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~ Day of the Uchiha Massacre.
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Location: Uchiha Compound – Just Before Midnight
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Haruki landed on the rooftop of his home, heart racing, lungs burning from the sprint back.
The second his feet hit the ground, he knew something was wrong.
The air was too quiet.
He darted through the narrow street leading into the main Uchiha square—
And stopped cold.
Corpses.
Dozens.
Blood streaked across the stone paths, still warm and slick. Doors hung open. Papers fluttered in the wind. The smell of iron choked his throat.
Haruki staggered back, disbelief tightening in his chest.
"No…"
He sprinted toward the house, yanking the door open.
Inside, Haruto stood ready in the hall, blade at his side, jaw set like stone. Izumi clung to a corner of the wall, her hands trembling, lips parted in pure horror.
"Haruki," Haruto said grimly. "It's already begun."
Haruki stepped in, eyes wide. "Who did this?"
Then the front door slid open behind them.
A single figure stepped into the entryway, silhouetted by moonlight.
Raven hair. Silent steps.
Red eyes glowing like embers.
Uchiha Itachi.
Izumi gasped. "Itachi…?"
The name fell from her lips like a curse. Her knees buckled slightly as she leaned against the wall, eyes wide with disbelief. "No… You couldn't…"
But the blood on his blade said otherwise.
His silence confirmed it.
Haruto's voice turned ice-cold. "So you really did it. You killed your own clan."
Itachi stepped forward, calm, eyes blank.
"You followed the Hokage's order," Haruto said. "Didn't you?"
Itachi said nothing.
No denial.
No justification.
Only silence.
Izumi's voice cracked as tears ran down her cheeks. "You were my friend! You trained with me—you protected me! Why?!"
No response.
Just the slow, deliberate lift of his blade.
Haruki's hands curled into fists. "You won't touch her."
Haruto reached out and grabbed Haruki's shoulder. "You need to get her out. Right now."
"I can help—"
"No!" Haruto barked. "I've seen the way that boy fight. I know what he's capable of. You cannot win."
Izumi's breathing was shaky. "Why won't he say anything…?"
Haruki looked toward his father. "Where do we go?"
"Another clan's territory," Haruto said. "The Hyuga, maybe even the Nara. The ANBU won't watch them the way they do us."
Haruki looked back at the doorway.
Itachi stood in silence.
Unmoving. Unfeeling.
Haruto looked at his son, and softened just for a second. "You take her. You run. You survive."
Haruki clenched his jaw. "And you?"
Haruto's smile was tight. "I'll buy you the time."
Without waiting for a reply, he stepped into the courtyard, drawing his blade with a sharp metallic whisper.
"You were like a son to me once," Haruto said to Itachi. "If there's even a shred of that boy left… walk away."
Itachi's eyes narrowed. The Sharingan spun once. Slowly.
No answer.
Only war.
Haruto charged.
And behind him, Haruki pulled Izumi away from the doorway, shielding her eyes as tears poured down her cheeks.
"No… not him… not Itachi…"
Haruki gripped her tightly, pulling her through the back exit.
"Don't look back."
They turned around to run, and The sound of steel clashing rang like thunder through the Uchiha compound.
Haruto moved with startling speed—his movements sharp, precise, ruthless. The flicker of kunai against Itachi's katana sparked in the moonlight. He had been hiding this side of himself for years.
A true JĹŤnin.
Not the quiet patriarch most had assumed him to be.
"You were a prodigy," Haruto growled, his voice thunderous as his blade met Itachi's. "But even prodigies bleed."
Itachi was calm, yet there was a faint flicker in his eyes—a glint of surprise.
He hadn't expected resistance. Not this kind. Not unwelcome.
Haruto's chakra flared as he launched a flurry of taijutsu-enhanced strikes, forcing Itachi back several steps. Shadows twisted around them, the torches along the walls flickering with each movement. Blood soaked the stones behind them.
But Itachi's calm never wavered.
"You were hiding your strength," he muttered, almost acknowledging it.
Haruto didn't answer—only rushed forward, hand weaving through seals.
"Fire Style: Great Flame Barrage!"
Blazing heat engulfed the courtyard. Fire arced toward Itachi like a wall of death.
But the moment the flames reached him—
He vanished.
A Genjutsu.
Haruki, guiding a still-shaken Izumi through the side alley, stopped cold. His eyes widened.
"Wait—no—Father—!"
He turned just in time to see the illusion melt away.
Haruto stood, still frozen mid-attack.
Itachi stood behind him.
A single, clean strike opened Haruto's chest.
Blood sprayed across the cobblestone.
"FATHER!!" Haruki screamed, lunging forward—too late.
Haruto collapsed, coughing blood, a tremble in his fingers as he reached toward his children—but never made it.
His eyes dimmed.
Izumi's scream tore through the sky. Her legs buckled beneath her.
The Sharingan in her eyes, once dormant—awakened.
Three tomoe, spinning violently.
"You… you monster…" she choked.
Tears streamed down her cheeks as her chakra surged in anguish. Her hands trembled as she raised a kunai—but Itachi appeared in front of her in a blink.
And with one clean strike—
Her body hit the ground next to Haruto's.
Haruki's entire world went still.
"No…"
He dropped to his knees, eyes wide, shaking uncontrollably.
Something snapped in his chest.
And then—
The world bled red.
His Sharingan flared open—two tomoe, glowing with primal rage.
Itachi paused mid-turn, noting the transformation.
"Hmph. What a cursed clan," he muttered under his breath.
Haruki stood slowly, chakra flaring with raw intensity, his hands moving into seals.
`Fire Style: Phoenix Flame Barrage!´
Dozens of fireballs erupted from his mouth in a wild spray of grief-fueled rage, igniting the remains of their home's courtyard. That Jutsu´s flame burned hotter than ever before, signaling his improved strength.
But Itachi evaded them effortlessly, weaving through flames like a ghost.
Haruki charged, kunai in one hand, his vision blurred with tears.
He didn't care about survival.
He wanted blood.
He wanted justice.
He swung—
Itachi's katana moved twice.
Two clean strikes.
Blood exploded from Haruki's shoulder and chest. He gasped and staggered back.
His body screamed in agony.
But his eyes—his eyes burned brighter.
And then Itachi's blade pierced him, just left of the heart.
Haruki gasped, choked.
And collapsed to the ground.
Itachi stood over him for only a moment, Sharingan spinning.
His face remained expressionless.
He turned and disappeared into the night, leaving the burning ruin behind.
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Haruki's fingers twitched.
Blood pooled beneath him, but he wasn't dead.
Not yet.
He crawled forward inch by inch, dragging his body through ash and rubble until he reached the lifeless forms of Haruto and Izumi.
His sister's eyes stared blankly at the stars.
His father's hand still outstretched toward him.
Haruki let out a broken, guttural cry.
He reached for Izumi—wrapped one arm around her and pulled her close.
He gritted his teeth, sobbing against her hair, whispering—
"I'm sorry… I wasn't strong enough…"
His tears soaked her bloodstained clothes.
Then—his eyes flared.
A pain unlike any other burst through his skull.
A scream echoed in his mind.
And the world turned black.
When his vision returned—it was clearer than ever before.
The tomoe in his eyes spun rapidly—and then changed.
A new pattern.
A unique design burned into both eyes.
MangekyĹŤ Sharingan.
Forged in the death of his family.
In loss. In love. In vengeance.
Haruki's strength gave out.
His bloodied hand gripped his sister's shoulder one last time.
And he collapsed beside her.
Eyes still glowing in the dark.
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