A/N: Written for the /r/NarutoFanfiction writing prompt challenge #19 (you can see the other entries at redd dot it slash 537uup). "The Eye of the Moon plan is complete, but didn't work properly. A character of your choice is in an almost-perfect but flawed world."

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"Sasuke!"

Sasuke ran. From behind him, his father's voice echoed, although it was strangely slurred. He carefully avoided looking at the face of his aunt as he jumped over her head, dodging her outstretched arms. At least she couldn't see him, due to the blood sheeting down over her face.

As he skidded round the corner of his old home, Itachi landed next to him.

"Relax, Sasuke, I'm not one of them," he said. His two short swords were red. "They don't stay down, no matter what. Do you know what's causing this?"

Sasuke rammed a Chidori through his brother's heart, extending it into a sword and cutting off Itachi's hands before they could grab onto his legs. He kept running frantically, not daring to look back at the shambling corpse. He formed some handseals and leapt up, catching an updraft on the back of his summoned hawk. As he soared into the sky, he looked for the edges of the Uchiha district so he could hopefully escape into Konoha.

There was no village boundary as far as the eye could see. The Hokage mountain, at least, should have been easily visible from here, but there was nothing. Sasuke spotted his own house in the distance. Experimentally, he threw a fireball at it, engulfing it fully. As the smoke cleared, his Sharingan could make out the ashes and charred stones that were all that remained. And then a hand reached out of the rubble, and his mother's body pulled itself up. It reached into the hole it had escaped from and pulled out his father as well, although both were so blackened by fire that they looked almost identical.

Below him, his house still stood.

Sasuke swore and urged his hawk higher. As it reached for the open sky, he realised with horror that the updraft he'd been riding had reversed direction and was pushing him back down to earth. It was much stronger than any natural wind.

"Obito, you absolute fool," he whispered. His greatest hope, his most secret desire - to have his family alive again - had been interpreted as this complete mockery of what he'd once had. As his family reached for him with grasping hands that still held grave-dirt under the nails, he drew his sword and prepared to kill them all himself.

The first cut was exactly the same as he'd seen in Itachi's Tsukuyomi, neatly bisecting one of his cousins. The detached arm and shoulder still tried to move towards him and he stamped on it, crushing it under his heel. The wave of bodies moving towards him were blasted back by a huge wave of compressed air, and he hurled a string of small fireballs after them. That should buy him some time, he thought.

Sasuke tried to focus, but the whispers and mutters of 'Sasuke/son/brother/cousin/nephew' from all sides were impossible to block out. He parted the earth beneath him, trying to dig out, but after a dozen feet he broke through into yet another Uchiha district.

Sasuke's fear and anger faded. He was alone again for a moment, and relaxed, suddenly wondering how he'd got from the battlefield to his old home. His memory was blank from the moment that Obito had attempted to activate the Eye of the Moon plan.

A low moan made Sasuke spin around, hand on his sword's grip.

Behind him stood Fugaku Uchiha, hands clasped behind his back and blood running down his chest and stomach from the stab wound that had killed him. Sasuke realised with horror what had happened.

"Sasuke!"

Sasuke ran.