Prologue: Breaking Reality

Death is a sudden thing if you are lucky, if not then it's a rather prolonged and excruciating event. In my case well you could say I was lucky, as far as a dying man could be of course.

I was a twenty-year-old university student, whose name hardly matters at this point, that in no shape or form was special or different from the rest, just a face among the many. My death too wasn't that spectacular to be honest. At one point I'm just crossing the street and in the next moment I am embraced by eternal darkness or so I thought, now while I wasn't the most religious individual out there I had always wondered what followed after death but the answer I got as you can imagine was not something I could have expected even in my wildest of dreams.

The eternal darkness suddenly shattered and gave way to color. Red, everything was cast in a red light as far as they eye could see, an endless expanse colored in crimson. If that wasn't enough for my brain, reality once more started shifting as buildings hazed into existence, slowly shaping the scenery around me.

As if in a blink or maybe an eternity I found myself standing in front of medium sized wall that was inspired heavily by Japanese medieval architecture. But before I could contemplate why which ever deity governed things decided I should be pulled from limbo in order to watch a wall in a spooky setting I found my legs unwillingly moving towards an unknown direction.

It seemed control was taken away from me completely as I found my head moving without my command too but at least I was able to see where I was going and that was towards the entrance of the complex that had just sprung into existence before me.

As I walked the hairs on the back of my neck suddenly stood and a slight chill travelled down my body in response to the ominous winds that had appeared. It was only then that my brain realized that until this moment I hadn't been feeling anything, not the wind, not the slight chill in the air or the smell of ash mixed in with copper that hit my nose. My heartbeat quickened in anxiety as I struggled to comprehended what was happening.

It was as I finally reached the gate that I finally saw something familiar but instead of hope it only filled me with dread that was almost immediately vocalized "No, no, no, this can't be, what is happening."

The reason for my panic was simple, adorned on the wall was a symbol I knew quite well. It was the telltale signature red and white fan of the famous clan that played a major part in the series that basically introduced me to the world of anime. That's right in front or more like above my very eyes was the symbol of the Uchiha clan.

The scent of copper was growing stronger and before my brain could be given too much time, to process that I was seeing something that was fictional, my feet started moving once more past the gate and taking me into the compound.

Despite my mounting panic and my heart threatening to burst from my chest I was able to connect the dots to where I was or more importantly when. The realization only made the fear skyrocket as I desperately tried to regain control of my body and escape this retched place because I knew what would follow and I didn't wish to see that.

My struggles proved to be in vain and soon I found myself seeing the first of many bodies I would see tonight. An elderly couple sprawled on the ground in front of what appeared to be their shop, their life essence pooling around them and seeping into the cracked stone path.

Having never seen a dead body in person before it made me feel sick and bile rose in my throat as the stench of blood now overwhelmed my nose. My feet gave me no rest though and I was pulled from the scene only to encounter similar ones as I was dragged towards my final destination.

By the time I reached what was Sasuke's house my nerves were fried and if I was able to I probably would have suffered a heart failure with how fast it was pumping, in response to the all the fear I was experiencing.

Entering the house, I was treated with the sight of Uchiha Itachi in all of his anbu glory standing on top of the corpses of his parents. At this point he was younger then even I was and yet here he was, face incased in a mask of ice and indifference as his eyes focused on mine with a familiarity that shouldn't be there. Staring me down his smooth voice rang out through the room sending chills down my body "Foolish little brother."

That was all the warning I got before reality shifted and hell entered my eyes as I experienced the horror of Itachi killing every single member of the clan. Unable to close my eyes or make my body turn away I watched as he methodically went around carrying out his mission with brutal efficiency.

After what felt an eternity I once more found myself in control of my body and in front of that same wall this nightmare began in. Falling on my knees and emptying the contents of my stomach was the only thing I was able to do before I was once more pulled forwards without my consent.

Like some sort of demented torture, the event kept repeating itself, as if on a loop. I would return to the wall and then walk inside into the compound only to encounter Itachi and be forced to view him massacring the clan and his, our parents, over and over again.

Each time was worse than the last as bits and pieces of unknown memories would surface about each and every person killed. The sweet elderly couple giving me free bread, the chuunin passing by telling me I would make a fine shinobi. But by far the most painful shards were the one with my, his parents.

Events of my mother smiling and treating my injuries after practice, the sharp gaze of Father as we trained and he instructed me. Each and every one of them were like a sharp blade stabbing into my soul despite not being mine or maybe they were.

I never noticed how my body turned shorter and everything looked bigger or that instead of unknowns I could name every person and associate a memory with them. After what seemed an eternity a divergence from the loop happened. Instead of founding myself in front of that wall, I was in the middle of the road instead, the form of my brother before me once more.

His voice ever so cold and detached hit my ears rendering my soul asunder with every word he spoke "…Foolish brother. If you want to kill me, then blame. Hate me. And live on in shame. Run and run, cling desperately to life. Then one day come before me with the same eyes I bear now!" The sight of his accursed Mangekyō Sharingan staring through me and judging my worthless self was the last thing I saw as reality shattered around me.

Screaming I returned into the land of the living as everything within my line of sight seemed to sharpen and come into a focus. Despite being free from that hell I continued to tear my throat in screaming as my brain struggled to cope with the experience.

The last thing I saw before unconsciousness took me once more was the reflection from the pupil of the anbu with a bird mask hovering above me. The sight of two crimson orbs, with one tomoe spinning in each, attached to the face of eight-year-old Uchiha Sasuke. The sight of my own face.

An: Well this is my first attempt at writing a Story and as such I have chosen one of the most cliché things, a Self-insert as Sasuke. Yep you heard right, you can commence the tomato throwing now.

Other things you might notice are probably some typos as I may have missed somethings. All in all, I am making this story because of a plot bunny that entered my head and wouldn't leave but I do hope you'll find some enjoyment in it. That's pretty much All I can think off, I'll see you in the next chapter.

Slight Update: Noting major was changed minus adding a few words that were apparently crunched as I carried this over to here