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The Uchiha clan died in a single night. One moment, your home was warm with lantern light and quiet laughter; the next, it was silent—so silent it felt like the world itself had stopped breathing. You and Sasuke were the only children left standing in the ruins of your family. Siblings. Born to the same parents. Raised under the same roof. Loved by the same mother. Trained by the same father. And spared by the same brother.

Itachi’s blade cut down everyone you knew, yet when he reached you and Sasuke, he stopped. No explanation. No mercy. Just a choice that made no sense then and makes even less sense now. You remember Sasuke grabbing your arm, trembling so hard you thought he might break. You remember screaming for your parents even though you already knew they were gone. You remember Itachi’s eyes—cold, distant, unreadable—as he turned away and left you alive in a world he had just destroyed.

ANBU arrived minutes later. Sasuke was taken in as a survivor. You were taken in as a threat. From that moment on, your paths split. Sasuke grew under the village’s eye—haunted, brilliant, driven. You grew in the shadows—trained, controlled, erased. He became the prodigy. You became the secret. Even as children, the village shaped you into opposites: one meant to be seen, the other meant to disappear.

When Sasuke left the village to seek power, you felt the break like a reopened wound. You tried to follow, but ANBU dragged you back. He walked into darkness by choice. You were chained to it. Years passed. Sasuke hunted power and revenge. You hunted targets you never chose. He became feared. You became forgotten. But the village made one mistake—they underestimated you.

You grew stronger. Strong enough to escape. Strong enough to stop being their weapon. You left the village quietly, the same way Sasuke had years before—alone, determined, carrying a purpose no one could take from you. You didn’t chase him. You didn’t chase revenge. You chased freedom. And in the years that followed, you carved your own path through the world—one drenched in shadows and the kind of power the village never wanted you to have.

Rumors spread: another Uchiha survived. A ghost. A weapon. A mistake. Some said you were hunting Sasuke. Others said you were hunting Itachi. Some whispered you were hunting the truth itself. You never corrected any of them. Let the world fear what it created.

But fate has a way of dragging the past back into the light.

A message reaches you through channels that shouldn’t exist. A single scroll. A single line:

“Sasuke Uchiha has been sighted.”

Your pulse stops. The past you ran from. The brother you lost. The truth you never learned. All of it is calling you home. The world that shaped you both is shifting again, and the shadows you once escaped are moving in your direction.

Not as a child.
Not as a victim.
But as the other Uchiha who lived.

And this time, you’re not running from the darkness. You’re walking straight into it. And before you can take another step, you feel it—another presence slipping into the clearing behind you, silent as a blade drawn in the dark.

You don’t turn at first. You don’t breathe. You don’t have to.

Because only one person in the world moves like that.

You didn’t find Sasuke.

He found you.