Disclaimer: Kishimoto owns 2 notebooks full of ideas! - oh, and naruto, but who cares

A/N: So. A longer chapter. I decided that I will post longer chapter anyway. I just dunno when I'm able to post them, as university is getting reeeally busy at the moment. BUT - leave it to me. I'll find a way :) So here goes to last chapter of the first part.

ah and btw - I described the massacer scene as I had it in mind. I guess it is (a little lol) different from the manga ;)

"Thanks again for the invitation, Miss Mikoto", Shuiro bowed and made place fore Itachi, who stood up beside her. "The dinner was amazing",

"It was my pleasure, Shuiro. I hope we will meet again soon", responded Itachi's mother with a small bow herself. "It's nice to have another woman in this household from time to time", She winked and patted Sasuke, who yanked protestantly her clothes.

Shuiro wanted to add something, but Itachi touched her shoulder and pushed her gently forward.

"I'll go straight to the Hokage", He said as they turned away. "I don't know if I come back today",

"Alright…" Mikoto's smile faded and a worried expression appeared on her face, ash she watched them walk away. Itachi had gotten more and more closed-up in the last weeks. Was Shuiro the reason and he needed more privatsphere? Or was it his work? Maybe it was the bloody missions. He was though a child through all his talents.

"Now he's going away again", Sasuke blowed his cheeks and made a grumbling face. "Since he's friends with Shuiro, he doesn't care for me at all",

"The two aren't friends-" Mikoto corrected and stroke his stubborn hair out of his face. "Shuiro is his girlfriend. Like Daddy and me – just not married", Sasuke shrugged angrily and shook his head. All that mattered to him, was his brother, who wasn't paying attention to him anymore.

Their hands touched once in a while. Besides nobody could have known that they had a deeper relationship. Itachi walked with his common poker-face through the streets, already dressed up for his next mission. Her glare stopped at his Katana – which she had seen so often covered in blood.

He accompanied her to her house, even though it was an detour for him. They stopped in front of her entrance and faced each other. "You have some seconds? I have something for you", She didn't wait for his Non-reaction and disappeared in the house.

As she stepped to him again, she had a little, brown bag in her hand. He took it, looked at it with a blank mien. "Sweet herbs. When you can't stand the blood smell anymore, then take a breath of them", She smiled and linked her hands behind her back. Seconds passed, his glare glued to the brown sack. Then he closed his fist around it and brought it to his nose, tried it.

There went the wrinkle between his eyebrows again – as always, when he was irritated about something. It made her laugh quietly. "You know the smell? For certain – I always smell of it. They're the dried blooms from our observatory", She beamed in her calm way.

He looked at her – the little, brown sack with her smell lifted to his face. She responded his starring with a soft, cheekily smile. Finally he let his hand fall and blinked.

"Thanks", He said. Again silence fell over them. Somehow he seemed to fight with himself. "Listen" He started, as she started to tremble. "I want you to wait for me at the meadows tomorrow", The impassive expression disappeared for seconds – he had grabbed her arm, looked at her insistently. "It's important – you understand?"

"Yeah, sure. Is it serious?" She asked surprised and worried the same time.

"Maybe – I don't know yet. I tell you tomorrow", He lowered his head, his sight fell once again on the brown sack in his fist. His common, blank mien returned, he let her go and turned around. "So goodbye til tomorrow",

"Goodbye…" She nodded confused. He threw her a last glance, seemed to be far away with his thoughts and went away. If she just knew, what was going on in him. Maybe it was because of Shisui? After he had committed suicide at the river, Itachi had gotten more silent than before. And not enough, he was suspected of Shisui's death. Even his own father seemed to think so. Maybe he eventually needed somebody to talk to.

And she would be there for him.

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He was in this blood-trance. His katana slit on its own the attacking bodies. And there was nothing that could hold something against him. One by one the crowd around him disappeared – the moaning, dying people got more and more.

In the end there were just two persons left: His father was standing in the door to their home. From within he could hear his mother screaming his name. Fugaku was already fatally wounded. Blood was dripping out of a cut on his side.

"Why – just tell me, why!" Fugaku breathed heavily, his sword still determined and ready to fight in his hands. "Why did you betray us??" He yelled. Itachi just looked impassive at him and answered quietly: "You betrayed Konoha", With that he attacked.

He pushed his father into the room. Though he was wounded, he was still impressively strong and quick. But Itachi was quicker. He targeted an unprotected area, made a step forward and let his katana cut through a body - Not the one from his father. His mother had thrown herself in between. She choked, in the next second she hung dead on his sword.

Itachi simply pulled it out, glared from the movingless body of his mother up to his father. Fugaku fell to his knees, his shakings hands reaching for his wife.

"What have you done… what have you DONE…?!" He whispered in horror. Itachi gave him the finishing stroke. His body fell over his mother's one, his head rolled over the blood-covered ground.

All of a sudden weird silence filled the room, filled the city, filled his whole being.

It was done. He had killed them all. Even his parents.

His mission was almost fulfilled. There were just two things left to do. He didn't wait for long, before he heard Sasuke's gasps. In the next moment he slided into the room. With one glance he recognised his dead parents, with the next he ran screaming towards Itachi.

"How could you?! What have you done?!" He yelled. For one second Itachi wished, he could take him in his arms and explain him. In the next he hit him to the side. Sasuke banged against the wall, fell to the floor, moaned in pain.

Immediately he pulled himself together, got on his knees and faced his brother again. As their eyes met, Itachi had activated his sharingain and pulled Sasuke into it. He made him relive the last half an hour through his eyes again. From the beginning, when he had killed the women and children, until their men had realised it and he had killed them too - Til the ending, when he had killed his own family.

Some seconds passed by, Sasuke was all of a sudden pale as a sheet. He gasped and grabbed his head with both hands. "Mum… dad…! What… why… why did you do this??" He asked with a choking voice and tears in his eyes.

There was just one way to make Sasuke surviveable.

"I have killed the Uchihas to be the strongest. But you're not even worth it, little brother. You're weak and depended", Sasuke starred up at him, his wet eyes narrowed, his teeth gritted. "Yeah, hate me, Sasuke. Hate me and get strong. And when you're ready, come to take revenge on me",

He should never find out, that the Uchihas themselves had brought shame over the clan. Nobody should ever find out – just those who were already involved in it. The rest of the world – and Sasuke – shall always live in the believe, he had done it because of lower motives. The shame of the Uchihas. Maybe there was a way to gain back the old honor.

Itachi took a last look at him and left - As if nothing had happened. As if there hadn't been his dead parents on the ground of his once home, if there hadn't been countless dead bodies scattered on the streets, no blood-spattered buildings.

He walked through the streets til he reached the suburbia of the village. Behind the city walls, the meadows and trees were blooming. They had been completely unaffected by the massacre. Even-tempered, if war broke out or not. Clans got killed or not. If he was happy – or not.

Shuiro laid in the middle of a flowersea, the arms crossed behind her head and dozing. She looked so peacefully – almost like the meadow itself. Completely unaffected by any violence. Something moved within him – like so often, when he saw her. It made him laying down beside her to observe her inaudibly.

For minutes he just starred at her – and realised how the emptiness no longer felt as horrible as before. But he knew this feeling was just for this moment. Soon she would be a part of his past – he needed something more important than her company.

He rose one bloodcovered hand, moved it towards her, but stopped it half on its way to her eyes. Doubts came up in him. Could it be true? Why should he have doubts, when it was so easy to do it. He just needed to forget his feelings and kill her, pull out her eyes and add them to his.

What made her any different to the others. His father, his mother, Shisui. He didn't know her properly. He didn't even have any deeper feelings for her. She was nothing to him – or as much as anybody else of the clan. Instantly he held a Kunai in his hand, moved it towards her throat.

One movement, one slide and everything was done – and he would have reached his goal. Mangekyou Sharingan. The two words echoed in the emptiness within him. For him. For Sasuke.

She interrupted his thoughts, as she breathed in. He didn't move, as she laid her head to the side and suddenly faced him fully – still sleeping. The Kunai hung a few millimetres away in front of her nose. How could she not feel the danger? Or did she not feel it at all? Cause there was no reason for feeling it? No.

He had to kill her. There was no other way. He didn't even know, if she wasn't though involved in the attack on the Senju. On the other side he didn't assessed her like that. So either it was really her nature or she had played with him, as he had done with her. But why should she play with him?

She never had felt the urge to prove him something. She never had wanted anything from him. She simply had been there. By his side.

His hand sank into the grass. Could it be? Had it gotten so far? - Did she mean something to him in the end?

But even if, there was no future for them together. One way or another. He took the Kunai one more time, moved it towards her throat again –

And asked himself, if there wasn't though a possibility.

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