Hey Guys! Sorry this one's kinda late. Been working my ass off at the costume shop. Anyway, this one's gonna be real good. I'm pretty sure you're all going to enjoy this chapter very, very much. Had to take some time and think up the best possible way to lay this all out. Took me some time, but here it is!

Oh! And I'd like to give a couple thank you's!

The first one to Wang Yao! I know a lot of people are just wanting a nice, happy ending, but I'm not gonna give that...just yet. And what could be considered a happy ending for me is, indeed, a little twisted. I do make my characters suffer. But its the same in an actual situation. You're always gonna have people against you. Real love is nothing like in the fairy tales. So, thank you for understanding and accepting and loving this story for what it is!

The second goes to xxouchibitmytonguexx! Honey, I love you! In the conversations that we've had this past week or so, I must say I see you as such a great friend! Sorry I couldn't get this out when you requested, but I'm gonna do my best to keep it all going steadily. And I can't have what we talked about done for this chapter, but it'll be done for the next one. As a special gift for everyone who saw this story through to the end! Anyway, I love the fact you've compared me to Shakespeare, never would've imagined that for myself. You've really built up my confidence in my writing! And so, Love, I dedicate this chapter to you!

Arigato-gozaimasu!!!

On with the story!!!

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"Aniki! Can we go out and play in the garden today? Otou-san has you training all the time! I never get to spend time with you anymore!"

"Otouto, I'm very tired. Maybe tomorrow."

"But Aniki! Otou-san might want you to work again tomorrow! And I miss you so much..."

"...Otouto, you always know how to make me succumb. Fine, I'll play with you."

"Otouto, what's wrong?"

"T-the thunderst-storms...they scare me Aniki..."

"Would you like to sleep with me tonight, Otouto?"

"H-hai..."

"Come then, Okaa-san will be upset if we're caught up late."

"Just like that, Otouto! Good! Now block!"

"I, I think I'm getting the hang of this, Aniki! Itai!!"

"Maybe not quite yet. A little more practice and you'll be just as good of a fighter as I am."

"Yeah, right. You're the best, Aniki. I'm never gonna beat you..."

"Otouto, don't think of me as someone standing in your way. If you believe you can beat me, and train as hard as you possibly can, then maybe one day you will."

"You think so?"

"Hai..."

"Aniki, please, be careful."

"Don't worry, Otouto. I'll be just fine."

"I know, but it can't go on like this forever. Who knows, what if one day you get caught going out to see your blonde? What's going to happen then?"

"Well, then I'll deal with that when the day comes. I'm not going to stop seeing Deidara just because you're worried."

"I know, Aniki. I just don't want anything bad to happen to you."

"Arigato for your concern, Otouto. But everything with be just fine. There's no need for you to worry."

"Gomen-nasai, Aniki. I'm so sorry."

"..."

"There wasn't anything I could do. I tried everything I could. I'm so sorry I couldn't help save him. Please, forgive me, Aniki..."

"Aniki! You can't keep on like this! You're going to destroy yourself!"

"..."

"Talk to me! Itachi!"

"..."

"I hate seeing you like this! This isn't the Onii-san I remember! My brother was strong and wouldn't let anything bring him down! So I might not know what it feels like to lose a lover, but I'm losing someone I love! I love you, Itachi! You're my everything! But now you're nothing! And you're making yourself worse! Deidara wouldn't have wanted you to be like this! He would have wanted you to stay strong for him!"

"..."

"You know what? I can't take this anymore! Have fun wallowing in your misery Itachi! I have done nothing against you! Against my better judgment, I stood by you without fail! And for what?! So you could just push me away like everyone else?! Fuck you!"

"Amaterasu, Tsukuyomi, Susano'O...please, please help me. My brother has faith in you. He's sick and he needs your guidance. Please, help him in any way you can to get better. Otherwise, he will wither away to nothing. I've tried to help him and have failed. I feel that only you three may be able to set him right once again. If you can, I, as well as Itachi, will be forever grateful. Arigato-gozaimasu."

"Aniki...gomen-nasai."

"..."

"It was wrong of me to explode like that. I didn't mean what I said. I love you and will always be there for you. No matter what."

"...Otouto..."

"What is it, Aniki?"

"Arigato..."

Sasuke lay in bed, his head turned, staring out the open window into the starry night sky. No matter what he tried, he'd never been able to fall asleep easily since his brother passed. He missed him. More than anyone could ever imagine. He felt like a part of him was missing. He always thought about him, reminisced on their past together. Why hadn't the Kamis helped? He prayed to them to help Itachi, in any way they could. Why hadn't something happened? Or maybe they did help after all. His father's men never found Itachi's body. Maybe he was still out there somewhere...

A slight shift. Sasuke readjusted himself slightly to satisfy himself and the girl, his wife, that lay snuggled to his chest, his arm wrapped over her. It wasn't the same though. He didn't truly love her; not like Itachi and Deidara. The raven gave one last longing glance out of the window and finally allowed sleep to overtake him.

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"Beloved Kamis...why have you bestowed these powers unto me?"

Madara stalked up behind the raven, "It would seem for some reason, the gods you have been ever so faithful to have each given you a special gift. Inextinguishable black flames, from Amaterasu, the sun goddess. The power of illusion to torture one in one's own mind, from Tsukuyomi, the moon god. And an impenetrable shield that also acts as a mystical weapon, from Susano'O, the god of the storm. I must say, Itachi, these Kami's must really love you to have chosen you out of all of their other followers. Or maybe, someone close to you wished for them to help you."

Itachi lowered his gaze to the grass beneath his feet, gently blowing in the wind, "Sasuke...," he muttered under his breath.

Why would Sasuke have prayed for the Kamis to help him? Does he not think him dead? Or was it while he was still alive? Had Sasuke prayed for them to heal him? Did Madara come to him as a godsend, or was their help delayed by Madara? Itachi didn't wish to dwell on the subject. He had been granted these awesome powers by the Kamis themselves through his brother's prayers. He would use them to their fullest to help him do what he intended to do.

He turned to face Madara, a sly grin on the other's face. His arms were folded over his chest and he was beaming at the raven expectantly with blood red eyes.

"Well, Itachi," he said through a sneer, "Let's see exactly what the Kamis have given you."

Itachi turned back and closed his eyes, concentrating, a heat forming in his right eye. As he opened it, everything in his line of sight caught flame. A roaring midnight flame that devoured everything he caught in his gaze. He felt a sharp sting in the back of his eye, which grew worse until he felt like his eye was being ripped open. The raven closed his eye and collapsed to the ground, clenching his hand over his burning socket. He removed his hand and opened his left eye to find his palm covered in blood. Madara stepped over and squatted onto his haunches and took Itachi's chin in his hand, examining his face.

"It would seem there are repercussions to using such great power," he sighed, leaning back to sit on the soft grass.

"Then what good are these powers if they injure me as well?"

Madara chuckled, "Oh, Itachi. You are a kyuuketsuki now. As we speak, your body is rapidly healing itself. And don't fret my dear boy, we grow stronger with time. As you get older and continue to practice with these magnificent powers, you will be able to control them with ease and will not have to worry about these kinds of injuries. You are still very, very young. You will be susceptible to things like this."

Itachi lowered his gaze once again, down to his scarlet covered hand. Madara was right. The pain in his eye was gone and he didn't feel the blood flowing down his face anymore. No matter what effects these powers would have on him now, he would use them to destroy his clan and avenge Deidara's death.

"Come now, Itachi. Let's get you cleaned up."

–

It had been a year since Itachi had passed. Sasuke had recently celebrated his eighteenth birthday. He felt lonely, not having the elder by his side. But somehow, and he felt somewhat ashamed of it, he was almost a little glad Itachi wasn't around. He missed him horribly, yes. But throughout his life, Itachi had always been the center of attention. His father would acknowledge Itachi over him, and if he tried to get his father's attention with something, the man would always end up comparing his efforts with those of his brother. Sasuke could never receive the praise he deserved while Itachi was around. Not that Sasuke never received praise or acknowledgment. It had only come from his brother though. He wanted the rest of his family to notice him too. Now that the elder brother was gone, it was the younger's time to shine. There would be a small ceremony, his clan would gather together for his father to announce that he would be officially taking Itachi's place and he would pass down to him the rulership of the Uchiha clan.

And what was more, which also made his father exceedingly proud, was that his wife was expecting. Sasuke had done what his brother refused to do and managed to produce an heir to be. The next generation would arrive within a few months time. This would also be announced at the ceremony.

The only problem Sasuke had with all of this was that he believed his father had purposely set up the date to be the anniversary of Itachi's funeral. His father was an unscrupulous bastard, Sasuke knew all too well. Even though he held a great deal of distaste for the things his father had done, he needed to not dwell on the past, as Itachi had, and move on with his life and make the best of things. He would not do things because his father willed it. He would do what he personally felt was best, and when it would be his time to take lead of the clan, he would steer it in a new direction.

Sasuke felt he now had everything planned out. He just wished Itachi could be there to witness this magnificent time in the his life.

–

A year, a long year at that, had passed since Itachi had become a vampire. He was still much too young to handle his powers without he, himself, being injured, but he would take his chances. He could deal with a bit of pain if it meant avenging his blonde. Besides Amaterasu's gift, he had worked a bit with Tsukuyomi's as well. He could invade someone's mind with ease and torture them for days if he wanted, but would only last a moment in reality. He had tested this on some of his nightly victims. He had really become quite creative when it came to torture. His heart had become cold and hard. He felt very much like his father at this point. Sadism ran in the family, he figured. Well, he would use this new sadistic side of him to enjoy the murder of his clan. But it seemed he still held a warmth in his dead heart for his younger brother. He could not even think of hurting said raven. He would be the lone survivor of the soon to be massacre.

"Itachi...let me tell you something."

The older vampire strode up to stand next to Itachi, both gazing out in the distance.

"Nani-ka?"

"Do you know why I feel you are just like me?"

"Iie."

"I want to tell you about my past, how we all got to where we are today."

The raven was intrigued and a bit dumbfounded at Madara's sudden willingness to divulge such secrets. He turned his gaze to him and listened intently.

"Over a hundred years ago, I was in an extremely similar situation as you are, though also quite different on some levels. My experience was more personal while yours involves others you still care about," he glanced over at Itachi, gave a slight smile and turned back to the scenery, "I was in love as well, and my love, as was yours, was also secret and forbidden. As you should know from your history studies, I was the founder of the Uchiha clan. Our main enemy was the Senju, a clan that rivaled ours in strength..."

"You were in love with a Senju?" Itachi asked incredulously.

"Not just any Senju...Senju Hashirama, the founder of the Senju clan."

A wry smile flitted across Madara's face as he glanced over at Itachi's look of astonishment.

"My affair was similar to yours. We met only in the dead of night and had many trysts until we were broken apart."

"What happened?"

"Something not so similar to your experience. You see, I was really the only one who seemed to be in love, for Hashirama took advantage of my weakness and defeated me in a battle. The Senju clan conquered ours. After that victory, they began to overtake us politically and Hashirama pushed himself to become the Tennou. Now, we both were descendants of some former imperial family members, so the position was open to us both. But Hashirama used me, pushing me out of the way so that he could take the throne."

"You were betrayed. Did you desire the throne as well?"

"I had no desire for such a position. The only thing that drove me was my rage and inner turmoil. Now, I was deeply Shinto, as you are, and prayed to the Kamis to help heal my broken heart. But unlike you, who has been gifted by the three children of Izanagi, I was presented to Izanami in the dark depths of Yomi."

"Izanami?!"

"Yes, the devil herself. Izanami-sama promised me powers similar to her own. But I had to allow her shikome to ravage me before Izanami-sama devoured my soul. After that I became the first Kyuuketsuki; a title Izanami-sama personally bestowed upon me. I used my powers to exact my revenge on Hashirama. I killed him, his wife, his children, every single member of the Senju clan."

"Why didn't the Uchiha take the throne after that?"

"Honestly, Itachi, to be Tennou is a bit overrated. Yes, there is the political and spiritual power, but I don't want my clan to revolve around politics. We are warriors and have an exceedingly closer relationship to the Kamis than any other humans. We are not bureaucrats. However, it seems they are trying to turn down that wretched path. I would rather see my clan die by my own hands rather than watch them turn into heartless politicians."

"You believe in matters of the heart, no doubt."

"I believe that one should fight for what one believes is true deep within one's heart. Your father killed your lover not because he felt in his heart it was the right thing for him to do, he killed him because he felt it would put a smear on his name. It is people like this that I truly hate. Everyone in our wretched clan has become this way. They are programming themselves to this new way of life. Now, I hear your father is passing on the title of head of the clan to your younger brother. The ceremony is tomorrow night. We will attack then, when everyone is gathered together."

"We will show ourselves to them?"

"Indeed. And we will tell them why we will do what we will and show them the consequences of their actions. We must kill everyone, Itachi. Men, women, fathers and mothers, children. Everyone."

"Not Sasuke."

Madara looked over at Itachi curiously, "Sumimasen?"

"Don't hurt Sasuke."

"Did you not understand me when I said we must kill everyone?"

Itachi turned to fully face the older vampire and spoke sternly, "My Onii-chan has never wronged me. He has been true to his heart just as well as I have. He helped me with Deidara and never left my side, even when I was willing to leave him to be with Deidara. Even though it broke his heart, he respected my wishes. I cannot hurt him. And I will not allow you to hurt him."

Madara raised his chin, beaming at Itachi with what seemed a sense of pride, "Fine. Sasuke will not be harmed."

"Arigato," Itachi bowed slightly to the other.

"You know Itachi, you stay true to what you believe in your heart. I have nothing but respect for you right now."

–

Night had taken forever to fall. Itachi awoke numerous times throughout the day, peeking out from under the covers to find subtle rays of light spilling from the gap between their makeshift bed sheet curtains and the wall of the rented room. He would give a heavy sigh and turn over, burying himself deep in the covers, once or twice receiving a nudge from Madara to stop moving around so much. The raven couldn't help himself, he was too anxious. As soon as the sun had set, Itachi was up and waiting.

"Restless, Itachi?" Madara questioned as he awoke. The raven gave a curt nod.

"Tonight is a big night for us all. You will need twice as much blood in order to make up for the energy you failed to replenish during sleep. You will need to be in peak condition to execute this slaughter. They are warriors and will fight back. Even though we heal fairly quickly, a massive attack could mean death for you."

Itachi turned from looking out the window to face the other, "What about you?"

"I will have to worry as well, but no where near as much as you. I have been a vampire for over a century now. I need not worry about most physical wounds. The only thing we both truly need to worry about now is our hearts."

"Our hearts?"

"Hai. If you are struck in the heart, it will kill you. If I am, I will be paralyzed. It will be like this for us now, but as I've said before, we will both become less susceptible to such attacks as time goes on."

"Well then I will keep that in mind. But I do not intend to be wounded easily. I have my eyes."

"Indeed you do. Those magnificent eyes..."

The pair dressed, both donning the Uchiha fan on their backs. They made their way out of the inn and through the sparsely crowded streets, picking off a few bystanders as they made their way out of the town. They avoided the village next to the Uchiha property for the villagers new the Uchihas well and despised them all; and the fact that Itachi would be reminded of his beautiful blonde.

Deidara was at the forefront of Itachi's mind this night, however it was to avenge the blonde's life. The raven didn't want to recall memories that would break him down.

They decided to go through the forest, pushing past low hanging branches and protruding bushes until they found themselves just outside the courtyard where the most horrible memory of Itachi's past had taken place. As Madara had predicted, the entire Uchiha clan attended this ceremony. There was not a single face Itachi felt was missing. He looked to the front of the crowd and saw his father and mother, his wife, and Sasuke and his wife. The younger raven had a proud look of accomplishment displayed on his handsome face. It almost twisted a knot in Itachi's heart to know he would be corrupting such a momentous time in the younger's life. Almost.

His father was speaking. His voice booming over the entire crowd. Everyone was listening intently, hanging on to the head Uchiha's every word.

"My fellow clanspeople! Tonight we celebrate the dawning of a new age! Tonight I pass on the leadership of the Uchiha clan! Now, as you all know very well, the tragic events that took place with my eldest son, Itachi, brought to light the fact that he did not care enough for this clan to be able to lead it. He was a selfish boy who put himself before his family," Itachi could see Sasuke wince at his father's harsh words, "and it was during his funeral that I realized the true heir to this clan. My youngest son, Sasuke, has never let this clan down. Over the years, I have paid so much attention to Itachi's mistakes, that I ended up overlooking Sasuke's triumphs. And now," he turned to Sasuke who, in turn, took a step forward to stand next to his father, "I pass on my title to you. You are the new leader of this mighty clan!"

Everyone cheered as the two gave a ceremonious bow to each other.

Fugaku pulled Sasuke into a tight hug and whispered, Itachi could hear, "Congratulations my dear son. You have done well."

"Arigato, Otou-san. My only wish is that Itachi could be here to see me now."

"But I am here, Otouto," Itachi spoke loud and clear, successfully quieting the entire crowd.

Itachi stepped out from the shadows of the trees and glanced over everyone. The clan stared in awe, hushed murmurs flitted from person to person. Those who stood close enough to the raven were frozen in shock, staring with wide eyes at his pale, beautiful features and blood red eyes. He strode up to where his family was, followed at a slight distance by Madara, an evil smirk on the other's face. Stopping to stand in front of his father and brother, Itachi turned to the younger.

"Ohisashiburi, Otouto. Did you miss me?"

"Aniki...what happened to you?"

"More than you could possibly believe," he raised his hand to cup the younger's cheek, "I missed you."

The moment their skin touched, Sasuke jumped back out of shock, "Aniki! Your hands!"

"Cold as death? It shouldn't be surprising. I have been dead for about a year now, after all."

"You have risen from the grave to haunt us?" Fugaku spoke angrily. "You were not content with the pain and suffering you put this clan through in life, so you must continue in death?!"

"Iie. If you had paid more attention to the events of my 'death,' you would have realized I never actually died. My body has died a mortal death, yes, but now I am immortal and stronger than you have ever imagined. And I intend to do something I should have done years ago."

"And what is tha-!" Itachi gripped his father around the throat, gasps and screams tore through the crowd as he lifted him off his feet and into the air, never breaking eye contact. His eyes burned deep into his father's soul, glowing a malevolent scarlet hue.

"I will avenge Deidara's death," his voice was low, cold, and his words dripped with venom.

Itachi closed his eyes and concentrated. He felt a rush in his left eye and opened it, making direct contact with Fugaku's fearful ones.

Everything seemed to be in black and white. A flowing red sky with scarlet clouds encompassed a blood red moon. Itachi watched his father closely as he regained consciousness and took in his surroundings. He was in rags, his bound hands raised up high, his hair pulled up tight and tied with them. He was propped up on top of a tall, triangular shaped wooden horse, his pelvic bone grinding uncomfortably against the top edge. He looked up to find Itachi staring him down.

"What have you done Itachi?!" he yelled.

"This, Otou-san, is the first step of my revenge. Wasn't this the same kind of torture device you used on Deidara?"

"Even in death you're obsessed with that little yellow-haired bitch?!"

"Until I am with him again, Otou-san. Now..."

Itachi's eyes flashed. Stones appeared and were tied around Fugaku's ankles, he yelled out in pain as they pulled him down harder against the wood.

"How could you possibly do something like this, Itachi?!"

"I have been gifted with the power of the Kamis, Otou-san. This...is Tsukuyomi's gift. As for why, it would seem I inherited your sadistic nature, empowered by the fact that as a kyuuketsuki, my heart has become dead and cold. As an added factor, towards you, I have become a bit bitter. For what you did to my lover, I would say three days would be a good enough punishment for you."

"The clan will not let you do this to me. Sasuke will not let you do this!"

No one can help you here, Otou-san. Here, I control everything: time, space, even the mass of objects..." the stones grew in size and weight, pulling the man down even further. He screamed in agony.

"This...is nothing compared to what will come. And this is nothing compared to what you did to him."

Itachi surveyed the scene before him. A copy of himself appeared behind the older Uchiha, a rod of crudely carved slivers of bamboo was held in his hand. He raised it up.

"I'm going to enjoy this, Otou-san," the copy brought his arm down swiftly, the bamboo whistling through the air and cracking as it made contact with Fugaku's back, slicing his skin.

Over and over Itachi struck, until blood poured from his father's wounds. His blood-curdling cries seemed simply orgasmic to the raven.

"Seventy-one hours and fifty-nine minutes remain... Suffer as the rest of your clan will. Scream as Amaterasu's flames eat away at your marred flesh."

Mikoto cried out at the sound of her husband's bone-chilling cry of pain and agony, her hands now covering her sobbing face. Fugaku opened his eyes to stare Itachi down, pure hatred burning withing them.

"I want you to beg for forgiveness."

"Heh, you can torture me all you want, Itachi. You can even kill me. I will never be sorry for what I did to you and that wretch!"

Itachi pulled his lips back into a menacing snarl, baring his long, sharp, pearly teeth. Sasuke and the others took a fearful step backwards at the sight of the raven's fangs. In a swift movement, Itachi brought his father down and latched his mouth around his throat. He sank his teeth in so obscenely fast that blood spurted from the wound. He didn't want to be neat and clean like he usually was; he wanted to be terrifyingly messy, to drip and splatter his blood everywhere to show the man was not good enough for it to be saved. A quick glance at Madara showed the other approved. He bit down a few times, ripping at the tender flesh and creating a gaping wound. Blood smeared over the raven's chin and a little across his face. He really didn't care for it, but it did disguise the small stream of blood flowing painfully from his left eye. He pulled away and looked out toward the crowd. His family was frozen in shock, the women sobbing. The rest of his outraged clan was trying to get to him, but Madara swiftly killed each in their tracks. He turned back to Fugaku and stared down into the man's dying eyes. Giving a wicked sneer, Itachi lodged his clawed hand deep into his father's chest and ripped out his heart. He held it up high for everyone to see and they all quieted down instantly.

"Do you see, my dear 'family?' Years ago, my father ripped out my heart when he killed my lover, and no one did anything but twist a knife in my wounds. Now, I return the favor."

Fugaku's heart gave one final, dull beat before Itachi crushed it in his palm, splattering blood. He dropped it to the ground to crush it further under his wooden geta.

Using the sleeve of his kimono, Itachi wiped the blood from his face and turned to his mother. In a flash, he was in front of her sobbing form. He lightly took her chin in his hand and raised her head to meet his crimson gaze. She looked up at him with pleading eyes.

"Doushite, Itachi?"

"Gomen-nasai, Okaa-san. You never really hurt me, but you never made an effort to help either."

He twisted his wrist and with a grotesque snap, her body fell limp to the ground.

"Itachi," Madara came to stand next to the stoic raven, "they're trying to get away. Work your magic, Itachi."

Madara gave a pat on his shoulder and Itachi closed his eyes to concentrate. He opened his right eye and allowed the entire clan to be engulfed in obsidian flames, their screams echoing into the night.

Madara howled with an evil laugh and turned to kill Itachi's and Sasuke's wives, violently ripping their throats out. The raven turned back to his younger brother, a solemn look on his face, blood tears running down his right cheek.

"Otouto..." he raised his hand to wipe a tear from Sasuke's cheek, but the younger snapped out of his self-induced trance and flinched away from the other's cold touch.

"You killed...everyone..."

"Hai. I did."

"Otou-san, Okaa-san, your wife, my wife, my...child..."

Itachi's eyes widened in shock, "Your child?" He hadn't known about this. He didn't realize Sasuke was an expecting father, "Sasuke...I-"

"Daikirai!"

Itachi froze, a sincere look of hurt crossing his face, "Sasuke..."

Tears started to flow freely down thr younger raven's face, "Daikirai, Itachi!"

Sasuke lunged forward, but Itachi caught his fists and held him off.

"So, he hates you now," Madara mused as he strode up behind Itachi, "still want to spare him?"

"Hai."

"Fine then. Do what you will," he waved his hand and turned to leave.

"Gomen-nasai, Otouto. This is for your own good," Itachi brought his leg up and kneed Sasuke harshly in the stomach. He collapsed to the ground and spat up blood.

"Do-doushite...Itachi?"

"Its what they all deserved. You stood by me, Otouto. Therefore, I am sparing your life. Now, unfortunately, you will know the hell I lived through when I lost the one I loved most. You will know what it feels like to lose everything. I will leave you now. I can't say if we will ever meet again. Sayonara, Otouto."

Itachi turned and joined Madara as they left the scene of the Uchiha massacre, Amaterasu's flames still burning.

He could hear Sasuke, "Damn you Itachi! Damn you to fucking hell!" the traumatized raven screamed, his voice rough.

"Otouto...I already am..." he mumbled to himself.

–

"So...I see the slaughter went well."

"Hai. Itachi is a fine kyuuketsuki. I can definitely use him."

"And what about Sasuke?"

"Broken. Heh, he's all yours now," Madara turned back to look at the other vampire, "Orochimaru."

–

Well, there it is! The slaughter. Itachi and Sasuke are broken apart, Madara wants to use Itachi for something and Orochimaru comes in to the picture! Plus, you guys know a bit more about Madara's past as well! Now, there's probably going to be only one chapter left to this story. The next one should be out next week. And I'll have a special surprise for everyone who's been faithful to this story up until the end! And remember, review please! I want to hear everyone's opinions! Anyways, hope you all enjoyed it! Ja!