his elder brother.

Itachi was silent. Suddenly, Sasuke was thrust into a world of orange and gray. He turned around and around, searching for Itachi. He found him, standing over a Uchiha family that had a little boy that Sasuke used to play with. Sasuke screamed, as he watched Itachi kill them. The blood was everywhere. It was an ocean of bright red, with Sasuke drowning in the middle, being pulled down by the skeletons of the dead. He tried to scream, but the blood poured into his mouth, silencing all sound...

He fell to the ground sobbing, and discovered that he was back in his parents' bedroom. Itachi was standing over his parents corpses still...blood dripping from his hands. Sasuke could smell the blood, and see the dead bodies of the people he'd killed. He watched Itachi kill everyone...all the Uchiha. Gone just like that. By his brother's own hands.

Suddenly Itachi disappeared.

No, he wasn't going to get away that easy! Not with Sasuke there!

Sasuke struggled to his feet, trying to stop his crying and ran through the house. Following his instincts, he ran into the street. There, Itachi stood in the middle of the cobble stone road, surrounded by the dead. Now, Sasuke got a better look at the many bodies strewn everywhere.

Blood ran down the gutters, he could see the blank startled looks on the people. The lifeless and deathly eyes that were still wide open...still staring at their murderer.

Itachi slowly put his katana back into it's sheath. He didn't know if he could speak to his brother. How could he face Sasuke, after what he'd done to him, to their parents?

"But...Yes, you can't be my brother...because..." Sasuke sputtered. The tears were blurring his sight, and made it hard to see through the fear and pain driven haze.

"The brother you wanted to spend time with has done this...To ascertain your capacity."

"Itachi!" Sasuke suddenly yelled, his anger fueling the pain and raw emotion in his voice. "Why?! Why would you do this?"

"To test my strength, and yours." Itachi replied emotionless.

Sasuke stared in surprise and slight disgust at the brother he'd once put on a pedestal.

A thought then came to him...A memory of when Itachi had said that Shisui was like a brother to him.

And a memory of when he was accused of his death and denied it.

"Nii-san...did you kill Shisui? I thought that Shisui was like a brother to you."

Itachi almost flinched at these words, but managed to continue with the painful charade.

"Thanks to him, I was able to obtain this eye." He replied coolly. No matter what, Itachi could never pretend he had killed his best friend. So he replied as best as he could.

Itachi breathed in and out as calmly as he could. He could feel the guilt, and the anxiety. He could feel the rising panic, threatening to overflow. He couldn't. He couldn't fight the pain. He couldn't do it.

He couldn't kill Sasuke.

That was when he made a decision. A decision that would force certain unchangeable events into motion. He wouldn't fully complete the mission. He would leave Sasuke to the village. Sasuke would follow the path of light, away from the darkness of his clan.

"But...Itachi, why?" Sasuke asked, his voice quivering.

"If you want to kill me, despise me, hate me, and live a loathsome life..." Itachi paused, and turning towards Sasuke, he opened his eyes to reveal the Mangekyou. "And someday, when you have the same eyes as I do, come before me."

"Are you out of your mind?!" Sasuke screamed, and ran at Itachi, tears falling behind him as he ran. Itachi saw his brother normally black eyes turn red, and a black tomoe on the edge of the red.

Sasuke had awoken his Sharingan, as Itachi had intended him to.

Itachi didn't move, and this allowed Sasuke to get a single blow in before he was easily kicked aside. Sasuke managed to knock off his brother's headband, and leave the tiniest scratch across the leaf.

Itachi ignored Sasuke, who was curled in a fetal position coughing and wheezing from the kick, and Itachi bent over and picked up the headband. Turning around as he stood up again, Itachi found that he couldn't stop the tears. Their eyes found each other. Sasuke was watching him with so much pain in his eyes. Itachi hoped that he wouldn't notice the amount of regret in his own. Sasuke could never know what really happened...

Just as Sasuke passed out, (from the genjutsu Itachi had placed upon him and the amount of information that his little mind couldn't handle), Itachi disappeared with a few quick but sloppy hand seals.

He needed some air.

He was in the woods. In that little grassy field, away from the rest of the world. Suddenly, he just screamed. An agonizing scream of someone who's just lost everything that means something to them. Itachi inhaled heavily, and in the cover of the dense forest, he bared his soul to the world and cried. He cried for the loss of his family. He cried for his brother. He cried for the kids that he killed. He cried and cried until there were no more tears left, until he was physically, mentally, and emotionally drained. Finally, the enormity of the situation hit him. The Uchiha had been completely decimated to a torn legacy left behind in the form of a broken little boy.

What had he done...?