You chose: <Accept Sasuke's Invitation>

"U-Uh, sure. I'd love to." You have homework, but you could really use the company. Now that your mom spends all day being depressed, and your brother. . . isn't home, you're really lonely.

Sasuke brightens, and you smile at him. Maybe he isn't an arrogant brat after all?

"Race you to the training grounds!" He dashes off in a cloud of smoke before you can react.

"Hey! That's cheating!" You run after him. Maybe he isn't arrogant, but he's still a huge brat.

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"I win!" Sasuke declares triumphantly as both of you, panting, reach the training grounds.

"That's not fair. If you hadn't gotten a head start, I would have won," you declare.

He shakes his head. "Nuh-uh, I would have won!"

"No, I would have!"

"No, I would!"

"No, I would"

"No, I would!"

"I WOULD!"

The two of you glare at each other for a moment before both bursting into laughter.

You pull out your shuriken, turning to the wooden posts with targets on them. Sasuke mirrors your actions, but with the pole to your left.

"Hey," you call as you glance over at him, "Whoever gets the least center hits has to buy the winner their favorite food," you call to him. He grins at you.

"You're on! Oh, and by the way, I like tomatoes."

"Don't get too cocky, brat! You won't be grinning when you buy me some mitarashi dango!"

"Nani?! Don't call me a brat! You're younger than me!" The two of you glare at each other before turning back to the training posts, both determined to win.

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The two of you are sitting on the ground, arms tired from all of the shuriken throwing you did.

"I win!" You point triumphantly at Sasuke, who scowls at you. "You owe me some mitarashi dango, duckbutt!"

He splutters. "I- What?"

"Your hair looks like a duck's butt. So, your new nickname is duckbutt!" He glares at you.

"My hair does not look like a duck's butt."

"It does too!"

"It does not."

"Does too!"

"Does not."

"Does too."

"Does not."

The two of you have another staring contest before you blink and pout.

"Aw, darn it!"

Sasuke laughs at you. "I win!"

"You still owe me dango~!"

"Darn it."

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"Man, we got back from practice pretty late," you muse as you stare at the full moon hanging in the sky.

"Hmm." Sasuke nods, agreeing. The two of you step into the Uchiha clan compound.

"Well, this is where we part ways," you tell Sasuke. "I'll see ya tomorrow, 'kay?"

He gives you a huge grin. "Today was fun. Can we train together again?"

You shrug. "Sure, why not?"

His grin widens.

"Well, bye."

"Bye."

You turn left, towards your house, while Sasuke turns right. You glance at him over your shoulder, before you turn the corner and lose sight of him. Sighing, you turn back around -

And freeze.

There are bodies littering the street in front of you. All in dark clothing, with dark hair.

The scent of blood fills the air, and you stagger back.

Bodies.

Blood.

Uchiha.

With shaking hands, you approach the body nearest to you - a handsome young man, looking to be around twenty years old. You already know the answer, but you lay a finger on his pulse.

It's not there, but his skin is still warm.

He died recently.

The killer is still nearby.

There is a flash of movement and you turn, eyes widening as you stare into an orange mask, decorated with black tiger lines surrounding a lone eyehole. The man leans forward, enough that you can see a single, spinning sharingan eye behind his mask.

"Hi! I'm Tobi!"

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