A quick story I thought of from the POV of a unnamed Uchiha (Never existed in canon), we'll call him Raiyu, on the Night of Blood

I laid on my bed, awaiting the sounds of my door sliding open. My young body, exiting my teens, maybe sixteen-seventeen, refused to sleep. Probably because it refuses to go down without a fight.

I'd heard the screams. I'd watched my cousin, Shisui, die from the bushes. And now, I'd accepted my fate and lie in wait for Itachi.

With the sun nearly rising, I heard the sounds of my door. I rose to my feet and sighed loudly, "That was fast, Itachi. But I don't suppose you hope to finish me off as quickly as the others."

Itachi Uchiha, a prodigy of the Uchiha, which these days was a dime a dozen, stares at me with an insane look in his eyes as his Mangekyo Sharinghans appeared. Without a word, he flashed toward me with a speed rivaling the Fourth Hokage.

And just as fast as the fight started, it ended.

I smirked, holding Itachi's broken blade. "No genjutsus can stop the pure simple fact that I was more prepared."

I threw his blade to the ground and spun on my heel, revealing a Byakugan I'd tore from a former member of the Hyuga clan's eye socket. Which I'd used to replace my right eye, which I'd lost in a training accident to Shishui when we were kids. In my right socket, a Byakugan. In my left, a 2nd Tomoe Sharingan. It's outright taboo for me to exist, being able to wield two dojutsu that are known as polar opposites in fighting styles, abilities, and moral standings.

"Raiyu Uchiha, you've earned your life and deserve it. But if I hear of you from anywhere, I will hunt you down and tear your eyes from your skull. A warning from a enemy of the village to another victim, Danzo will stop at nothing for your eye. Remember my warning, lest you end up another eye on his arm." Itachi's form turned as black as night and split into dozens of crows as the morning sun began to peek through my window and spill onto the floor.

I breathed a sigh of relief, ignoring life for a moment, just to take in the beauty of the sunrise.

But my joy was short lived, as I realized the sun was a bit redder and a sharp pain tore me put of the dreamy lands.

I was laying flat on my back, two Mangekyo Sharinghans looking into me as my vision slowly went black.