A collection of one-shots about the secret lives of our favorite characters. I'll be writing one every day or every other day. If you have any requests for new characters to do, please input it into a review. I may or may not do the character depending on my feelings about the character. Leave suggestions, critiques, flames, etc in a review, and I'll reply when I have time to.

After years of fighting to the death with each other, they each thought they knew each other. But did they really? Everyone has their own secrets, and the Rookie 12 are no exceptions. Collection of one-shots. Dark. Mentions of cutting, rape, abuse, etc. Ratings may go up.

.:The Secrets Within:.

.:Sasuke: Loss:.

Holding five shurikens in my right hand, I shot them at the targets 100 feet away. Each and every one of them hit dead center with a satisfying 'thunk.' But that wasn't enough for me. It would never be enough. I wasn't strong enough to defeat him, no matter how much I trained, no matter how much I tried to convince myself that I was strong when I really aren't.

I kneaded chakra inside my lungs and shouted, "Katon: Goukakyuu no jutsu!" I released a gargantuan-sized fireball, about six feet in diameter, and watched it demolish the targets that I was using for accuracy training. It wasn't fair. Itachi was better than me at everything. He succeeded in creating the fireball on his first try, and the size only increased from thereon. However, in a stark contrast, it had taken me a whole week to create the damn fireball, and the size was puny when compared to his.

My stomach churned for me to take a break and my arms started to feel like they were about to fall off. It's not good enough. I trained until it was past dark. I was only satisfied when I left the training grounds, leaving behind several damaged targets, a few small craters in the ground, and many destroyed trees, blown from their roots.

My name is Uchiha Sasuke, and I am the last Uchiha, the clan that was once feared throughout all of the great nations. Now the clan is just mocked at. How could one single 13-year-old take out an entire clan of able adults? Itachi tarnished the clan's reputation, but more importantly, he tarnished my life.

An eight-year-old Sasuke walked through the streets of the Uchiha Clan district. He had just gotten back from the academy, and couldn't wait to tell his family of how his day went and what type of things he learned. However, he noticed something peculiar about the clan. Usually, there were always at least a few people waiting outside, sweeping, or cleaning, or whatnot, greeting him whenever he passed by. However, there was no one, not even a single shadow. The clan was empty.

"H-hello?" the young Uchiha called out. He wasn't about to admit it, but the desolation frightened him a bit. It was just like something that happened in one of the scary books that Iruka read to his class during Halloween. "Is anyone there?" He slowed down significantly, sensing something was in the air. It was a strange, distinctive smell in the air. He couldn't exactly pinpoint where it was coming from, or what it was, but in the future, he would be able to. It was the smell of blood.

Sasuke, unnerved, dashed quickly down the streets of the Uchiha manor and hastily opened the door of his house. It reeked of the smell! "Tadaima!" he shouted. "Mother, father, aniki!" No one replied, and as he turned the corner and arrived in the living room, he soon found out why. His father's mangled body lied on the ground, Itachi's katana pierced right through him. The ANBU captain stood above his father's corpse, as his mother, bloodied and battered, knelt down a few feet away. Sasuke stared at the scene with a horrified expression.

"Sasuke," Itachi greeted dryly, his cold, demeaning eyes seemingly penetrating into Sasuke's soul.

"Sasuke, run!" his mother screamed out. Her head was promptly cut off, causing blood to spray the walls of the house.

Sasuke knew that this wasn't a terrible joke on his family's part, for the blood managed to splatter on him, too. But he couldn't run. He couldn't move. His knees trembled and his feet refused to budge. "Aniki...?" he asked, shaking as he looked at his dead parents, as if willing them to piece back together and revive themselves. "Why?"

A smirk made its way onto Itachi's face. "For power, Sasuke. I wanted to test my powers." His fully-matured Sharingan flashed at his younger brother. "Tsukuyomi."

With those words, Sasuke fell into a deep, unbreakable genjutsu. While the psychological torture lasted for three days in Sasuke's mind, in the real world, only a few mere seconds passed. Sure enough, not five seconds later, Sasuke awoken from his nightmare, his tormentor holding him up by his neck. He choked and thrashed, struggling to breathe. "You've always wanted to surpass me. That's why I'm going to let you live… My foolish otouto...if you wish to kill me, then hate me, despise me… And by all means flee, cling to your wretched life!"

He disappeared, leaving Sasuke alone in the dark world. For the first time in years, Uchiha Sasuke cried to himself. He cried the for loss of his clan. He cried for the loss of his family. But most importantly, he cried for the loss of the person he loved more than anything else in the world: his brother.

I don't believe him. I don't want to believe him. I know that he didn't just massacre the clan for his own selfish needs. He wasn't that type of person. Even though I was always overshadowed by him, even though father never gave a me a second's glance, I loved Itachi, because I knew that even in the darkness, he would always be there for me. He always protected me, and even prioritized me over his own life. I guess I was wrong, after all.

Power? What the hell is power and why did it make him change so much? I knew that he had arguments and disagreements with our father, but was that enough to make him want to massacre the rest of the clan? I'll never know, now. I want to know. I want to know the truth, and nothing but the damn truth if it's the last thing that I do.

My name is Uchiha Sasuke, and my darkest secret—the secret that I want no one to know—is that I don't want revenge. I just want my brother back.

Second chapter done. This thing took me so long to do, compared to the other ones. (I've already completed the next two chapters while thinking about what to do for this one...) And wow, writing four 1k-words chapters in a day seems to go by so quickly ever since I started writing another fic where I have to complete 6k words a day in between my summer school, band camp, and everything else...

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