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Who: Uchiha Itachi cannibar and Uchiha Sasuke scales_shed
What: Reunited :')
Where: Close to the library...yea
When: Now.

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"Why didn't you ignore the order?"

The question didn't wait this time. It rolled right from his mouth. Very unlike him. He hated it. Sasuke had always been able to control his words, and his emotions. Now though...no matter what he did, he knew he wouldn't be able to stop it.

His chest tightened. Madara's story played over and over again in his mind. It had haunted his dreams more times than he'd ever wanted to admit. Itachi being ordered to kill their family, and allowing him to live. Training his whole life, leaving the comfortable life he had in Konoha to get stronger and forget his emotions, only to kill the only one in the world that had dedicated his life to protecting him.

(Of course...why would Madara tell the whole tru-)

He pushed the doubt aside. It was unnecessarily. The story Madara had told him was the only thing that made sense. Sasuke's eyes narrowed, "Why couldn't you talk them out of it? Why didn't you let Sarutobi finish the negotiations?"

More questions that needlessly spilled from his mouth. If this kept up, he'd lose every bit of control that he'd worked up until now.

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Hues narrowed in mild distain to hear the controlled and sudden (unexpected) outburst that spewed from Sasuke mouth.

Madara instantly flashed through his mind, how he must have gained the attention from Sasuke -- and for a moment, as brief as it may be, Itachi’s appendages tensed with a sort of anxiety that continues the spread through him. no, this is now how Itachi had wanted it turn out.

And yet, perhaps in the bond of blood between the very few Uchiha that made Sasuke listen to the words of their power-hungry ancestor. But such trivialities should have been destroy -- such clinging and lingering wants and desires for the last of family was to be severed when the slaughter was committed and on display for Sasuke to see.

There was a pause of thoughts then, his expression turned stern, a slight faint hint of ridicule flashed through his features, and there was a soft sound that emerged from his throat, a low hmph as the disapproval of the words that chaotically spilled.

"It’s over and done with." At first, his words were soft, almost petty in all their overwhelming indifference.

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It shouldn't have been as much of a surprise to him as it was.

He'd been hoping Itachi would at least give the situation more acknowledgment. Or maybe he'd been hoping he'd acknowledge Sasuke's discovery. That didn't seem to phase Itachi as much as he was expecting though. Just narrowed eyes and a quiet noise.

It was probably the most acknowledgment he'd received since everything had happened though. And it pleased him, in a sick and twisted way. His eyes narrowed back at Itachi, not because of his brother's response, but because of his own twisted feelings.

Sasuke stepped towards Itachi, unsure if the other would even respond to him anymore, "It's not. I'm going to make sure they learn from their mistake."

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Red hues directed their line of blurred vision to the motions that slowly made their way to him before they went back to Sasuke’s frame -- lowly, he let out a soft exhale, as though he felt pressure weighing on his chest.

And of course, when he heard the words of revenge and such, then Itachi’s lips pulled downwards the slightest, his words were hard and firm, almost bitter at this new realization that was given to him, and born from Sasuke’s stupidity and fed by Madara’s manipulations.

"Is that so?" Was the low reply, "To provoke what I prevented, how pathetic of you." And these words were true and honest, "Then don’t let me interrupt your undeniable foolishness." It was then that Itachi turned his back to Sasuke, almost in a gesture of dismissing him.

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No.

That was definitely not supposed to happen. Itachi was supposed to be proud that he was avenging their family now. He was supposed to finally look at Sasuke and give him the acknowledgment he deserved. Dark eyes narrowed at Itachi's turned back.

"Itachi," there was no respect, fear or hatred in his voice. Sasuke reviewed Itachi's words carefully in his head. Pieces of the puzzle that were probably under-played by Madara. Sasuke mouth fell into a small frown, allowing some emotion onto his normally blank face. The story replayed in his head, and words that he over looked. The rebellion. His frowned deepened, "Wasn't Sarutobi close to gaining peace? Why did you..take those orders when he was close to solving things without..."

Violence. It was rather hypocritical of him to say that, especially now. He wanted to take down a village for his family, he'd killed Itachi in his time for revenge, and beat down any others who got in his way.

His eyes didn't leave his brother's back, hoping that the other would turn around again, and tell him his side of the story. His heart pounded in his ears, and for a moment, he felt as though this was the only thing that mattered. This moment was what he'd stayed in Nuadoria for.

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To be proud of murder and to provoke for war -- such a petty simple ideal that must have been. And to seek for revenge through such a path. But nonetheless, Itachi stopped in his track, and briefly there was a flicker of disappointment that graced his features, soft sadness that was almost overwhelming, and very much controlling Itachi to turn back around to face his brother with rotting vision.

"Do you honestly believe that there were not many attempts to result in a peace treaty?" Yes, there was a low bitterness to his words, but the softness drowned them out. His gaze hardened on his younger brother before letting his vision drop. His body swayed, a weak sort of exhale left his lips before regaining composure in a gesture of letting his hand run through his hair before he continued to speak. "The Uchiha are not one for discrimination -- and their rebellion would have caused war." Words continued, and yet the afterthought that was added turned sharper, "I was not going to allow my brother to experience what I did before, as selfish as it may be."

And he was silent. There was nothing else Itachi wished to discuss on this particular issue. He was dead as he planned to be - and Sasuke had proclaimed for himself to take on revenge. Such an objective made Itachi’s own chest tighten, and he lowered his head, as though he was ashamed to even see his own brother with what little left he had of his vision. However, that was not true, as Itachi believed that he deserved to die yet a second time for the arrogance and hate that bubbled within his brother’s being.

derp derp derp sorry I really fail ;__;

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Sasuke could feel pride and arrogance deflate. Itachi really had been looking out for him the entire time. It had been to keep him safe. He dropped his slightly blurred gaze away from his older brother. Madara had painted Konoha in a terrible light and he had realized it. Learning all of that while he was exhausted, and distraught...it was very likely that Madara stretched certain things. He could feel a shame come over him.

Itachi was the only one he had now. He'd been obsessed with his brother when he first arrived in Nuadoria. He only vaguely remember being scolded a year ago for his brash actions. Nuadoria definitely had taken it's toll on him. Even with his time back in his world, he knew he was a different person.

Dark eyes glanced back up. Something inside of him told him he needed to thank and apologize to Itachi. He'd done everything for him and in the end, Sasuke had killed him. He wanted to do anything he could for him, which is why he vowed vengeance against his former village. Deep in his heart, a little part of him hoped it would bring them all back. That it would allow things to be normal. And that he and Itachi could be brothers again.

"Itachi," He started, trying to find his next words, "Where are you staying?"

Re: derp derp derp sorry I really fail ;__;

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How obvious it was to Itachi that Sasuke had the desire to rekindle that of which was destroy -- and that in itself made Itachi inhale deeply. To continue to associate with a corpse had a morbid, and perhaps even melancholy, quality to it. And mainly when one was able to be pulled into this pace or shoved back like a useless carcass. The question itself made Itachi’s gaze fixate on Sasuke with a blank expression, albeit softened.

And it was odd in a way, how Sasuke’s desires matched Itachi’s own. And how neither of them had no one but one another -- or so he would have thought. Itachi felt an impulse to keep distant, to keep away, to be forgotten and to have Sasuke ignorant to his overall existence. But it would have been stupid considering it was Itachi that lured Sasuke’s curiosity and accepted their encounter. But not to listen to this, not to hear words woven by Madara that injected themselves into Sasuke’s mind, but to have his body on the ground.

There was a long stretch of silence; unbearable, a silence that was broken by a soft exhale that emerged from barely-parted lips and the lowering of Itachi’s eyelids. The calmness and composure that donned his exterior was replaced with languid swaying as he looked back at his brother.

"...Follow me." The words were low, almost hardly audible and softly drawn out as he turned to walk into the direction of his residence.