Okay, so, a completely revised prologue of a story originally written by 12 year old me. Ugh, reading it was painful, I promise you that. Hope you enjoy this version much better. I'll try to revise a chapter a day, considering I've kept you all waiting so long. Sorry we couldn't just get on with the story. Xoxo.

The night was cold; a chilling, hollow type of cold that Sasuke had grown used to.

He stood at the corner, his eyes scanning the dark streets before him.

He had been waiting for this.

The wind was blowing wildly, depositing his dark hair in front of his equally dark eyes. Sasuke didn't even notice.

He didn't think he'd ever see this day. His whole life was centered around this one emotion; this vehement need for vengeance against his brother. It consumed him.

He was an avenger, and it was far too late to change that.

Footsteps broke the silence that was surrounding him. He turned toward the source of the noise. It was a small family; a mother, father and son.

Sasuke's fists clenched as they passed him, barely noticing his presence.

He couldn't stand the sight of happy families, considering his was ripped away from him.

"You shouldn't get so worked up over something so trivial."

Sasuke slowly turned to the owner of the voice, the ice in his heart more apparent than ever.

"Itachi," Sasuke addressed him, nodding.

Itachi's face was hidden by his jacket's large collar, shielding his smirk from his little brother.

"I heard you're living a pathetic, white-collar life. What a disgraceful existence for an Uchiha," Itachi sneered, not breaking eye contact.

Sasuke clenched his jaw, tightening his grip on the handle of the semi-automatic pistol he had in his pocket.

"Why did you do it?" Sasuke implored, almost too calmly, "What gave you the desire to destroy our family?"

Itachi stayed quiet for a moment, stepping a little more into the light.

Sasuke could finally see his face, and was not surprised by what he saw. His eyes were lifeless and cold, just as Sasuke saw them in his nightmares.

"They bored me," Itachi replied with a tilt of his head and bitter smirk.

Sasuke saw red as he withdrew his pistol, aiming it between his brother's eyes.

"How fucking dare you," Sasuke seethed, his grip tightening and his knuckles turning white.

Itachi said nothing as he stared at his brother, his smirk fading.

"You aren't going to kill me, brother," Itachi said nonchalantly, stepping closer toward Sasuke.

Itachi noticed that as he stepped forward, his brother stepped back. The action caused another smirk to appear on Itachi's face.

Itachi paused, studying his younger brother.

"You fear me," he said plainly, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

Sasuke smirked, cocking his pistol.

"There's no fear in my heart, brother. The only thing I feel is hatred."

Unbeknownst to Sasuke, a small, knowing smile appeared on Itachi's face.

"I don't want any of your blood on my, pathetic, white-collar, attire," Sasuke said coldly, poison dripping off of every word.

Then, a gunshot.

Everything went quiet.