This is the epilogue for the story. If you want to die, or you're currently crying, then I've done my job. Have a fan-(don't-die-there-are-so-much-more-feels-to-come)tastic day! :)

Edit 2: I finished this quite awhile ago, and now I've completed my first fanfic on here. Even though only a few people are reading this, I'm glad you guys gave this story a chance and continued to read it until the bittersweet end. Cheerio, and Enjoy!

Hiruzen Sarutobi watched the sunrise, and continued to wait outside, smoking the tobacco from his pipe. He was waiting for someone... He'd been waiting for most of the night. It would be day soon.

He blew a ring of smoke, and watched it dissipate into the orange light of the morning. The fire in his pipe died down, then he quite suddenly began to speak to the air.

"I'm sorry you had to do this." He said.

There was silence, and the old man continued.

"You've served the village quite well. Even if...it involved what it did." He paused, and sighed. "You won't be able to stay here. Not after what's happened. They'll grow to despise you..." Hiruzen pulled his hat further down over his eyes. "I will make sure he's safe. Don't worry."

"Thank you..." A voice murmured from behind Hiruzen.

"Good luck, Itachi." He said, still facing the place where the sun had risen.

There was a whoosh of leaves and wind from behind him, as Itachi Uchiha disappeared from the village for the last time, never to return.

The Hokage sighed to himself. This would be a story that went down in the history books...for decades to come. The Uchiha ranks, decimated to nothing by one of their own.

The Third re-lit his pipe, and looked out over Konoha.

The unfortunate tragedy of the Uchiha would be remembered for a long time indeed...

Through the forest, Itachi jumped from branch to branch. He was searching for the group that he'd heard Madara talk about once before. It was called the Akatsuki...

He'd been traveling for about 2 days in the direction that Madara's chakra had traveled in. It was a faint trail of the chakra signature, and Itachi hoped that it didn't lead too far. He didn't plan to stop again. He needed to find them, so he could watch Madara's actions. If they involved Sasuke, he'd had to act and protect him, the last of the Uchiha besides himself.

Before he left, he grabbed a cloak to conceal his identity from whoever may be looking for him. Otherwise, he let behind everything else.

He traveled for most of the day, concealing his chakra so the Konoha ANBU would be unable to locate him. This was smart, because the chakra signature lead through most of the Leaf's territory. It began to rain as night fell, and Itachi eventually came to tall buildings. He assumed that he was in Amegakure, because of the constant downpour, ever since he left Konoha territory. The rain made visibility poor, and this is where the trail ended too. He decided to stop there for the night. Try to get a room. If they recognized him, he'd just put them under a genjutsu, then make them forget he was ever there.

He didn't think he could stand to kill anyone else. Not after the clan...

Spotting a bar through the rain, he made his way to the small building. Opening the door, he stepped into the quiet and warm room. There were four people inside. Two at a booth, and two at the bar.

Itachi had the hood of the cloak pulled up still, and rather than pulling it down and shaking off the rainwater, he left up the hood, and took a seat at the bar in the corner closest to the wall. This allowed him to watch who came and went, and he was able to watch the bartender as well.

The bartender attempted to get Itachi a drink, but he waved him away. With him now being a fugitive, you could never be too careful. Anyone could be a spy, waiting to pour cyanide or another sort of poison into your drink...

Itachi sat there quietly, and began to pick up the conversations of the people with his chakra enhanced hearing. Information was needed on the Akatsuki, since their trail ended here, in Amegakure.

"How could she do that me ya know-?"

"So I heard about him-"

"She's just angry because I'm the one who-"

"Yea, Itachi Uchiha!"

Itachi immediately tuned out the two in the booth,and concentrated on the two at the bar.

"I've heard some rumors about him." The guy in the hat said. He looked around the bar, then leaned towards his friend. "He fled Konoha because apparently he killed the rest of the Uchiha."

"What?!" He friend whispered in surprise.

"I know. I just heard from my friend who overheard some Konoha ninja. I don't know if it's true though."

"How could he kill his family? What kind of a monster would do that?!"

"I don't know. He must've really been evil."

That was when Itachi stood up abruptly, receiving the confused looks from the two at the bar, and the two at the table. He left without looking back. Already, the news of the massacre had reached other villages, such as Amegakure.

He have to get used to this...This uncomfortable feeling of people thinking that they understood his motives better than he did.

If he reflected on what had happened in the past few days for too long, he'd most likely have a panic attack.

Walking back through the rain, towards the same way he came in, two cloaked figures were suddenly standing in front of him.

Perhaps these were the guards of the elusive Amegakure's leader?

"Itachi Uchiha," The one on the right spoke crisply, and smoothly to him. Judging from their voice and small stature, the speaker was obviously female. The other person on the left was more than likely male, just by looking at the height difference between the two, and the wide berth of his shoulders.

"You have no reason to be here." She said.

"I am looking for the Akatsuki." Itachi said.

The woman tilted her head slightly, and Itachi could imagine her eyes narrowing at his forwardness, and his knowledge of the group.

"We run this village. Why do you seek us?" She asked.

Itachi felt his heart skip a beat. No wonder the trail ran cold...This is where the group stayed at. He'd successfully tracked the most unknown terrorist group in the ninja world.

"My clan is dead, killed by my own hands." Itachi answered, trying to forget the horrible memories of killing neighbors, children, and his parents.

"I need a purpose, since I can no longer stay in Konoha."

"They will search for you. We do not need Konoha ninja discovering our whereabouts all because we allowed Itachi Uchiha to join us."

"They will search, yes, but they will not find me unless I want them to. Do you forget that I have the Sharingan?" He asked, the red suddenly overtaking the black in his eyes.

"I am one of the last in the ninja world with these eyes. I would be an asset to your cause."

"Do you know what our cause is? Would you be willing to sacrifice your humanity for the sake of it? For the sake of the world? For the sake of something you never even knew existed?"

Itachi paused for a millisecond, then spoke clearly to the two cloaked figures. In doing this, he knew he'd sealed his fate and resigned himself to a life of crime and murder until he the day he died.

How had it all come to this?

Suddenly, an image of his younger sibling, laughing and smiling with him, then crying over his dead parent's bodies, came to mind.

The answer was clear now. He'd do whatever it took to protect Sasuke. He'd even kill, so long as it prolonged Sasuke's safety.

"Yes."

Sasuke Uchiha sat outside the meeting room of the The Konoha Council, quietly awaiting the moment when he'd have to recount the horrid tale for the first time.

"Come in." An old man's voice said from behind the green wooden door.

Sasuke stood up, and entered into the room without any sort of emotion crossing his childish features. Upon opening the door, he saw that ANBU were standing near every other entrance, even the one Sasuke had come through. At the long table, each chair was occupied by a person. Most of them being Hyuuga, as the Uchiha side of the council was all dead.

At the end of the table, an elderly man and woman sat staring his him with their cold eyes. Next to them, was the Hokage and another man with bandages covering his right eye and his arm in a sling.

The only chair that was empty was the one at the head of the table. Sasuke assumed that this was his seat.

"Don't be shy, come sit down." Spoke one older Hyuuga woman gently. Sasuke looked at her directly in her pale lavender eyes.

There was no warmth there. They could've been Itachi's eyes, only purple.

Sasuke looked away from the old woman, and went and took his spot at the head of the table.

The moment he sat down, the old woman closest to him (Who was not a Hyuuga) began to speak.

"Would you like to tell us what happened please?" She spoke kindly, with a smile that was sick and twisted looking. Like the Hyuuga elder, her eyes did not match her voice.

Looking around at the eyes of all of the people at the table, he found that none of them contained any sympathy or concern. Rather, they had a greedy look to them, like the story he was about to tell would give some sadistic pleasure to their wretched lives.

The only person Sasuke found himself even remotely drawn to was the Hokage, as his eyes did in fact match his general demeanor. The Third emanated kindness and comfort.

However, this did not comfort Sasuke at all. All he wanted as well was to hear the story. No one cared about him, just about his dead parents.

"Sasuke-kun?" The old woman spoke again, this time a tad bit more impatiently. "Please, tell us everything. Don't leave out any detail."

"You want to hear what happened?" Sasuke finally spoke.

"Yes, whenever you're ready-"

"You can see for yourself what happened. Surely there has already been an entire file made upon their deaths. Or is the village's ninja becoming even more incompetent?" Sasuke interrupted the woman, and stared at her, dead in the eyes.

The woman's eyes narrowed. "Now, I understand you've just been through a traumatic experience, but that is no way to speak to-"

"I will speak to a person how ever they need to be spoken to." Sasuke interrupted once again, still staring impassively into her eyes.

"If you behave like a dog, chasing it's ball without stopping to think about the thorn bush ahead, then I will address you accordingly."

The woman felt a strange twinge of fear in her old heart. As did the rest at the table. The cold aura, emanating from the small child before them was unlike anything from a child.

It was adult anger and malice, that was contained in the form of a boy. A boy, who they felt could kill many of them in his anger if they pushed him too far.

This little boy had no humanity left in him. And if he did, it had been squashed into almost nothing.

"You know what happened. You don't need to hear it from me." Sasuke stated emotionless. "Itachi Uchiha slaughtered the Uchiha clan like common pigs. I was left alive because...I wasn't important enough to kill." He finished, gritting his teeth together in anger.

The woman nodded. "Is there anything else?"

Sasuke was quiet, and stared down at the table, eyes closed in thought. The Council was leaning forward, eager to hear his next few words.

"If the dog doesn't see the thorns, and it runs into it, who will save the dog from it's own stupidity? Surely not the Hawk, or the Rattlesnake, or the Bull, or the Tiger. Instead, they will take advantage of the Dog's weakness and attack as one."

The Council members looked at each other, confused. What was he talking about...?

Sasuke saw their confusion, and decided to clarify things for the slow old people.

"Konoha will not stand an attack from the other villages. Instead of attempting to hear the testimony of a six-year-old boy, and use it as a weapon against the already dead Uchiha, perhaps you should focus your attention on the fact that one of your best ninja have abandoned the village with much information, and may use that information to their advantage."

"Konoha will fall in the next 48 hours...unless you old bats decide to actually do something useful, instead of sitting at a table listening to the words of a mere child. The same child who you deem it wise to base your decisions upon his words." Sasuke finished.

"I have noting else to say." Sasuke said, and scooting the chair from the table, he stood up and walked out of the meeting room. Leaving behind him, the shocked and insulted elders of Konoha.

Sasuke quickly exited the building, not even caring about the fact that he'd just insulted some of the most prominent and powerful political figures in Konoha.

He had better things to do than sit in a meeting room and recount his parents' deaths.

One thing he could be doing was training, which was where he was headed to now. The training grounds.

He reached his destination in no time, his thoughts making everything around him seem trivial. Immediately, he began to assault a tree that had padding around it's base.

He continued this until the sun began to set. The tears had been falling from his cold dark eyes from quite some time now, though he made no sound of grief. He mourned quietly for his clan.

He vowed that that would be the last time he ever cried. Never again would he show weakness. Love and weakness seemed to go hand in hand. Love is how Sasuke was duped into believing that his brother was the perfect sibling.

Itachi would pay.

Sasuke punched the little tree so hard, that it left a dent in the tree, and bark embedded in his hand.

Itachi would die. Sasuke would do what his 'Nii-san' told him. He'd despise him, hate him, and live a loathsome life. And when he gained the same Sharingan as his brother...

The cold black eyes of Sasuke melted into red with a single tomoe, as the tree suddenly shattered under the impact of Sasuke's second punch.

He'd kill him.

That concludes The Unfortunate Tragedy of the Uchiha!

I hope you enjoyed, this was a lot of fun to write, and we've come so far! I thank you few that have read this once again until the end.

Until next time my lovelies...