The moon's fullness blared in horrible agony, bright as a teary drop of sunlight.

Yet it was so cold…so cold.

Yet it was so red…a cold and vicious red.

Just like…sharingan. The bloody and cold eyes that haunted his dreams…and cursed him with their existence. Itachi's eyes, sharp and piercing, drain the chakra…draining the soul; draining Sasuke's soul.

Yet the boy longed for them; he wanted them for his own. How he longed to hear the piercing scream of his brother echo through the night; echoing because of him.

Sasuke wanted power; no, he needed power. He would have the power he desired, and more. He would crush the unfortunate souls that crossed his path to steal their power.

The Uchiha avenger would do anything for the power to kill the one he would avenge against. He wanted revenge. Sweet revenge. The black haired shinobi wanted nothing more than to lick the cold, metallic tasting blood that would fall from Itachi's neck. He wanted the blood that symbolized the death of his brother.

This was his soul purpose…and he would be blinded to all things else; love, compassion, friendship. They were mere distractions; those who attempted to provide him with warmth would meet the blade of a kunai.

"Sasuke…"

The cold, smirking voice slid smoothly through the air, reaching the younger Uchiha's ears and collapsing into it.

"You have finally become worth the effort to fight. I commend you, little brother."

Ridiculous words, though true. He was ready. The blood that coursed through his veins demanded the splatter of the crimson liquid onto the fresh soil.

"Itachi," he hissed, his voice as cold and metallic as the blood pumping through his body, "you…will…DIE!"

Blade hit blade, splitting the air particles blowing in the fragrant wind.

Silence.

"You have truly gotten better, Sasuke-kun."

The avenger's eyebrows raised in visible anger, blade pushing across his brother's with a force that should only be called upon in desperation.

Was this desperation?

The blades left each other's grasp, Itachi twisting in an attempt to connect to his brother's heart, and the younger jumping a full six feet back.

Swish!

Itachi panted, his heavy, warm breath hitting the chilled air. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, causing a savage grin to form on Sasuke's lips.

"What is it, Itachi?" he taunted, blade poised at the ready, "Are you taking this fight seriously?"

The older man responded with a heavy grunt, his eyes wide and spinning. Black, white, black white…red…

"Your attempts are futile." Sasuke growled in an almost angry pleasure.

Sharingan…against sharingan.

Blood littered the ground, the red sticky liquid oozing and absorbing into the already pink-colored earth. The moon screamed again with the sickly red crimson that matched the pair of sharigan…the only pair of sharingan.

Who…had won?

"Sasuke" the water nin rasped, his body have submerged in his own blood. "I…should have known you would kill…" Suigetsu stopped in mid sentence, his body releasing organs, cells, blood; everything from the inside of his stomach.

The black haired nin smirked, resheathing his long, thin bladed katana. "Then why did you stay?"

Suigetsu's one remaining eye swung at the Uchiha. This time it was his turn to smirk. "Because…I wanted to see someone else destroy them self…"

Shing!

The blade swung into the man's head and sprayed its master with the satisfactory red liquid.

The blood bath had just begun.

"I won't give you that satisfaction."

The path that Sasuke took was a harsh one; it was too brutal. The devil himself might have turned away in utter disgust. The people he killed, the things he did; they were all in the name of avenging his dead family.

"Sasuke…" the voice was a mere whisper now, the blood spewing from the man's mouth like hell's fountain. A smile broadened on the dying Uchiha's face. "Heheheh…"

Sasuke's red eyes snapped onto Itachi's face, sword poised to Itachi's heart. "You…you're laughing." He growled in complete confusion, only fueling his rage, "Why the hell are you laughing? I'm going to kill you, you fucking bastard!"

Red eyes mirrored his own, though to turning of the black pupils were slowing and the crimson color fading to a dull white.

"Don't you see Sasuke?" he snickered, not once flinching from the horrible injuries he had sustained. The gashes, the rips in his flesh, the painful jagged lines the katana had created; it was if they weren't there.

"You've…" a rain of blood fell from his mouth. The dark liquid splashed onto Sasuke's katana. "You have done everything I told you."

Sasuke's eyes widened, the red fading into white. He clenched his teeth in almost fear, dreading the words that would come out of the dying man's mouth. No…

"You…destroyed the ties you made…"

"Sas-uke," the blonde shinobi winced as the Uchiha stepped onto his fallen arm.

Crr-ack.

Pain flooded into Naruto, his bone shattered at the middle. "W-hy?"

"You rejected the things you could have had…"

"Sasuke-kun!" the pink kunoichi shouted, her eyes pleading with a hungry desperation, "Please!" she collapsed to the floor, sobbing, "Come back…please…"

"You betrayed the ones who actually cared."

"Sas-uke,"

"Sasuke-kun!"

"Sasuke-teme!"

"Uchiha!"

Itachi's head tilted into a sickly position, neck broken. "Don't…you see?" his eyes flashed a brilliant red for the last time. "You are…"

No!

"Just…"

It can't be!

"…Like,"

Shwing!

The katana pierced the man's throat, but not before he uttered the last word that caused Sasuke to scream out in horror. They were so soft, yet so loud. So…horrible…

"Me."

TBC…

Author note: Exploring Sasuke's nature. This will be a 2-chapter oneshot…an angsty piece. X3 Next page will be uploaded tomorrow (?)