The Hatred Of An Uchiha

An Unbreakable Oath

It was cold; nothing uncommon in Konoha during autumn. A full moon blessed Konohagakure with a soft touch of warmth emanating from the moonlight, yet it did nothing to change the eerie iciness Izuna felt. 

Izuna, that was his name. He was named after one of the strongest Uchiha to exist, and the man who opened the path for the village he was part of to bloom into existence. 

His parents often told him that they wanted him to be just as strong him, yet not meet the same end of course; who wanted their children to die to the cold embrace of a sword? There was no joy to be found in death.

'There's no Lord Second equivalent to kill me anymore. Not since Lord Fourth died after all.' 

He let his thoughts wander whilst walking alone in the darkness of the village towards his home. Izuna was by no means a man grown, in fact he was the same age as the second son of the Uchiha Patriarch, if he remembered correctly his name was Sasuke Uchiha.

Just in case you thought otherwise, Izuna was by no means a prodigy. He was gifted - that little was true, but which Uchiha was not? They had an ancient bloodline's heritage brimming through their veins; one of the three legendary doujutsus with no equals when fully matured.

Izuna hadn't awakened his Sharingan just yet, not due to a lack of trying, however. His father often told him that he was far too young to even attempt such a thing. It was sort of seeing someone who desired his son to have a slow and satisfying life compared to others who wanted their sons and daughters to become as strong as possible to protect the village.

His footsteps were the only thing accompanying the winds in terms of sound. A rather odd concept to someone who knew that the village never truly slept, there'd always be someone coming back from their journey, or someone getting ready for a mission.

'The clan compound entrance is near, I should apologize to my parents for being late but I really didn't expect to dooze off and be made to spent the day writing on that dumb blackboard with a damn chalk just because I slept during history class...'

Something made Izuna stop on the spot. A goosebump ran through his body like a current and he couldn't avoid shivering at the emotions he was going through. Something wasn't right.

"You aren't supposed to be here."

Izuna could swear that there was a hint of amusement hidden amongst the sharp cold tone of the voice that resonated from god knows where.

Although Izuna had already established himself as a sensor thanks to the help of his instructors, he was nowhere good enough to use it under circumstances where he was stressed as much as he was right now.

A five year old kid who kept turning around, desperate to find the source of the voice just for the sake of a little relief.

Eyes opened wide when a hand connected to his throat, threatening to crush it under the force of the grip. It didn't take long for his body to hover in the air, legs flailing around in a desperate attempt to free himself from the masked man in front of him.

A mask, that's all he could see with the little light offered by the night. A mask with a single gap for one eye to make its presence known, filled with a sight Izuna knew all too well; a matured Sharingan with three tomoes.

"It seems Itachi missed one target, a mistake. A mistake I will correct right here. Rest in peace little kid, you won't be missed."

It felt cold, Izuna emphasized once again. A cold which was not equally shared in the rest of his body anymore.

'So why did it feel like a part of me was missing?'

Izuna's eyes, which threatened to turn red looked towards, somehow avoiding the pale white arm gripping his throat and looking at this lower body.

There was a hole where his stomach would be. That was all it took.

"Take solace in the fact your family will follow you soon, foolish cousin."

His body dropped to the ground as the figure swirled away and less and less of his body was visible. 

This was where Izuna Uchiha meet his first end. Eyes turned to crimson red with a pitch black tomoe revolving in a circular route.

And life for Izuna Uchiha was never the same anymore.