Pov-2 :Day of the Massacre

*To the comments saying that the scene was written wrong... Duh, like what do you expect. What I wrote is simply how I think the original scene should have played out had it not been an anime. Do you seriously think a ninja who had killed easily over a thousand foes spends that much time at home? Itachi had to fucking babysit Sasuke for god's sake, and that's a pretty accurate measure of how much contact he had with his parents, especially considering he is the heir to the clan of the Uchiha's, once the most fearsome clan in the ninja world.. It only goes to show while he was attached to family, the village, no... Sasuke was more important.

Moreover, I had by mistake pasted something from a later chapter I was going to write, so I by mistake ruined it I guess. Eitherway, I hope you enjoy. Also since this is about family, I don't think Fugaku would leave before showing any signs of frustration, doesn't make sense for an uchiha

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A part of me prayed that it would be empty, silently hoping that my parents had realized what was happening and fled. I could not stand to kill them anymore. Just the thought raised goosebumps all over my now sweaty palms.

I walked slowly, placing my feet to avoid the creaking floorboards I knew so well. I watched my blood stained hands as they slowly moved towards the wooden door handles, which pulled open with equal silence, revealing an empty room. My heart sang softly. Maybe they had fled. Sasuke had taken my advice and stayed away, perhaps…

I heard a floorboard creak.

"Itachi…what have you done?"

I heard the pain in the voice, the desperation. How pathetic, that my father, such a strong ninja, would be so afraid. The fear in his voice told me everything. He would not fight back, he would not raise a hand to stop me. Desperation, and hope permeated from his voice as it seemed as though he could only hope he was under a genjutsu.

My father and mother stood less than a knife throw away. I could not ignore the twisted faces gaping at me, horror and disbelief etched upon their features.

"What have you done, Itachi?. Are you crazy, you know killing family isn't the way to fight rebellion." Fugaku roared, as though he actually expected me to answer. I laughed bitterly at his stupidity. His only answer could be a knife in the chest, straight through his traitorous heart. Not that he would ever know that, considering the brevity of his remaining life span.

If only he was stronger. Maybe they could have stopped the idea of rebellion and protected Shisui, who was clearly on the track of becoming Hokage had Danzo not found out about the Uchiha clan's rebellion ideas.

"How could you do this to your own family? Does not your heart bleed with every blow? Are you not killing yourself as well?" my sentimental mother broke the tension, realizing I did not intend to answer him.

"No. My heart does not bleed, for my shield is the mere realization that every life I take here saves a dozen, a score. I cannot ignore what you were planning, and neither could the Hokage. It is his orders I follow and it is too late to cease now. You are the only two remaining, and then I will leave the village."

"But why? Why would you choose the Hokage over you own family?" She looked desperate now.

"It was all for Sasuke," I softly whimper, mentally exhausted from all of the talking, stopping the rising desperation to flee the village without finishing the mess. I wanted to be free of this mess and leave, but it seemed such would not be the case, when my father moved to speak again. But immediately, I was shocked by the sight I witnessed. It was my father with a Mangekyo sharingan, he and his mother sitting in a dogeza as they stared at him calmly.

"Finish it. We both will not move. We have always been and will... continue to remain proud of you." Both he and mother sat on the floor unmoving. As I cut of my parent's head, I knew it was over. My mother's decapacitated head fell immediately, her soulless eyes pleading me to leave my brother alive, while my father's head followed, his head facing the other way, as though he was disappointed in me.

And at this moment, my task was done. Both of them dead. Relief and grief washed over me. I was finished with that loathsome task, would never have to do anything so awful again.Te33 I was free. But immediately, as I cleaned my sword and prepared to leave, a wild scream took me by surprise. And behind me was none other than Sasuke.

Sasuke screamed and angrily lunged at me, trying to cut me down before the first words passed from my mouth.

My heart screamed in reply. Foolish little brother! Why did you return? I tried so hard to keep you away, to keep you safe, so why did you come back? Every muscle in my body tensed while my mind raced through a thousand plans for avoiding his murder.

"Why?" he screamed, his voice torn with the agony, the horror he was experiencing. I threw a kunai at him, more to stop and hole up my grief than anything. It barely grazed his shoulder, yet he fell to the ground sobbing.

I approached, determined to explain myself to him at least, simultaneously formulating a plan to let him escape. Blood, probably from our parents, dripped from my hands and spattered across the floor.

"Stay away!" He desperately screamed again. I paused, momentarily reconsidering my plan to explain everything, considering that the I might be better without Sasuke's hate. My mind was shutting down emotionally, and the thoughts that appeared lacking any depth or logical support.

My pause gave him time to flee, to run through the doors as fast as his short legs would carry him. I watched him go, and then left myself, walking towards the center of the complex. Hopefully, he would show a modicum of intelligence and run far away. I needed only to ascertain that no more Uchiha's remained alive and I could follow suit with a dramatic, yet subtle exit. I jumped to the top of a thick wooden pillar to gain a clear vantage point.

I surveyed the area. A soft sigh escaped my lips. Good, no one drew breath, meaning it was finally done. Then I caught sight of Sasuke. Each and every time I believed myself to be done, that annoying boy would appear.

Although other ninja from the village could serve his purpose, they would not have his drive, he had his hatred to guide him. No, he would be the only one capable of the task I needed now, so he would have to live.

He froze upon seeing me, silhouetted as I was by the blazing, angry light of the full moon. That would not do, would not do at all. How could an Uchiha, a brother of mine, be such a coward? Pathetic, and at the rate he was going, he would never have enough hatred. How could I make him understand?

"Sasuke," I muttered. He turned and fled again.

Fine, if he could not listen, then I would show him, make him relive each and every moment of it.

Tsukuyomi.

I replayed the events leading up to the moment for him, Simmering down the violent experience to only give him a single hook sharingan. Any more would make greedy Danzo hunt down my brother. And as he ran away from the display of the murders I just did, I followed him, determined to instill the foundation of hate he would need to kill me and destroy the higher ups of Konoha.

"Foolish little brother," I hissed. "Run, run and live. Survive and be ashamed for living in such a pathetic manner. You'll never be able to achieve my power unless you have these eyes." Pointing to my Mangekyo sharingan. I immediately sent crow clones to chase the boy away, leading him away from the root ninjas in the area.

I pursued him, uttering similar taunts, until he collapsed from exhaustion. Satisfied that he could not be endangered by Danzo anymore, I took one final look around, slashed a single line across my head band, forever marking myself a rogue ninja, and left the village.

but before leaving, I threated Hiruzen-sama for the first time, saying that if I managed to hear any harm had been done to my brother, both he and Danzo along with the council of elder will be assasinated anonymously, and he immediately complied.

I hesitated just before crossing the threshold of the gate. Curse my mother, for I could not free myself from the sight of her eyes burned into my mind. The sightless orbs stared at me no matter where I turned, as I saw enemies in every shadow. I wondered how long I had, before my former comrades began hunting me, how long before I became the quarry of the tracker ninja. Would I be killed, the Sharingan torn from my corpse and given to someone else, perhaps even Sasuke, to use? Had I done enough to ensure his hatred? Would he grow to be an avenger? Only time I no longer had would tell.

A/N Knowing Itachi's character and the sorrow Sasuke should actually have faced from all his family being murdered, it's highly likely that the Tsukuyomi helped Sasuke control his emotions rather than make him feel more sorrow, so that he wouldn't be able to stimulate more than a single sharingan, and probably erases any gory information he might have seen, except for his parents.

Remember this Itachi we are talking about, and he is a crazy brother-con, and that Danzo would be after him if he could stimulate another hook on his sharingan by labelling him as dangerous. It could also be the reason why he was so cold to everyone, but suddenly becomes emotional in between.

Eitherway, bye!!