Summary: (AU) Two brothers in all but blood takes a darker path after truth and discovery of their clan within their corrupted homes, while two Lupos in Sirucusa builds an empire of their domain…

Because you can't expect four individuals after going through lies and manipulation to be in any shape or form normal.

(Dark!) NarutoxSasukexTexasxLappland

Revenge.

A word that was used to describe the life of Sasuke Uchiha after the massacre. The moment he laid in the pool of blood, not his own, but beloved mother and father, he was all alone in this world. No guidance of father or love of mother ever again. They were gone, taken away by the harsh reality and truth, by the man he called brother and the man who took him on piggybacks and played tag.

All he had seen the man was a lie, a fabrication of what was good in this world, a mask he donned simply for his own twisted form of amusement. Perhaps there was no such thing as good at all.

Itachi had killed their clan, their parents, and even cousin Shisui. All there was were bodies and bodies. Blood congealed and pooled around, and he could even taste the coppery iron that ran down and mixed into the cobbled stone earth. Blood dripped down his blade and face, a face that was one of love and kindness and gentleness morphed and twisted into something that was far unrecognizable, that should be plastered on demons and monsters mother used to tell him about, of nightmares. It was a sick, cruel dream, one of his deepest nightmares and one he had wished to never become true.

But it was and it was real. It was Itachi who ran his blade through mother and father. It was Itachi who slaughtered Miss Akari who often gave him sweets on his way to the Academy and back, where she laid on her belly, the contents of it spilling out in a grotesque fashion that was permanently ingrained in the mind of the young heir.

Sasuke would never escape the sight of death. Everywhere he saw it belong to the clan he once knew. The blood of the Uchiha now coursed through the veins of him, their sole surviving heir to all their legacy, the legacy of their founder and forefather Madara. Itachi, kinslayer, the devil, and traitor alongside Madara, was now out in the midst of the Shinobi nations, leaving behind the brother who would one day claim his life when he was of ripened shinobi age. A seed that was beginning to take root, its roots already planted in the form of a single tomoe Sharingan.

Fugaku and Mikoto's youngest heir knew when his eyes burned with the sight of father's head rolling in front of him, away from his body, that he had awakened their bloodline and lineage birthright and when the devil spoke of his actions of a desire to see him grow. Yet efforts upon efforts after, he bore no fruitful efforts in awakening his own eyes once more. Cultivation was the only key, and the brother mockingly spoke of him to cultivate himself into something sharp and deadly, but how could he tend to the seed when its awakening had been a mere chance?

That was not the only event that Sasuke had taken notice of. He felt the whispers of him now circulating. The people and faces surrounding him, he saw their eyes turn to him, their voices lowering as they covered their mouths as if physically holding back to prevent it from reaching his ears. They turned away and pretended to look away elsewhere beyond, and anything but their new interest of gossip.

Sasuke found he hated them. Their looks of pity and sadness and the Uchiha wanted to wipe it from their faces entirely.

He had returned to the empty home once more.

Sasuke tried. He had tried to ignore these cruel and vindictive thoughts of his brother, yet by sudden happenstance, as he could only hear screams that came elsewhere and within the home, Itachi spoke once more, and he could only hear the cries of mother to not come any closer, but he could not, dashing to the site where he was sure he had heard the voice of his father to stay but he could not.

He arrived, and there was nothing there. But Sasuke Uchiha did not see that. He saw the face of beloved mother and father with iron crimson down and seeped through the tiles and cracks of their home, and his gaze burned maddingly as he knelt down at the site of his home, eyes streaming as it burned red once more, but he was unaware and lost, seeing nothing, something.

From deep within, the seed began to burn with the chakra that had long since been lost to time, of an indigo figure of skull and black flames that blossomed into madness and hatred, but it went unnoticed by the burgeoning bud within him.

A whisper that spoke in a hushed whisper upon his unaware ear, as if lovingly, an ethereal man of auburn flowing hair, his clothes white and regal, darkened with black in a few shades, kneeling down face level to the boy who wept in his burning grief and rage. Rage and hatred and grief and madness met, but Sasuke Uchiha did not see the man who he long had inherited his soul and rage, still consumed by the grief of what he believed was there, but not. Red met red, but the man's crimson gaze warped and changed shape and it changed into something so beautiful and deadly, his eyes a deadly inferno where he could cast the flames of the sun and an armored ethereal being of wrath. He spoke in a quiet comforting whisper, as if he understood it all, his own sorrows in place of the Uchiha before him, and he spoke, wanting the boy to hear.

I am Indra. You are me. I am you. Taste despair, and grow into what the world will fear.

And from within, madness of rage and hate burned within his young transmigrant, who did not hear him.

Itachi would die! Itachi would pay! Itachi would suffer before he would end him! Itachi would go through the same hell he went through!

And the more the boy thought of it and put more thought in it, the more none of it exactly even fit the puzzle pieces of it all. Itachi, even as skilled and powerful and deadly as he was, couldn't have finished the Clan all by himself! He had been powerful, yes, but even he would have had trouble against the eyes of his own kinsmen. It was not clear before, but now it was very much so. Itachi had help, for even the devil was not perfect!

And Sasuke decided he would find that other person or group who had sanctioned it all and their lives burn as he would take it all away from them. And if there were more people connected, well…

In that very moment where Sasuke Uchiha knelt over his family and the crimson lifeblood that seeped through the cracks, the young Uchiha thought of ways to make sure that Itachi wished he had simply finished the job, instead of leaving him alive.

From within the empty Clan Compound of the Uchiha came laughter, and the sole progeny laughed and laughed and cried and cried, a maddening smile that split his cheeks wide and open with streaming red eyes.

I keep making these and I don't know why.