Hey guys, I've got another update for ya'll. It's actually a longer one too. I would have had this up earlier but I had to search for specific episodes from Naruto so I could "refresh" my memory (since I haven't watched it in a good year now). So after this, I'm gonna try and work on chapter 3 of my other fic "Stay", so it might take a little longer to get chapter 30 up... holy shit 30 chapters... that is scary lol. Well, hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or "Concrete Angel"

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Chapter Twenty-Nine:

After Naruto had taken his medication, the two had sat in silence for hell knows how long before Sasuke instructed Naruto to go back to bed, rest up. Of course Sasuke said he was going back to sleep as well, but as Naruto lay awake in his own bed, the one in the guest room down the hall from Sasuke's room, he knew the raven wasn't calm enough for sleep.

If Naruto himself couldn't sleep, just out of worry, than Sasuke was no doubt pacing his bedroom or lying in his own bed, thinking and stressing. Like Naruto had been for the past hour.

He sighed loudly, rolling over onto his left side from off his back. At any rate, there was no way Sasuke could keep things completely confidential anymore. His secret had obviously been observed by the blonde and Sasuke knew it. He would have to tell him, at least something, about his current situation. Perhaps with this knowledge Naruto could return all the help he'd received from the raven, and offer some assistance and support of his own. All he needed was to be let in, and he could be a closer part in Sasuke's life, just as he'd become in Naruto's.

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In his own bedroom, Sasuke was sitting on the floor with his back against the end of his bed, staring at the door. His hands were still shaking but the rest of his body had seemed to have calmed down quite dramatically within the past hour. His heart rate was probably still irregular and fast, but that couldn't be helped, and his mind was wrapped around the most warped scenarios anyone could possibly come up with.

He had forgotten, which was probably the worst thing he could have done for his system. Naruto had him so caught up in something that was so good, that he'd forgotten about the bad. Sure it was good to do that, but not with something that shook him up as badly as this.

One phone call... just one insignificant phone call caused him to freak this much. That was an obvious sign that he needed to deal with this head on. Though, with something like this... something as horrible as this... it was a hard thing to face.

Sasuke rested his chin on his knees which he'd pulled up to his chest and fell into a daze as his past consumed his consciousness, filling him with fear and hate.

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There Sasuke stood, shocked to a standstill, in the doorway of his parents' bedroom. He couldn't believe his eyes; nothing in this world could possibly make any sense anymore.

This image before his eyes could not be real. He'd been watching too many horror movies lately and he was having a nightmare. That had to be the only explanation, nothing else seemed logical to the boy of the young age of seven.

For someone like him, there could be no way you could interpret this scene, where your beloved older brother stands over the dead bodies of your parents holding a knife drenched in their fresh blood, as real.

But the scene was moving, which made it all the more real. The blood continuously dripped off from the long, stained knife, making small slosh sounds in the pools of blood beneath its wielder's feet. The bodies, as motionless as they were, were still oozing out the thick red liquid which seeped from their bodies to spread across the floor.

The other body, though he stood still, was gripping the murder weapon and Sasuke could tell from his side angle view that his chest was rising and falling. Breathing as though mocking the dead that could no longer. Breathing as if he were holding in a horrible laughter at what he had just done.

Sasuke knew he would never forget the moment when his older brother turned his head, noticing the boy, as it seemed, for the first time.

Their eyes connected and Sasuke instantly knew what he was seeing was as real as himself. His elder's eyes seemed to have taken on a psychotic red glint, and though he wore the same emotionless expression, everything about him had changed and was declaring to the boy the crime he just committed.

He was so different now that his mere presence was frightening to the boy who once idolized him.

The longer their eyes stayed connected, the more violently Sasuke's body trembled in fear. He couldn't understand anything that was going on and he didn't want to believe what he was seeing. He wanted to blame this on someone else, to relieve his brother of the responsibility of the display before him, but his brother soon spoke and stole away any chance of that.

"I killed them all little brother," Itachi spoke in a voice and language that seemed foreign to the younger boy. All he could do was stand there and listened, too terrified to turn his back and flee, too weak to fight against him, both emotionally and physically.

"Everyone in our family, everyone with the last name Uchiha, everyone living in this district. I snuck into every house. No one knew I was coming and before they could scream for help they were dead. The adults, the children, everyone died by my hands. Some tried to cry for help but that only lead more to their death."

His words stung Sasuke, but, he couldn't move, he was motionless. He didn't want to listen to his horror, he couldn't bear to hear these words of a murder coming from his older brother whom he looked up to, to whom he craved attention from.

"Blood sprays when you hit an artery, did you know that Sasuke. Most died quick though, like auntie and uncle."

Sasuke's eyes widened at the words and his hands covered his ears, their wonderfully kind aunt and uncle who greeted him every morning on the way to school. Their aunt praised Itachi every day, called him 'the pride of the Uchiha clan.' How could he have killed her so easily?

"Mother and father, they cried when they saw me. They couldn't believe what I was doing. Father tried to protect mother and fight back against me, but he was resistant. He didn't want to harm his son, but even if he had used his full strength he would have died just as easily. Mother was no match, one swing of the blade and she was dead. She didn't fight back, only cried for me not to do it."

"Stop!!" Sasuke cried aloud, pressing his hands tighter against his ears as he collapsed to the ground, tears pouring from his eyes uncontrollably. He couldn't take it anymore. This was too much, his mother... his father... his aunt and uncle... all of their family members.

Itachi just stood, watching his little brother cry on the floor before him. He didn't move closer, only watched as Sasuke eventually turned his head towards him.

"Why did you do this Itachi?" The younger Uchiha cried, he didn't want to discuss this anymore, he didn't want this to be real, but he had to know why.

"To test my skills," his brother replied simply, as though it was a justified answer.

"To test... your skills? You killed our entire clan to test your skills? What does that mean!?" Sasuke yelled, he was still crying but he was angry. Angry at his confusion, at his brother's response. He didn't know what he was expecting to hear, there really was no answer that he could provide that wouldn't make the boy angry, that would prove to justify such an unjustifiable act.

"It is of great importance," Again it was nothing that served to provide Sasuke with any knowledge as he gazed up at him from the floor. His eyes were haunting, suggesting that Sasuke would soon share the same fate as his parents at the hands of his older brother and he knew he had to get out of there.

Sasuke struggled to get up. He felt so weak but he was so angry with his brother, how could he murder everyone and say it was for skills. He didn't even understand what kind of skills his brother could get out of this. "What are you saying? You're out of your mind!"

As he screamed this he turned, none-too gracefully, and ran out of the doors, running as fast as he his legs could carry him. He tripped as he ran, but kept his balance well enough to run out and away from the house and through their family's district. He was scared, so terribly scared as he cried loudly, tears streaming freely from his eyes. "Please, I don't want to die!"

But no one could hear his cries. Like Itachi had told him, everyone had died at his hand in their homes and those who had come to help only suffered the inevitable fate.

Sasuke was soon forced to stop when he saw his elder brother standing a short distance away in the road before him. He hadn't noticed him walk out in front of him, probably because he was crying so hard and looking around him frantically. He wasn't surprised that Itachi had caught up to him, he was a much faster runner than a small boy, as to be expected, but he was sure as hell scared out of his mind to be confronted by him.

"Please... don't kill me..." He begged of his older brother. He no longer thought about how shameful and pitiful he must look. He was a young boy, petrified of death, especially at the hands of his murdering brother.

"You're not even worth killing," Itachi stated, staring at him with the same cold, dark eyes. The next words that came from the older Uchiha's mouth would serve to haunt him for the rest of his life. "Foolish little brother. If you wish to kill me one day, foster your hatred and despise me. Surviving in such an unsightly manner as this. By all means flee, cling to your wretched life."

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Sasuke cried in his own bedroom, locked away in his closet as though that would protect him from all the harm and all the bad. He didn't want to be in his house right now, where such horrible tragedies had taken place but he couldn't go anywhere else. So he locked himself in his closet.

Itachi had left him there on the street. He had turned his back and just walked away from the crying seven-year old who was his little brother. It was unbelievable. But Sasuke was alive, and before his brother could get the chance to change his mind and come back after him, Sasuke took off running back towards the house.

He didn't go for help, he was traumatized. He didn't understand why his brother had done this... what motivated him to 'test his skills'?

Sitting there in his closet as he cried his eyes out, unable to stop the tears that had first started when he saw his dead mother and father, he contemplated earlier that day.

It had been a completely normal morning......

He had said goodbye to Itachi the same way he always did every morning when Itachi went off. Standing there he asked if his brother would like to help him with his mathematics after school. And Itachi responded the same way he did every time.

"No, I can't. I'm busy. Why don't you go ask father to help you." He suggested in the normal monotone voice.

Sasuke pouted, he didn't want his father's help. He wanted Itachi to help him. "Aw, come one. You're better at mathematics than father is. Even I can see that." He sighed, putting on a false angry look as Itachi watched him. "Big brother, why do you always treat me like such a pest?"

This was actually a serious question, so when Itachi beckoned him over, Sasuke rushed over only to see his brother's hand point his two fore fingers. Knowing what this meant, Sasuke slowed down and tried to move backwards but his fingers poked Sasuke hard in the middle of his forehead. "Ouch."

"I'm sorry Sasuke, some other time okay."

Sasuke groaned at his slight bruise that was forming on the middle of his forehead. As he looked back down at his brother, he noticed a very thoughtful look in Itachi's dark eyes.

Before Sasuke could think anymore about this look, Itachi stood up and turned around, getting ready to leave. "I don't have time for this today."

Sasuke watched him then sighed as he rubbed his forehead. "You're always doing this to me. You jab me in the forehead and say 'I'm sorry, Sasuke' and you never have time. It's always the same story."

Without another word to his little brother Itachi left, leaving Sasuke to smile as he watched his brother who he loved so much.

At breakfast that very morning, Sasuke sat at the table next to his father while his mother stood at the counter fixing his lunch. Sasuke had asked his father why Itachi never paid any attention to him.

"You're brother is a little strange, son. He has a hard time dropping his guard around people, letting people in." His father answered him in a very thoughtful voice, as though he had already thought about this part of his eldest son beforehand.

"What do you mean?" Sasuke asked.

"I don't know," Fugaku sighed, "Even I can't read him and I'm the boy's father. That kid..."

Mikoto turned around from the corner, smiling as she held up Sasuke's lunch bag. "Okay, here's your lunch Sasuke and as for your mathematics, I can help you work on it when you get home if you like."

Sasuke took the bag from here as he headed out the door. "Mom, it's mathematics, it's not that easy."

That was the last thing he said to his parents before he bid them farewell.

This memory caused the young boy sitting in the closet to cry even more at the loss of his parents. He couldn't believe they were gone, dead, never coming back. He was all alone, with no other family member in this world... except the one member who killed the rest... Itachi.

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If it seems like the lines don't match up to the manga or the anime, I used the lines from the English dub version because that was all I could find on youtube. And I also changed a far bit since this is modern day and not back in the day of the ninja, the bodies weren't lining the streets, Sasuke as a seven year old is not going to attack his older, murderer, brother and get punched... and all that stuff from the anime that I altered to fit the story better. Hope you all liked that little history of Sasuke lesson (though most of you already know this story).