"By taking revenge, a man is but even with his enemy; but in passing over it, he is superior." - Anon
Fade to Red
In his dreams he sees his family.
Whole again after all these years, but not always clean of the blood that coats the walls. Sometimes he sees Itachi turning towards him, holding the katana that slaughtered his parents, cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparents, and now his own little brother.
But sometimes, when the spars and gen-jutsus have worn him out so much that he can barely think straight, he dreams of the good days. Of the brother who taught him how to read the old kanji in the Uchiha library. Who, whenever he was scared of the thunder and lightning outside of the thin walls of his bedroom, would allow him to crawl into his bed and nessle against his chest.
He doesn't know which one he wants to remember more.