Landing on the rooftop of the silent Uchiha Compound, Haruto's eyes scanned the area, darting from left to right quickly. The sight of a man not too far ahead of him made his hand tighten around his tanto and he started off by jumping up high into the air, his shadow was cast onto the ground from the bright, white moon behind him. He brought his tanto in front of him, crashing onto the guard and knocking the man to the ground while driving the small blade into the back of his skull silently.
The guard didn't even get a chance to struggle. He gave a quiet 'Urk!'before he died, his brain shutting down after having a blade driven right through it. Haruto silently pulled his short sword out and held it to his side before he felt strange.
The feeling he had read about in the scroll began to start, the wriggle of the Jiongu's threads trying to escape began to tickle a little. He stared silently as a few threads ripped themselves out of his forearm painlessly before stabbing the man in the chest and cleanly severing off the arteries that surrounded the heart, picking it up gently despite its dangerous appearance and began to tear off the armour on his back, sewing and attaching it there, out in the open. It was grotesque and very, very unappealing but Haruto had made his bed and now he had to lay in it. There was no going back from this.
He frowned; he would have to use something to cover up the hearts if he was going to have them stuck to his back.
Suddenly, a jutsu popped into his head.
'Katon: Zukokku (Fire Release: Intelligent Hard Work).'
Strange, Haruto thought, the scroll never said anything about Jutsu. Only that the assassin had boastfully told the Shodaime that he could live forever as long as he replaced the hearts and could use the whips as weapons. He assumed that the Shodaime never used it on anyone but only wrote down what the assassin said. Takigakure had never supplied any information about the Kinjutsu either, so Haruto was really learning on the fly.
He would have to be careful as his hearts were exposed, from the front and the back, making him an easy target. Luckily, he had the cover of night and the fact that most of the clan was sleeping to tide the situation into his favour.
Haruto spent at least an hour, killing with extreme prejudice, slaying adults, elderly and even children in their sleep. Killing the children had hurt the most because they were the same age as Naruko and he could not imagine what would happen were he to find his baby sister's throat slit early in the morning. But he completed his task anyway. Killing them without even allowing them to awaken. The young ones all died peacefully, not even realising that they would never wake up from their eternal slumber.
And the blood. Oh god, the blood. By the end of it all, Haruto's clothes and skin were covered with splatters of blood from those who had been awake at the time of the massacre. There was so much of it. Haruto had killed before, undoubtedly so. But he had never taken an innocent life before. And tonight, while he had taken many lives that had been twisted by hatred, so much of it had been innocent as well. But he had no time to spare to dwell about how depressing the situation was for he had to leave.
He did spare some however, with the exception of Itachi, Sasuke and Mikoto, the whole of the Uchiha clan was completely annihilated and wiped out, their eyes destroyed on the spot to prevent people like Danzo, who his father had warned him about, from ever using them for his own private army that was somehow still in circulation despite Minato's multiple attempts at shutting it down. He had killed a surprised Fugaku in the living room while Mikoto was asleep in their bedroom. He never entered Itachi and Sasuke's room, knowing that he would immediately wake up and attack Haruto on instinct.
The blood-soaked blonde silently prayed that Sasuke would be nurtured well under his mother and brother's loving care to stop the bloodline of hatred in the Uchiha's, one that Fugaku was filled with.
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The village was in chaos. The three remaining Uchiha's had awoken to find that their entire clan had been slaughtered in their sleep by an unknown assailant. Itachi's eyes widened, realising that the massacre had happened one day earlier than expected. Mikoto (who had anticipated the deaths) and Sasuke were wailing at the loss of their entire family linage.
Awakened by their loud cries, the villagers and shinobi went to check it out, only to be horrified. The sight of a hundred dead Uchiha's shrouded by white cloths were taken out in public. Tsunade, who had stayed in Konoha, shook her head at the sight of the smaller bodies. Someone was smart enough and informed that the Uchiha's were about to revolt, and had cleverly killed them while destroying the eyes in the process. She knew they were destroyed as they were still in the sockets, except each seemed to have a senbon been lodged in it to effectively disable the use of it.
She hoped that the eyes were destroyed last after they had died instead of before.
Minato had gone to Haruto's room after seeing the aftermath of the Uchiha massacre to find it in a mess. A silencing seal had been slapped against the wall to ensure that no sound in the room got out. The table, clothes and the wardrobe was all on the floor and a sea of books and throwing weapons had been scattered across the floor. The walls faired not much better, covered in whip markings that slashed the walls deeply. Not to mention how much blood there was.
Minato had immediately panicked at the idea of his son being attacked in his sleep, only to see that an out of place note had been placed in the middle of his empty bed. Hesitantly opening the note, he had expected a ransom from the attacker seeing as Haruto was the son of the Yondaime.
He had not expected it to have been from Haruto himself.
Goodbye Father and Mother.
If I can even call you that.
Too long I have been left behind in the dust and shadow of my little sister. All because of you. You don't deserve to be called these titles. Real parents wouldn't have allowed this to happen.
So I have left, taking the heads of the Uchiha with me. But don't worry. I have spared some of them, with them being my best friend, his little brother and their mother. Imagine that. One of the great founding clans of Konoha, now reduced to a measly headcount of three. But with the power I now hold, nothing is out of grasp for me.
You might be wondering why I have left them alive. It's simple. I want them to hate me. I want them to come and try their best to kill me, to grow stronger with their hatred of me, and when it's all said and done, I will crush them. I will show you just how far I have come without you to teach me. I will show you just how strong I can and will be.
Remember. This is all your fault.
Haruto.
The clattering of the scroll as it fell to the ground, rolling away from the stunned Minato was the only sound that came from reading the scroll. Minato was too busy reeling in shock to even make a sound.
If he was already reacting in this manner, Naruko was going to get a heart attack halfway through the letter.