四
If it is true about you being a witch...then I have a request to make...Sasuke, demolish the snake within him, in exchange for my memories of him.
Fair enough?
Also, deliver this letter after the effect...you have my gratitude.
[Written letter]
I was a spy, yes you know this already. But your father, our father, he was the leader of the Uchiha revolution. Yes, I was ordered to play the part of the double agent...I never wanted to cause conflict, nor did I want you involved. That is why I did what I did.
The village gave me orders. I followed them more so, I betrayed the Uchiha for idealistic peace. It was war or the slaughter of our clan. You do not deserve to see war.
If I did not follow the orders, then hundreds and thousands would die. Other lands would get involved. What we knew back then would become nothing but a wasteland. I never hated the clan, but Sasuke, I did not want my brother to grow up amongst corpses.
Yes, I did find Madara. We made a deal, I would slaughter our clan as long as he did not harm the rest of the village. I said I would kill our own family. The 3rd Hokage tried to make a truce with the Uchiha, but failed. I on the other hand did not.
Afterwards I begged the elders to let you live. And even so...
...Hopefully this explanation satisfies you enough. Still, it changes nothing...but I hope you gain the results you crave for.
Sasuke, you're my little brother. You always have been and I love you.
A black sheep boy revolves over canyons and waterfalls.
A black sheep boy dissolves in syringe or in a shower stall.
He says there's plenty of time to make you mine tonight,
there's plenty of time to make you mine.
He says there's plenty of ways to know you're not dying, all right.
Hell, there's plenty of light still left in your eyes.
A black sheep boy grows horns, breathing smoke through his microphone.
The airwaves stretch and they groan, bleeding, birthing his black diapason.
He says here's plenty of things to wear when you come to me,
every color of sleeve to be rolled.
There are millions of rolling eyes that still cling to me.
Every language of king is concerned.
So why did you bawl from the spell of some old holy song,
that some liar laughed as he composed - some liar I loved to control?
A black sheep boy dissolves in hot cream, in sweet moans,
in each dead bed and empty home, in each seething bacterium.
Killing softly and serial, he lifts his head, handsome, horned, magisterial.
He's the smell of the moonlight wisteria.
He's the thrill of the abecedarian.
(See the muddy hoofprints where he carried you?)
And there's plenty of ways to claim his crimes tonight,
and there's plenty of things to do on his dime.
And there's plenty of ways to wear his hide tonight.
You've got yours and I've got mine. So why did you flee?
Don't you know you can't leave his control, only call all his wild works your own?
So come back and we'll take them all on.
So come back to your life on the lam.
So come back to your old black sheep man.
He says I am waiting on hoof and on hand. I am waiting, all hated and damned.
I am waiting - I snort and I stamp.
I am waiting, you know that I am, calmly waiting to make you my lamb.
[[OOC: Well then. Itachi has lost everything now. He is practically reborn I guess. He gave up his memories of Sasuke to drive the snake out of him so he will not remember ANYTHING about Sasuke. Not a single thing, he will remember the whole slaughtering the clan stuff but he will not remember Sasuke at all, so there!]]