This is easy for me, I would take Zabuza's sword, I just think that sword is too badass.

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Heres a story I came up with while bored the other day and decided to write. The Uchicha Massacre kinda always made me wonder what it was like for all of the people in the clan on that night. Its kinda dark, but I really wrote it for the suspense. Let me know what you guys think.

It was the night of the Uchiha Massacre, as some come to call it the night that was burned into Konohagakure forever. Young Hizune had been up late that night, playing shoji with his father and drinking tea with his mother. Eventually, too sleepy to carry on, his father had taken him upstairs for bed. He put his son into his favorite pajamas and laid him in his bed next to his stuffed animal he had from the day he was born.

“Good night son.” Said his father as he tucked him into bed. Being too sleepy to reply, Hizune fell asleep not knowing that those last words would be the last words his father would ever say to him. He dreamt peacefully through most of the night, dreaming of his friend and the days that would never come of his academy graduation, chunin exams, and life beyond, until a sudden crash from downstairs awoke him from his peaceful slumber. He awoke with a stir, wondering what that crash was that came from downstairs.

“Dad? Mom?” he said, unaware that there would never be an answer. He slowly got from his bed, reaching out to his door to peer downstairs. He slowly inched the door open, peering around the corner. From downstairs he could still see the candles burning from the night that he and his parents had been having. He could hear the shuffle of a person downstairs, as if someone was dragging something heavy. Thinking that it was his parents carrying the floor mats back to the wall to clean up, he started to turn around and close the door again when the faintest hint of red peered in the corner of his vision. He focused his vision on that faint hint of red to see that it was slowly spreading, ever so slightly, across the floor. As his mind slowly processed, he realized from the many scrapes and bruises that his father had come back with from missions that it was actually blood. Scared for his life, he slammed the door shut and ran back into his room. His mind was racing, not knowing what to do now that he knew something terrible had happened to his parents. He thought of going back to sleep, hoping this was some sort of terrible nightmare that staying up too late had brought to him, so turning around he slowly slid under the covers and laid down. There was utter silence in his house, not a sound to be heard.

“This must be some sort of dream.” Hizune thought as he slowly drifted back into a light sleep. His conscience was slowly fading until the faintest sound could be heard throughout the house. It was the sound of footsteps lightly coming up the stairs. He tried to listen to the footsteps, seeing if they were the ones that came from his mom or dad when they came to check on him at night when he had friends over. He listened to the gentle thump as each foot made contact with the wood underneath, until he came to a realization. Those were not the footsteps that either of his parents made. He started to panic, realizing there was not much time left for him to hide. He quickly put his pillow under the blanket in his bed hoping that the intruder would just open the door to see a slight lump in his bed thinking he was still asleep. He gently tiptoed towards the closet holding all of his clothes, and crouched inside, gently sliding the door closed. He was shaking, hoping to god that the intruder would let him be. Inside the closet there was no light, just pitch-black darkness. He sat there cowering for what felt like hours, listening for even the slightest sound of someone in his room. He could hear the stillness of the night, with not a sound throughout the Uchicha compound. There was no sound of the cats knocking over trashcans, or the sounds of the drunks finally making their way back to their houses after a long night at the bar. Just silence. He could now only hear the sound of his own body shaking and his heart thumping against his chest, as if it was trying to break out. After what felt like an eternity, Hizune finally was about to stand up and see what was going on when he heard the sound he had been dreading. It was the sound of his door handle turning ever so slightly. He slowly slid farther into his closet, hoping that the sound of the door handle would mask his body movement. Finally he heard the door open. Hizune was no longer holding on to the hope that it was his parents. He knew this person was here for him as well. He heard someone murmur to themselves, and then the click of the door closing again. Hizune was relieved, thinking that the person had left his room. He slowly stood up, reaching for the door to his closet to open it up when he felt a slight breeze settle on his back, the breeze of a shinobi using the shushin. He was paralyzed with fear as he heard the cool, slight screech of someone grabbing a kunai out of their pocket from behind him. He could not move, could not yell, could not even think. All he knew was that this was the end. Then he heard a splatter on the ground. He stood in shock, waiting to feel the pain of the kunai inside of him, but he realized it was not the splatter of blood, or the splatter of his tears for he could not form any. It was the splatter of a single teardrop coming from the person behind him. That’s when heard the last words he would ever hear in the blackness of his closet.

“I’m sorry Hizune.” Those words hit him like a racing truck as he opened his mouth to yell. His last vision on earth was the glint of metal as it raced towards him, then nothingness.