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[scales_shed]

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

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derp derp derp sorry I really fail ;__;

[scales_shed]

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 ;__;

[cannibar]

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.