What does it mean to be an Uchiha? What does it mean to belong to a clan, a family that once stood as one of the most powerful in the village? What are the price that one should pay for bearing the name? What sacrifices should one endure to be worthy of the majestic red and white fan?
For Itachi, these questions weighed heavily on his young shoulders. The weight of his name bore down on him, demanding more than he thought he could give.
As he gazed at the painted Uchiha fan on the wall, contemplating his destiny, the cries of his six-month-old brother, Sasuke, interrupted his thoughts. Panic surged through him as he inspect his brother. Thinking that his pre-occupation caused his precious brother harm. Relief surged thorugh his system when he realized that Sasuke simply craved his attention. Itachi cradled the infant closer, their foreheads touching gently.
"Sasuke," he whispered, his dark eyes locked onto his brother's. "I promise to be a good brother to you. I will find the answers to all these questions so that when you start asking them, you won't have to wonder. I'll always be by your side, no matter what, even if you ask me to leave." Itachi made this heartfelt vow to his young brother, sealing it with the warmth of his love.
Years passed, and memories of that promise haunted Itachi as he wandered through the abandoned Uchiha compound. He never anticipated breaking his vow to Sasuke, the one person he cherished most in the world. Fate had turned them into enemies, a painful twist he never saw coming.
He couldn't escape the vivid recollection of that fateful night, the night he knew would haunt him forever. The once-empty streets now replayed a gruesome scene, littered with the lifeless bodies of his clan, their eyes filled with accusation, silently asking, "Why would you betray us, Itachi?" Blood covered his hands, dripping from the blade of his katana, staining his clothes and the ground beneath him.
But it was all in his mind—no bodies, no blood. Only memories.
Itachi continued his solemn journey through the compound, guided by muscle memory alone. He finally reached his family's home, though not without a painful cough that stained his hand crimson. An irony, his own blood staining the hand that killed his clan. Even as his own blood betrayed him, he pushed forward to revisit a place filled with precious memories.
In his mind's eye, he saw a young Sasuke playing by his side, hugging him, giving him comfort as he grieve the lost of a dear friend. Sasuke, tugging at his uniform, urging him to play or train together. He almost expected Sasuke to greet him as he entered, but that moment would never come again. His beloved brother now sought vengeance against him.
The silence that greeted him, made his heart constrict with pain.
"Sasuke," Itachi whispered, recalling how he used to affectionately poke his brother's forehead, saying, "Forgive me, Sasuke. Some other time." But would there ever be another time?
Summoning the strength and resolve expected from an Uchiha, Itachi pressed on, determined ignore the call of the past. He ventured deeper into the house, reaching a room that held memories he had tried to bury.
He opened the door and gasped. This was the room where he had taken the lives of his own parents, the room where he had completed his horrific mission of clan annihilation. But the room lacked the expected horror; instead, it was filled with the ghosts of his memories, the echoes of a past he couldn't erase.
As the memories flooded back, Itachi sank to his knees just outside the room, unable to sully the last place he had seen his parents alive. Tears welled up in his eyes, but he fought to keep them at bay.
He cannot look at the room anymore. Painful memories assaultedd him. He can still see how the blade of his katana cut the live of his parent. How they crumpled under him. He can still see the blood that seeped through their lifeless bodies. He firmly closed his eyes, he cannot let the tears escape his eyes.
"Father, Mother, forgive me," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "Please forgive your wayward son. Accept me once more, when Sasuke claims my life. My end is near, but I will fulfill the promise I made to you. I will take care of my brother. Sasuke will have my eyes."
With a blood-stained hand on the floor, he sealed his covenant. Itachi steeled his resolve once more and left the village, heading toward his inevitable confrontation with his beloved brother, the scythe of death held firmly in Sasuke's hands.
What does it mean to be an Uchiha? What does it mean to belong to a clan, a family that once stood as
one of the most powerful in the v
illage? What are the price that one should pay for bearing the name?
What sacrifices should one endure to be worthy of the majestic red and white fan?
For Itachi, these questions weighed heavily on his young shoulders. The weight of his name bore down
on
him, demanding more than he thought he could give.
As he gazed at the painted Uchiha fan on the wall, contemplating his destiny, the cries of his six
-
month
-
old brother, Sasuke, interrupted his thoughts. Panic surged through him as he inspect his brother.
Thinking that his pre
-
occupation caused his precious brother harm. Relief surged thorugh his system
when he realized that Sasuke simply craved his attention. Itachi cradled the infant closer, their
foreheads touching gently.
"Sasuke," he whispered, his da
rk eyes locked onto his brother's. "I promise to be a good brother to you. I
will find the answers to all these questions so that when you start asking them, you won't have to
wonder. I'll always be by your side, no matter what, even if you ask me to leave
." Itachi made this
heartfelt vow to his young brother, sealing it with the warmth of his love.
Years passed, and memories of that promise haunted Itachi as he wandered through the abandoned
Uchiha compound. He never anticipated breaking his vow to Sasuke
, the one person he cherished most
in the world. Fate had turned them into enemies, a painful twist he never saw coming.
He couldn't escape the vivid recollection of that fateful night, the night he knew would haunt him
forever. The once
-
empty streets now
replayed a gruesome scene, littered with the lifeless bodies of his
clan, their eyes filled with accusation, silently asking, "Why would you betray us, Itachi?" Blood covered
his hands, dripping from the blade of his katana, staining his clothes and the g
round beneath him.
But it was all in his mind
—
no bodies, no blood. Only memories.
Itachi continued his solemn journey through the compound, guided by muscle memory alone. He finally
reached his family's home, though not without a painful cough that stained his hand crimson. An irony,
his own blood staining the hand that killed his clan.
Even as his own blood betrayed him, he pushed
forward to revisit a place filled with precious memories.
In his mind's eye, he saw a young Sasuke playing by his side, hugging him, giving him comfort as he
grieve the lost of a dear friend. Sasuke, tugging
at his uniform, urging him to play or train together. He
almost expected Sasuke to greet him as he entered, but that moment would never come again. His
beloved brother now sought vengeance against him.
The silence that greeted him, made his heart constric
t with pain.
"Sasuke," Itachi whispered, recalling how he used to affectionately poke his brother's forehead, saying,
"Forgive me, Sasuke. Some other time." But would there ever be another time?
Summoning the strength and resolve expected from an Uchiha,
Itachi pressed on, determined ignore the
call of the past. He ventured deeper into the house, reaching a room that held memories he had tried to
bury.
He opened the door and gasped. This was the room where he had taken the lives of his own parents, the
r
oom where he had completed his horrific mission of clan annihilation. But the room lacked the
What does it mean to be an Uchiha? What does it mean to belong to a clan, a family that once stood as
one of the most powerful in the village? What are the price that one should pay for bearing the name?
What sacrifices should one endure to be worthy of the majestic red and white fan?
For Itachi, these questions weighed heavily on his young shoulders. The weight of his name bore down
on him, demanding more than he thought he could give.
As he gazed at the painted Uchiha fan on the wall, contemplating his destiny, the cries of his six-month-
old brother, Sasuke, interrupted his thoughts. Panic surged through him as he inspect his brother.
Thinking that his pre-occupation caused his precious brother harm. Relief surged thorugh his system
when he realized that Sasuke simply craved his attention. Itachi cradled the infant closer, their
foreheads touching gently.
"Sasuke," he whispered, his dark eyes locked onto his brother's. "I promise to be a good brother to you. I
will find the answers to all these questions so that when you start asking them, you won't have to
wonder. I'll always be by your side, no matter what, even if you ask me to leave." Itachi made this
heartfelt vow to his young brother, sealing it with the warmth of his love.
Years passed, and memories of that promise haunted Itachi as he wandered through the abandoned
Uchiha compound. He never anticipated breaking his vow to Sasuke, the one person he cherished most
in the world. Fate had turned them into enemies, a painful twist he never saw coming.
He couldn't escape the vivid recollection of that fateful night, the night he knew would haunt him
forever. The once-empty streets now replayed a gruesome scene, littered with the lifeless bodies of his
clan, their eyes filled with accusation, silently asking, "Why would you betray us, Itachi?" Blood covered
his hands, dripping from the blade of his katana, staining his clothes and the ground beneath him.
But it was all in his mind—no bodies, no blood. Only memories.
Itachi continued his solemn journey through the compound, guided by muscle memory alone. He finally
reached his family's home, though not without a painful cough that stained his hand crimson. An irony,
his own blood staining the hand that killed his clan. Even as his own blood betrayed him, he pushed
forward to revisit a place filled with precious memories.
In his mind's eye, he saw a young Sasuke playing by his side, hugging him, giving him comfort as he
grieve the lost of a dear friend. Sasuke, tugging at his uniform, urging him to play or train together. He
almost expected Sasuke to greet him as he entered, but that moment would never come again. His
beloved brother now sought vengeance against him.
The silence that greeted him, made his heart constrict with pain.
"Sasuke," Itachi whispered, recalling how he used to affectionately poke his brother's forehead, saying,
"Forgive me, Sasuke. Some other time." But would there ever be another time?
Summoning the strength and resolve expected from an Uchiha, Itachi pressed on, determined ignore the
call of the past. He ventured deeper into the house, reaching a room that held memories he had tried to
bury.
He opened the door and gasped. This was the room where he had taken the lives of his own parents, the
room where he had completed his horrific mission of clan annihilation. But the room lacked the