At this sudden moment, I felt a sharp blade –a shuriken- hit my back and I fell forward on the ground. I saw a shadow. It was Itachi. "How foolish of you," he told me in a deadpan voice.

I stared at this man, this alien. "Shut up, Itachi!" I cried madly. "Why did you do this? Why did you kill everyone here?"

"Why…" he repeated. "To test the limits of my ability." I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"That's it," I murmured numbly. "That's why!"

"I had to!" he answered, clenching his fist while he closed his eyes. Tears were still running down my cheeks. I couldn't breathe. Suddenly, he said to me, "Fool, tell me if you can withstand my Sugiyame Sharingan."

He opened his eyes and they were red with black in them. Everything went black. I looked around. "What the…" I said to myself. I glanced down at my body. My body was pitch black but I was also outlined in white. The same with the entire village except the moon was blood red.

I saw all the villagers being massacred. I saw blood and people falling over- dead. This was a nightmare, a nightmare I couldn't escape. I glanced at his parents sitting in the room. My eyes widened when I saw Itachi behind them, drawing his katana.

"Move! Get away!" I screamed in vain, gesturing wildly.

Violently, he slashed downward and blood splattered everywhere. This is what Itachi had done and he's showing me, I knew with horror. "Stop!" I cried. "Stop! Don't show me this!"

"STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!" I screamed. I fell to the ground, breathing heavily. I was back in reality, bawling my eyes out. "I can't believe you would even…" I stopped because I couldn't breathe.

How? How was I supposed to feel? When everything surrounding me is death and fear.

He came closer to me. Step by step. By step. "'fraid," I murmured silently. "Afraid!" I yelled, getting on my feet and running despite the pain tearing through my back from the embedded shuriken.

I could hear him behind me. I skidded to a halt as he appeared before me. I gasped, backpedaling slowly. "Please, Itachi…don't kill me," I cried softly. He didn't say anything but kept coming closer and closer.

The gleam in his eyes made me feel afraid; like I was going to die. I backed into him and whirled around sharply. He was fast, too fast for even me to believe. He grabbed my arms tightly and pulled me into his arms, holding me.

Whaa? I thought.

He whispered softly in my ear, "I wouldn't let anyone hurt you, Zakuro."

"I know," I whispered back, closing my eyes. I don't know why but I felt calm. As I was about to say something, I felt a sharpened object in my back, piercing through my skin and right through my heart.

I knew that he would sooner or later kill me and the reason why, well, he whispered in my ear, "In order to obtain the Mongekyo Sharingan, you must kill the person you love dearly. Forgive me."

My heart was slowly pounding. He set me on the ground gently. I turned myself over on my stomach and felt blood seeping under me as it ebbed away my strength. My eyes were barely open. I could feel the dagger, still in my flesh, slicing deeper.

I was dying a slow and painful death.

I weakly lifted my head and, with my last breath, asked eight simple words. "Where will you go after I'm dead, Itachi?" I asked as I rested my wet cheek on the cold ground, slowly closing my eyes. My breathing was slowing too.

I was a few seconds away from dying and I heard his last few words: "I'm going where rogue ninja go…the Akatsuki Organization." At that moment, I stopped breathing and died.

Sasuke already told my Grandfather what Itachi did. When he came back, he received a message from one of the ANBU's telling him that I had been murdered by Itachi.

I don't remember anything after my death, but I did remember something, and to let you all know- I'm still alive. I'm seventeen right now, and to let you all know, the day I died was the day that I was reborn…into an infusion of a lone wolf.

The end! Until next time! Bwa-ha-ha-ha!!!!