Sasuke was happy. He had greatly enjoyed his time with his friends. His mother, Mikoto, had promised to make him onigiri with tomatoes, and so life was good. At least until he came to the entrance of the Uchiha district.
The silence was deafening. While the Uchiha district was usually loud and cheery, not a sound could be heard. he slowly walked in.
Blood. And lots of it, as well. Bodies-oh Kami were those all of the Uchiha?- covered the streets.
Sasuke broke into a sprint. He had to get to his house, to warn his tou-san and kaa-san and aniki! And he would do, it or his name was not Uchiha Sasuke!
He arrived quicly at the entrance. He tiptoed in.
"Itachi-nee?"
Not a sound could be heard.
He walked over to his parent's bedroom door. He could see a shadow.
"Ita...chi?"
For indeed his brother stood there. His ANBU-issue wakizashi dripped with blood. His father was dead on the floor, and his mother was unconscious.
Was that a single tear on Itachi's face?
"Why, aniki? Why would you kill them?"
Itachi stared at him, Mangekyo Sharingan twirling in his eyes.
"I had to test my true potential. The limits of my power. And I found them lacking."
Sasuke sobbed silently.
"Tsukuyomi."