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May. 16th, 2016 08:26 pmThe moment Pein told them Deidara died, he felt it like something slithering over his skin. That cruel foreboding that crept up his spine and nagged at the back of his mind. When he finally said the words 'he's dead', Itachi forced all of his self-control into play. Don't react. Don't look surprised. Don't look like something died a little inside.
He might have died completely in that moment if he didn't hold on stubbornly to the hope and faith that his brother wouldn't die so easily. A fact he told Kisame clearly before he parted ways. Kisame long gave up on figuring out his mind. And he lied one more time saying he would be back soon. Perhaps his long time partner thought that he went to mourn. Whatever the man believed, he didn't move to stop him and simply shrugged his shoulders.
How many times had Kisame called him merciless and cold?
Itachi remembered someone say once that if you said something enough, it became reality. For a long time he believed it himself. He must be. He had to be. And yet... the moment he felt Sasuke's chakra reappear he couldn't help but go to him. Racing to a destinations end, meaning only to figure out the truth. How was his brother... would he live through it?
Sasuke...
All of his intentions revolved around just checking. Being sure. Yet, the moment he saw Manda laying on the ground dying, he found himself drawn closer like a moth to the flame. Walking slowly at first, he finally saw his brother's form falling out of the snake's mouth and the curses from the dying reptile as it breathed its last. The man beside his brother rose fast, a sharp motion of surprise as he reached for the hilt of his sword on his back.
"Oi! Who are y--" The question died on the other's tongue as he turned his head to spare him a scarlet glance. The pupil stretched and curled in three directions, weaving the all too familiar genjutsu that caused his mind to burn and his eyes to feel as though they might explode. The heat and fluid of bright red clouded his vision before it slipped out of the corner of his eye to trail down his cheek slowly.
"I don't have time for you." Done in haste, the Tsukuyomi wouldn't last as long. He didn't have time to worry about it. If anything, it would antagonize his injured brother more. But... that was the point, wasn't it? Make Sasuke hate you.
Breathing out slowly, he moved his gaze toward his brother, the curled arms of the Mangekyou slowly withdrawing to the normal shape of the Sharingan. Staring down at Sasuke, he only shifted to swipe at the blood on a pale cheek. The chill of rain still seeped into his bones, his chest screaming in agony as he watched his brother's battered and bruised form. Breathing... Sasuke was breathing and alive. Closing his eyes only for a moment, he started to turn to leave. Kisame would be waiting for him and he saw what he needed to see.
But for some reason he stopped. Half turned away, his head turned to let the crimson gaze fall on his brother. "Sasuke..." He hesitated a moment and changed the words around in his head before opening his mouth again. "Your escape from Deidara was rather clever." I'm so glad you're alive.
He might have died completely in that moment if he didn't hold on stubbornly to the hope and faith that his brother wouldn't die so easily. A fact he told Kisame clearly before he parted ways. Kisame long gave up on figuring out his mind. And he lied one more time saying he would be back soon. Perhaps his long time partner thought that he went to mourn. Whatever the man believed, he didn't move to stop him and simply shrugged his shoulders.
How many times had Kisame called him merciless and cold?
Itachi remembered someone say once that if you said something enough, it became reality. For a long time he believed it himself. He must be. He had to be. And yet... the moment he felt Sasuke's chakra reappear he couldn't help but go to him. Racing to a destinations end, meaning only to figure out the truth. How was his brother... would he live through it?
Sasuke...
All of his intentions revolved around just checking. Being sure. Yet, the moment he saw Manda laying on the ground dying, he found himself drawn closer like a moth to the flame. Walking slowly at first, he finally saw his brother's form falling out of the snake's mouth and the curses from the dying reptile as it breathed its last. The man beside his brother rose fast, a sharp motion of surprise as he reached for the hilt of his sword on his back.
"Oi! Who are y--" The question died on the other's tongue as he turned his head to spare him a scarlet glance. The pupil stretched and curled in three directions, weaving the all too familiar genjutsu that caused his mind to burn and his eyes to feel as though they might explode. The heat and fluid of bright red clouded his vision before it slipped out of the corner of his eye to trail down his cheek slowly.
"I don't have time for you." Done in haste, the Tsukuyomi wouldn't last as long. He didn't have time to worry about it. If anything, it would antagonize his injured brother more. But... that was the point, wasn't it? Make Sasuke hate you.
Breathing out slowly, he moved his gaze toward his brother, the curled arms of the Mangekyou slowly withdrawing to the normal shape of the Sharingan. Staring down at Sasuke, he only shifted to swipe at the blood on a pale cheek. The chill of rain still seeped into his bones, his chest screaming in agony as he watched his brother's battered and bruised form. Breathing... Sasuke was breathing and alive. Closing his eyes only for a moment, he started to turn to leave. Kisame would be waiting for him and he saw what he needed to see.
But for some reason he stopped. Half turned away, his head turned to let the crimson gaze fall on his brother. "Sasuke..." He hesitated a moment and changed the words around in his head before opening his mouth again. "Your escape from Deidara was rather clever." I'm so glad you're alive.
