Naruto: All depends on Kyuubi C

Sasuke rushed home and suddenly opened the door, looking around like a headless fly.

The entrance, the kitchen, the bathroom, the living room... Sasuke searched every room to no avail, and his heart became more and more frightened, because every place in the house was as dark as the outside.

No, no, where else can I not...

Sasuke suddenly called his father's dojo-like room.

Sasuke instinctively ran to a place where his parents and brother wouldn't let him go.

"is the!"

He seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw and stumbled to the door, but was suddenly stunned when he reached out his hand to push the door open.

Then fear swept through me.

someone here!

The breathing, heartbeat, footsteps and chakra were not hidden at all. Sasuke clearly noticed that someone was in the room!

But, there is only one person.

Is it dad...?

It's dad!

Sasuke's whole body tensed up, trembling with fear and anger. Countless horrific scenes flooded his mind, and he tried his best to get rid of this fear.

"Move it, move it!"

The young Sasuke gritted his teeth, resisting the thought of escaping, and stretched out his hand to push open the door.

Scarlet blood.

As seen along the way, blood was slowly flowing on the floor. What Sasuke saw when he opened the door was his parents lying in a pool of blood.

This scene shocked Sasuke's young mind. His face was filled with shock and disbelief. Even his fear was defeated. His subconscious did not believe his eyes.

"Mom and Dad, what's wrong with you..."

"You came."

A soft voice came from the darkness.

That familiar yet unfamiliar voice.

The hair on Sasuke's body stood up and his pupils tightened.

who is talking?

He raised his head in fear and saw the familiar face walking out of the darkness. The person was wearing a capable ninja outfit that was very unfamiliar to Sasuke. It was even stained with some blood stains. The red eyes under the Konoha forehead protector were so cold. looked at him.

Itachi was exuding blood and murderous intent. At this time, Sasuke was unaware and walked towards him in panic, still as if he saw a savior and hope: "Brother! It's great that you are still here. Mom and Dad will find out. .....”

"Boom."

What interrupted him was a merciless shuriken. Sasuke almost subconsciously dodged it, but the edge of his shoulder was still cut by the shuriken blade, leaving a bloody mark on his arm.

Sasuke, who fell to the ground, covered his wound and raised his head. His eyes were filled with disbelief as he looked at Itachi, who still had a cold expression on his face.

"Why...why..." He backed away from the door in fear. Sasuke didn't understand. He didn't understand why his gentle brother would do this to him.

Their skills are much better than before. It seems that their daily training this year is really effective... But I didn't expect that Sasuke will come back a little earlier today. I can only hope that Uchiha Madara can handle it. At the end, I still have something I must let Sasuke remember.

Seeing that Sasuke could barely avoid his own shuriken, Itachi sighed inwardly.

But his appearance was still so calm, ignoring Sasuke's frightened look for help, he slowly closed his eyes: "Stupid brother..."

Then he suddenly opened the Mangekyō Sharingan, which had transformed into the shape of a triangular blade——

Monthly read!

Sasuke's vision went completely dark, and then he looked at the surrounding scenery in shock. When he saw clearly what was happening around him, Sasuke's expression completely collapsed: "No, no, no, brother, stop it, why... ..Stop, brother, I beg you, why? Dad, mom, run away...Brother, stop, stop!"

In front of him was a real purgatory on earth. Uchiha Itachi stood like Shura in a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. The strange light released by his Mangekyo Sharingan enveloped the surrounding areas. The swords and ninja tools in his hands ruthlessly harvested those Sasukes. The lives of people familiar to the family that we see every day.

While Sasuke was struggling in pain, Uchiha Itachi was also silently enduring tremendous pressure.

Not only did he need to use the power of his eyes to maintain Tsukuyomi's stability, he also needed to control the damage to Sasuke, otherwise he could easily have a mental breakdown and die.

Screams, cries, curses... The voices of despair resounded in Sasuke's mind. Finally, he held his head in his hands and collapsed to the ground with a heart-rending cry, crying. Crossflow.

"Hu-hu-"

Sasuke's cries made Itachi feel even more exhausted, but he couldn't show any emotion.

In his plan, he must let Sasuke remember this fear and hatred, so that he can grow stronger as soon as possible and protect himself.

Because Itachi, who was taken to the battlefield by his father since he was a child, knew that the people who were fighting, those wars that would never end, were all rooted in hatred.

Only hatred can bring people the pursuit of powerful power.As the cursed Uchiha clan, they are naturally able to exchange hatred for the powerful power buried in their blood!

Try to become stronger, Sasuke, from now on, you must learn to take care of yourself...

Finally, Sasuke stopped crying. He collapsed on the floor, his eyes were obviously stained with tears, and he couldn't even control the physiological drooling at the corners of his mouth. He just stared at Itachi blankly.

"Why......"

Itachi looked down at Sasuke's eyes, and the magatama slowly appeared around the scarlet pupils due to pain, but he seemed unaware of it.

Double magatama...I thought that his current chakra was not enough, so he could only activate the single magatama sharingan. Is this also the result of training with that Naruto?

Itachi closed his eyes, his lips moved but no sound came out.

After a moment, he opened his eyes again: "To test my strength."

"..." Sasuke's almost dilated pupils trembled again, seeming to be stimulated by these words.

"Just... for this?" Sasuke was like an injured wild dog, trembling on the floor but struggling to hold himself up. His hair was soaked with sweat from pain and fell on his forehead. It slightly covered his eyes, making it difficult for him to see the familiar face in front of him.

Why, I can't see my brother clearly, why has he become so strange?

"That's important." Itachi's unhurried voice came again.

"Is it important? Are you kidding!" Sasuke stood up reluctantly and didn't even dare to recall what he had just seen. He rushed forward like crazy, shouting at the top of his lungs. At this time, he could not think of anything else and just wanted to tear this terrible dream to pieces. !

This must be a dream!

Itachi looked at the pair of Magatama Sharingan eyes staring straight at him, their eyes full of bloodshot eyes.I thought I couldn't delay it any longer. After all, because Sasuke came back early, I had no choice but to arrange for him first. As a result, there were still some Uchiha people hiding who had not yet been dealt with.

Once those tribesmen survive, what will the village do? Can I really protect Sasuke?

Itachi didn't dare to think.

Sasuke's flying punch was easily blocked by Itachi. Before Sasuke could take out the other hand hidden behind his back, an impact surged up that almost shattered his internal organs.

Itachi hit Sasuke's young body with a controlled knee and almost flew up.

"Wow!" Sasuke spat out a mouthful of blood. Before it could fall, his neck was already pinched by Itachi, and he was hanging in the air.

Severe pain, psychological collapse, and lack of oxygen caused Sasuke's Sharingan's vision to blur, and the scarlet Sharingan faded. Sasuke looked at the indifferent Itachi in front of him with tears, and murmured like a gossamer: "This is a dream. …You’re not a real brother…not really.”

"Stupid brother, I have been playing the good brother in your eyes just to test your ability."

However, Itachi's words were the last straw for Sasuke.