what if naruto was itachi brother

Naruto sat alone in the training yard, the air heavy with the weight of his thoughts. The lesson from his father about the Sharingan, its dangers, and the necessity of controlling his emotions echoed in his mind like a constant hum. But how could he keep his emotions in check? How could he remain calm when everything around him felt like it was on the verge of falling apart?

The power he had inherited from the Uchiha clan was both a gift and a curse. Every time he trained, he felt it inside him, like a burning energy, ready to explode. But every time he allowed it to rise, he felt a knot in his stomach, a fear that he might lose control and become like the very thing he feared—like Itachi.

Naruto exhaled slowly, focusing on his breathing. His hands were steady, his mind clear for the moment. He had to find a way to make the power his own, to not let it define him.

"Focus, Naruto," he muttered under his breath. "You can do this. Just like dad said. Keep your emotions steady."

He reached deep within, trying to tap into the chakra that had always been there but now felt so much stronger. The feeling was overwhelming, but he had to keep it in check. His Sharingan flickered on again, the red glow filling his vision.

For a moment, he saw the world around him slow down. The leaves rustling in the wind, the subtle movement of insects darting through the grass—it all seemed so clear, so vivid. He could almost see the future, predicting movements before they happened. But even as he reveled in the clarity, a small voice in the back of his mind warned him. This was the power that had corrupted so many before him. This was the very thing that had led Itachi down a path of isolation, guilt, and despair.

Naruto snapped his eyes shut, cutting off the Sharingan before it could take him any further down that dangerous road. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and his chest was tight. Controlling it was harder than he had anticipated. He was beginning to realize just how much responsibility came with this power.

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### **The Visit from Sasuke**

The next day, Naruto was walking through the village when he saw Sasuke standing by the training fields, staring into the distance. His usual stoic expression was more intense than usual, and there was a tension in his posture, like he was deep in thought.

Naruto hesitated for a moment before walking over. He had to admit, Sasuke's presence had become more important to him than he cared to admit. Despite the distance between them, despite the complex history of the Uchiha clan that linked them, they were brothers—connected by blood, by shared experiences, and by a bond that couldn't be easily severed.

"Sasuke!" Naruto called out, waving his hand. "Hey, what's up? You're looking kind of serious today."

Sasuke didn't immediately respond. He continued to stare ahead, his expression unreadable. Naruto walked up beside him, trying to gauge his mood.

"I've been thinking a lot lately," Sasuke said quietly, still looking off into the distance. "About everything. About the Uchiha clan, about Itachi... and about you."

Naruto's heart skipped a beat at the mention of Itachi. Despite everything, despite the secrets and the confusion about his true heritage, the mention of his older brother always sent a ripple of emotions through him. Itachi had been the source of so many questions in his life—so many painful, unanswered ones.

"I didn't know much about Itachi before all this," Sasuke continued, his voice softer than usual. "But now, I understand more. About the Uchiha clan. About what happened. About you."

Naruto raised an eyebrow, confused by Sasuke's tone. "What do you mean?"

Sasuke finally turned to look at him, his gaze piercing but not hostile. "You know more than you're letting on, don't you? About the Sharingan. About the Uchiha legacy."

Naruto swallowed hard, his mouth dry. He didn't want to admit the truth. Not yet. He wasn't sure he was ready to confront it himself, let alone explain it to Sasuke. But there was something in Sasuke's eyes that made Naruto feel like he couldn't hide anymore.

"I'm trying to figure it out," Naruto admitted, his voice quiet. "It's... hard. I don't really know what I'm supposed to do with it all. The power, the bloodline—it's like there's this huge weight on my chest that I can't shake off. And... I'm scared that if I lose control, I'll become like everyone else who's been consumed by it."

Sasuke's expression softened, but only for a moment. "Itachi... he never wanted us to suffer the same fate," Sasuke said slowly, as if weighing each word. "He never wanted to see us drown in the darkness. But he did what he had to do. I don't know if I'll ever understand it completely, but I don't think he did it for himself. He did it for us. For the future of the clan."

Naruto nodded slowly, the weight of Sasuke's words settling deep within him. Itachi had done terrible things, but he had done them for a reason—for the sake of his family, for the village, for his brother. And in some twisted way, that made Itachi's actions even more painful, more complex.

"I'm not like him," Naruto said, his voice firm. "I won't let this power control me. I'll find another way. I don't know what yet... but I will."

Sasuke looked at him for a long moment, his gaze unreadable. "I hope you're right, Naruto. But remember—just because you can control it doesn't mean it won't come back to haunt you. The Uchiha bloodline is a curse, no matter how much we try to deny it."

Naruto turned away, his mind racing with thoughts of what Sasuke had said. Could he truly control this power? Could he live up to the legacy of the Uchiha clan without falling into the same traps that had claimed so many before him?

As Sasuke walked off, disappearing into the distance, Naruto stood still, feeling the weight of his bloodline pressing down on him. The road ahead was uncertain, full of challenges and difficult choices. But Naruto was determined. He would walk his own path, no matter how difficult it might be.

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### **A Fateful Decision**

That night, as Naruto lay in his bed, he closed his eyes, trying to calm his racing thoughts. His mind wandered back to the Sharingan—the power that had haunted the Uchiha clan for generations. It was a power that came with a price. It was a power that could change the world—or destroy it.

He couldn't help but wonder what would happen if he ever truly mastered it. What kind of shinobi would he become? Would he follow the path of those who had come before him, using his power to protect the village—or would he lose himself to it, like so many others?

He didn't know the answers. But for the first time in his life, he felt a glimmer of hope. He wasn't alone. He had Sasuke, his parents, and the village behind him. Together, they could face whatever challenges lay ahead.

Naruto clenched his fists, a sense of determination burning in his chest. He wasn't going to let the darkness of his bloodline consume him. He would control it, master it, and forge his own path.