Sasuke finally lost the police below by turning around and doubling back on his tracks. It was risky getting so close to the police building, but he knew they expected him to run away from it.

Upon reaching the building, he surreptitiously made his way to a manhole he'd seen at the far edge of the compound. He could still see a frenzy of activity inside the well lit structure. Although no one was in the compound, he'd need to be careful.

Sasuke silently lifted the cover off of the sewage hole, and with one arm, began to work his way down the ladder. His right arm hung limply at his side, blood beginning to leak through the makeshift bandage.

The exertion and the blood loss were beginning to catch up with Sasuke. He breathed in deeply, in and out, fighting to remain conscious. But he had to keep going. The police would track his movements eventually, and he had no time to dawdle.

He splashed down into the murky water at the bottom. If they used dogs, he could give them no trail. Slogging through the knee deep water slowed him down considerably, but it was unreasonable to travel on land, where his scent could be traced.

Sasuke counted the seconds as they went by, refusing to succumb to the tendrils of darkness that called to him. You can sleep later, he thought. Just get out of here first.

He took so many twists and turns, only an expert would know where they were going. Thank goodness he'd spent his whole life navigating the sewers.

Finally, he arrived at a cover he was positive was the right one. Or at least, one that was within close proximity of the place he had in mind. Dragging himself up the ladder, he pushed the sewer lid up, and cautiously poked his head out.

Sasuke let out a sigh of relief as he surveyed the area. It was the same hole that he'd come out of when he was robbing the food cart. He was back in the underground. It was still dark, and no one was around. Hauling himself out of the hole, he began walking, though he was close to collapsing from exhaustion. He'd lost more blood than he'd thought. Curse that Tsunade.

As he made his way to his home, Sasuke glanced about. Plenty of thugs hung about at night. Normally, he wasn't worried about them, but now they posed a serious threat.

Sasuke had been confronted by several gangs before, who either were trying to get him to join their group, or give him a beating. Both had always failed, even when he'd faced seven at once.

Now, injured, weak, and vulnerable, Sasuke was more than a little worried. He moved faster, praying he'd get home without encountering anyone.

"Hey!"

Great. He whipped around, trying to hide his injured arm. Maybe, he could bluff his way out of this encounter.

Out of the darkness came four boys, all about his age, all mean and tough. They glared at him threateningly. One of them, a kid with cropped blond hair and thick arms stepped forward. "Well well well. Look here. If it isn't the great Sasuke Uchiha. What're you doing out here all alone?"

"Get lost." Sasuke clipped, standing up as straight as he could. "I don't have time to waste on you pathetic low lives."

The blond kid sneered. "You forget you're one of us? Ya know, I don't think you're half of what everyone makes you out to be. You don't look all that tough. Why don't you show us what you've got?"

Sasuke scowled. "Save yourselves a beating and go home." He turned to walk away, hoping his bluff would scare them off.

"Not so fast!" The kid growled, reaching out and grabbing his right arm.

A flare of pain exploded, and he visibly flinched, barely holding in a cry. He could practically visualize the smirk that was crawling up the boy's face.

"Huh? What's this? Are you injured? Hey boys, looks like it's our lucky day. Let's teach this arrogant brat a lesson!" He tightened his hold on Sasuke's arm.

Sasuke acted on instinct. He spun around, kicking the blond kid in the face. He cried out and released him abruptly, clutching his nose that was dripping with a thick crimson liquid. "God--ugh!" He glared at Sasuke furiously. "I'll kill you!"

The other three boys closed in, cracking their knuckles menacingly.

Sasuke was breathing hard, his arm still giving his trouble. The way this would probably end was with him getting beaten to a pulp.

Anger pulsed through his veins. He was sick of this! Curse Naruto for dragging him into this! Screw them all for destroying his life! His vision turned red around the edges. He was NOT going to let these boys lay a finger on him. He'd been put through enough already.

Suddenly, Sasuke's eyesight sharpened. The people around him stood out clearly even in the dark. As they advanced, something happened.

And when the first one threw a punch, he figured out what it was.

The second the boy's arm had moved from his side, Sasuke predicted exactly which direction he would swing it. The boy's fist cleared his head by at least a foot. He stumbled forward a bit, having put a bit too much momentum into his swing. The other boys stared at him, and didn't waste any time closing in.

They all attacked at once, but to Sasuke, it seemed they were moving in slow motion. He easily managed to avoid every blow, then retaliated with hard strikes of his own.

In a matter of minutes, each boy was lying on the floor, groaning. Sasuke was in a daze, still unsure of what he'd done exactly. He walked over to the blond leader, rolling him into his back with his foot. The kid looked up at him in terror. "Wh-what are you? Some kinda monster?"

"What are you talking about?" Sasuke asked coldly.

"Y-your eyes..."

Sasuke's hand snapped to his eyes. They were pulsating slightly. Something had definitely happened to them, but he had no idea what. Suddenly, he was terrified of what he would see. Kicking the boy away from him, he began stumbling in the other direction, weak from fatigue and the lack of food and water that Tsunade had so graciously deprived him of when he'd been captured.

Sasuke made it to his basement, tripping down the stairs and rushing to the bathroom. Staring into the dirty cracked mirror, he gaped at his reflection in shock.

His eyes were crimson, a deep rich red color. The irises had completely transformed from their original onyx color to a swimming sea of blood. Three black tomoe spun hypnotically inside of them.

What is this? That was his only coherent thought. No sooner than that sentence came into his mind, than a single word popped into his head. Sharingan.

What? Why did I think of that? What does that mean? What's happening to me?

He didn't know. He wasn't sure of anything at this point. Overwhelming feelings clashed, and the dizzy, nauseous sensation washed over him.

Sasuke barely made it to his sofa before he passed out.

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"So he has it? He's inherited it?"

"Yes. So did Sasuke, it seems."

"Fugaku, what should we do?"

"I don't know. Actually Mikoto, We should explain it to Itachi. Sasuke's too young right now. When he's older, we'll tell him. This is a dangerous gift. More like a curse, really. I don't want to endanger either of them."

Seven year old Sasuke perched behind his parent's closed door. He hadn't meant to eavesdrop, but his interest was peaked when he'd heard his name mentioned.

Their words became quieter, and Sasuke leaned closer, straining to hear. He caught a few words that made no sense, and then heard a word he'd never heard before; "Sharingan."

A light tap on his shoulder made him jump. He looked up to see his older brother staring down at him chastisingly. "What are you doing?"

Sasuke quickly stood up, looking down guiltily. "Nothing."

"You know you're not supposed to listen to Mother and Father when they're speaking privately, don't you?" Itachi asked sternly.

"Uh-huh," Sasuke mumbled.

Suddenly, their parents fell quiet. Seconds later, their mother opened the door. "Sasuke! Itachi! What are you two doing here?"

"I was going to take Sasuke outside for a bit, and came to ask if it was alright." Itachi lied quickly, covering for his younger brother.

"Ahh...that will have to wait a bit. Itachi, please come into our room. There's something we need to talk to you about. Sasuke, please go to your room right now. Right now, us adults need some privacy." His mother told him gently but firmly.

Sasuke nodded and did as he was told, pouting slightly at being left out.

It was some time later when Itachi finally came back out, wearing a slightly troubled expression on his face. Sasuke immediately ran to him. "Nii-san? What's wrong? What did you talk about?"

Itachi gazed at him, a sad look on his face. "Nothing, Sasuke. Don't worry about it. Just...remember, I'll always be here to protect you. As long as I'm with you, nothing bad will ever happen to you."

Sasuke stared up at him in confusion. "What do you mean? Itachi, what did you guys say?"

"Mother said she'll tell you in...about four or five more years."

"Four years! I want to know now!"

His brother poked him in the forehead. "Sorry Sasuke. They'll talk to you about it some other time, okay?"

But four years later, their parents were stricken with illness caught from the horrible underground conditions, and passed away.

Yes, Sasuke has Sharingan. I know that this world isn't the ninja world, but things like this can still happen:)

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