Hakuna Matata Ninja (Complete)

Sharingan Memories... (Special No POV)

<Personally, I played a haunting tune in my mind as I wrote this chapter to better enhance it... Maybe you, my readers... Should do the same.>

"Oh, it's a boy! Uchiha-sama!" Fugaku Uchiha fainted after watching his wife give birth to their second child. Mikoto giggled tiredly, holding her baby with utmost care.

"Uchiha-sama, if I may?" Mikoto looked to the doctor and nodded with a smile on her face. "What will his name be?"

"... Sasuke." As if knowing his name, the baby opened his small onyx eyes, looking around until he saw his mother, and reached out to her, a smile on his face.

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"Otouto!" Sasuke looked up with a smile on his face seeing his bigger brother.

"Itachi-nii!" He stopped drawing in his notebook and jumped into his brother's arms, giving him a hug. "Itachi-nii, will you teach me and Shiro-nii your kunai trick? Please please please??"

Itachi set his little brother down and poked him in the forehead. "Sorry Sasuke, I'm busy today. I have a mission."

Sasuke pouted, his brother was always too busy...

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"Ha, Shiro-baka-nii! I win!" Sasuke stuck his tongue out at Shiro, watching as his rock skipped all the way to the middle of the pond. Shiro scratched his head sheepishly.

"I suppose you do... Sasu-chaaan!"

"Hey! Take that back now!"

Shiro looked at his brother with a sad, but happy gleam in his eyes, "Gotta catch me first haha!"

They ran around the yard for hours until the sun set and ended up laying on the grass-covered ground. "Shiro-nii... Why is there so many stars in the sky?"

Shiro looked over at his younger brother in slight confusion before an understanding lit his eyes, "Ah, Otouto, each and every star has a story behind them."

"Huh?" Sasuke looked at him curiously.

"Each of those stars... Used to be a person. Now... They watch over us from up there. They are from all over the elemental nations. Konoha has all of the shinobi who have lost their lives for us protecting the village as well. That is our Will of Fire. Don't let anyone tell you different, keep it burning Otouto." Shiro ruffled Sasuke's head before pulling him up and back into the house for the night.

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"Shiro. You cannot tell anyone, is that understood?"

"I... I--"

"You will listen, am I UNDERSTOOD?!"

"Y-yes Tou-san!" Shiro still received a back hand to the face and fell to the ground, clutching his bruised cheek and forcing back tears. It would only give him another backhand.

"That is for hesitating. You know where your loyalties lie, correct boy?"

"Yes, Tou-san." The boy's voice took on a morbid, dead tone. Like the life had been sucked out of him.

"Good." Fugaku turned and his kimono's edge swept behind him with the wind as he walked back towards the house. Before he left, he said once more. "Speak of anything about this night or what you've learned, and you will wish to know something as nice as a simple back hand." Then he was gone, leaving Shiro surrounded by trees.

When Shiro could not sense his chakra presence anymore, he broke down. Tears trailed down his face as he choked on his sobs. He would never tell anyone... Not about the coup, not about his and his father's nightly conversations, not about the pain, the aloneness, nothing.

He would have to be strong for everyone, only would he be himself alone. The weak and frail, innocent boy he always wanted to be. Naive and oblivious as he'd always wished he'd been allowed.

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"... Madara, please, I'm sorr--"
Madara pushed Hashirama away from him.

"You... I hate you, and I hate this village! You have taken away what should have been the Uchiha's power! All we have is a police headquarters and an isolated compound, and the villagers fear us Hashirama, they FEAR us, not love us, not respect, but FEAR!!" Madara shouted at Hashirama and disappeared in a flash of black flames, leaving a shocked and angry Hashirama.

Madara appeared at what would soon become the Valley of the End and stood in front of the lake, which was shimmering by the moonlight. He clutched the soft sandy dirt and held it in his fisted hand before letting it fall and closing his eyes in sorrowful madness.

"I didn't deserve to live. Why did I live? My brother deserved it more than me. Why didn't he live damnit?!" Tears fell from the Uchiha's activated Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan. It wasn't fair. Izuna shouldn't have died. He should have... Now he would have to make Izuna's dream come true.

He would have to bring peace to the world.

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"Kakashi!!" Obito shoved his best friend rival out of the way of falling rocks, only to be smashed himself. Over half his body was crushed, blood dribbling down his chin.

"Why, why did you save me?!" Kakashi shouted angrily, confused and frustrated tears soaking his torn mask.

"Dunno, heh. Bastard... Keep Rin-chan safe, you hear? Oi Rin!" Rin ran over to him and watched in horror as he ripped out his eye and gave it to her, pointing at Kakashi.

"I forgot to get him a birthday present. Use it to protect Rin-chan for me alright bastard?" Rin transplanted the eye into Kakashi's empty socket, sobbing all the while.

"We can get him out, there has to be a way!" Rin started grabbing the rocks and moving them, but it only caused more to fall down onto Obito.

"Rin." She froze at Kakashi's tone. "Stop. Let's go."

Obito had already passed out, a smile on his face. He had done good. He saved his friends, his rival, his brother. He was happy now...

Then he woke up. Only to see his so called best friend shove his Chidori through his crush's chest. His heart constricted, cracking and shattering.

"You see what Konoha scum do? You see what your 'best friend' did to the one you loved?" Obito nodded numbly, the hypnotizing voice surrounding his very being, wrapping invisible chains around him.

"You." The chains slowly began to tighten. "Will be..." The chains were tightened against his skin. "My voice and body!!" The chains shredded him into pieces.

His eyes dead, Obito nodded. Madara smirked, even though he was old, his brother's dream would still come to fruition. He would come back even after death to achieve his brother's goal. After all, this was for everything and everyone, especially Izuna.

Obito had silent tears dripping down his face. His... No... That, that boy, he spat out the thought, was not his brother, he would never be his brother, ever!!

-Last-

Shiro looked at his little brother once more. Before drawing his hood over his head and walking away from him. Leaving the life he knew behind him and looking towards another one. He had a mission. If it involved giving up everything... Then so be it. Anything for his Otouto and his village. He will go to hell... But it will be worth it.

"Hakuna Matata, Otouto..."

<Tadah, I thought this would be a good place to stop for a sequel to come in the form of another story ^.^ I hope you enjoyed hehe!>