Okay, hello everyone. I want to keep this quick. This is the completely rewritten version of Bleeding for you. It has the same exact story line with a few minor changes, one being that there is now this prologue, and another being the ages have been uped a bit. Anyway, welcome to the first installment in the Uchiha-Mitsuki Trilogy. I understand that this is a very short beginning, but I will have the actual first chapter up by the end of the day hopefully.

Rating: M for violence, incest and things of the like.

Pairings: Itachi/Sasuke, Tatsu/Fugaku, Hiroko/Sasuke and probably some random other ones somewhere along the lines. (These are just the main pairings for the entire story.)

Warnings: This is INCEST just as Bleeding for you was, so if you don't like brothers kissing and other such things then I suggest you go away now because I will not tolerate people telling me that I'm disgusting for writing this. Other warnings for the story overall are, Mpreg, violence, language, self injury and various other things.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, but I do own very many characters throughout this story, Mitsuki Hiroko and Mitsuki Masahiro included.

Uchiha-Mitsuki Trilogy: Bloodlines

Prologue

The bloodshed was beautiful; the red that stained everything around him was just too breath-taking for words. It was over, finally, and he felt near bliss in the aftermath of the slayings. He wished there were more of them; more to kill. He hadn't gotten enough, he doubted that he ever would as he looked around at the bodies of his clan members. They had deserved it, was what he had convinced himself of. They were attempting to make moves against him and he had only protected himself. So in his mind this was simply cleansing his village of the irritating vermin that he had forced himself to call family for the past sixteen years.

Finally, a small grin slipped onto his blood-stained lips as he spun around. He knew he could have finished with them all much quicker and easier than he had, but he had wanted to see the blood; he had wanted to feel the entirety of their life slip from them so easily and by his own hand. He had enjoyed the way he had watched the light slowly fade from each and every pair of eyes, save for one.

Yes, he knew he had forgotten her; he was even more aware of it as he passed by the place she was hiding, acting as if he hadn't noticed her cowering presence from the very beginning of his crazed massacre. He knew she wouldn't dare do anything against him since she knew her place well and had just seen what he would, quite happily, do to any of his family. Just because she happened to be his elder sister meant nothing; her life meant absolutely nothing to him, just like all the others had meant.

For the last time, he glanced back at the bodies that littered the streets before he shook his head in slight disappointment and went on his way.

Two years later

Her eyes were trained on him still, just as they had been for the past few hours, as she watched him follow the same boys continuously. She didn't exactly know what he had in mind just yet but she knew that she would figure it out. It was only the least that she could do to avenge her family... Her eyes closed for a moment as she thought about the massacre she had witnessed years before, but soon she was shaking it from her head and looking back out at the street, to only see the two dark-haired boys walking alone. Her eyes searched desperately for any sight of her brother on the street, but she saw not even a glimpse of his blonde hair.

"Did you never learn, Masahiro, that it is rude to spy on others?" she heard his mocking voice directly behind her, whispering into her ear. Her heart beat painfully in fear as she jumped but didn't dare turn around. "Mitsuki-sama!" part of her felt the need to apologize from habit but she knew that she wouldn't; not to this person. "Why don't you go home," he suggested in a sarcastic manner, "there's nothing you can do for them even if you wanted to." Masahiro bit her lip and looked down at the ground, thinking that this might be her one chance to do something about him now. If only she could get herself to move then she could save whoever he had chosen as his new victim.

She didn't even get the chance to twitch a muscle, "Now, now, Masahiro, you know the rules. No fighting," it almost sounded as if he were laughing at her, "You wouldn't want to end up like father now, right?" She ignored his words and turned around with a kunai in her hand, ready to strike him, but her blade only hit the air behind her. Masahiro sighed shakily and dropped her weapon, trying not to think of the mutilated body of her father nor the way she knew her brother had been grinning so smugly behind her.

Once she collected herself, Masahiro looked up and saw, far off in the distance now, the two boys that her brother had been following. He had been right, she knew that well, there was nothing that she could do for the two of them. She began to walk away from the spot she had been glued to for the past hour, waiting on them all to come out of the shop, and prayed silently for the two that her brother had seemed so interested in. It was, in truth, the only thing that she could do, and for that she was sorry.

TBC...

A/N: And like I said, I know it's short. The first chapter will be up incredibly soon, so look forward to it, and review if you could be so kind. :) Thank you for reading.

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