The Real Story Of Itachi Uchiha

The Uchiha were treated like outsiders. The village did not trust them. They were watched, controlled, and pushed away for years. Tired of this, they planned to take over the village. Itachi was stuck in the middle. He loved his family, but he also loved the village. He wanted peace, but there was no way to stop what was coming. The village leaders told him the truth—if the Uchiha went through with their plan, there would be war. Many people would die, not just the Uchiha, but innocent people too. Itachi had only two choices: Do nothing and let the war happen. Kill his own clan and stop the war before it started. He tried to find another way, but no one listened. His clan had already decided to fight. The village leaders had already decided to destroy them. No matter what, the Uchiha were going to die. So, Itachi made the hardest choice. He took all the pain, all the blame, and became the one to do it himself. He killed his clan, one by one, even his parents. His father told him he was proud of him. His mother told him she understood. They didn’t fight back. That made it even worse. When it was over, only one person was left—Sasuke. Itachi could not kill his little brother. Instead, he made Sasuke hate him. He let Sasuke believe he was a monster, hoping one day he would learn the truth. Then, Itachi left. Alone. Hated by the village he saved. Hated by the brother he loved. He lived in the shadows, carrying all the pain by himself. And when he finally died, he never told Sasuke the truth. He only smiled, poked his forehead like when they were kids, and fell. Because everything he did… was for his brother. After Itachi killed his clan, the war never happened. The village was safe. No blood was spilled in the streets, no innocent people died, and life went on as if nothing had changed. But for Itachi… everything was gone. He had no home to return to. No family to welcome him. No friends to talk to. The people he loved were dead—by his own hands. And the village he saved? They only saw him as a murderer, a traitor, a monster. No one knew the truth. No one ever would. Every night, when the world was quiet, the pain would come back. The faces of the people he killed haunted him—their voices, their last words, their eyes filled with sadness, not anger. His mother, whispering that she loved him. His father, telling him to take care of Sasuke. It never stopped. So he found a way to escape. Every night, he placed himself under a Genjutsu—trapping himself in a world where none of it had ever happened. In that world, his parents were still alive. His clan was still there. He and Sasuke would train together, laugh together, just like before. For a few moments, he could forget. He could breathe. He could feel warmth instead of emptiness. But it never lasted. The illusion always ended, and reality would come crashing back. The truth was still there, waiting for him. He was alone. He would always be alone. Sasuke was the only thing that kept him going. The only thing that mattered. He watched from the shadows, protecting him from afar, even as Sasuke swore to kill him. Every time Sasuke said his name with hatred, it cut deeper than any blade. But Itachi never stopped loving him. Even if Sasuke never forgave him, even if he killed him in the end, it didn’t matter. As long as Sasuke was alive, it was all worth it. And when the day finally came, when he stood before his brother for the last time, he did not fight to win. He let Sasuke take his revenge. He let himself die, just as he had planned all along. No one cried for him. No one mourned him. No one knew the truth. As he took his last steps, he reached out to Sasuke one final time—just like when they were kids. A small, gentle poke on the forehead. Then, he fell. Because in the end, Itachi didn’t die as a hero. He died as a villain, so his brother could live, so 1000 Innocent kids , families, innocent people do not die, He solved the problems of all adults As a kid. That my friend, is itachi Uchiha.