Some wounds never heal, Some tears never will

[kin_slayer]

Characters: Alphonse Elric (bloodseal_soul ), Uchiha Itachi (kin_slayer ) and Uchiha Sasuke (avenging_raven )
When: Saturday, September 20th
Where: Al's house than Vincent's.
Rating: R for Fucked up. Also for pantsing. And evil Uchihas.
Summary: Sasuke is staying with Itachi, but Itachi is hearing voices neither of them want to deal with. On an expedition to pick up earplugs Itachi makes a

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[bloodseal_soul]

Alphonse lay on his side on the floor, Nina's voice carving a bloody swath through his mind, wrenching out his heart until it was physically painful. His research... his research, had there been side-effects? Nothing had come up in the theories, nothing in the tests, had it simply taken this long to surface?

Was he going crazy...?

After all, who heard voices like this? When fragmenting his soul, had he somehow screwed up his mind? This wasn't - was it all an illusion, because he could hear it, no memory was ever that clear, not even during nightmare week. He supposed he could thank his lucky stars (however few he had to his credit) that at least he wasn't seeing it.

"Let me show you a little magic trick, my sickly-sweet Alphonse-who-couldn't," the Joker purred, his voice practically dribbling with sugar and venom. "You like magic tricks, right? Right? He he he he he ha ha ha heaaa growing boy like you has to like them, I'm sure! Oh ho ho ho ha ha ha he he hehehehehehehehehe."Al tensed when he sensed a flicker of movement, and

[kin_slayer]

Itachi regarded Al impassively as the boy curled on the floor. The voice was familiar... The Joker. Oh what a lovely time to step into the darkened room. Itachi wasn't even surprised at the familiar flash of blue, the way Al charged him with that wild look of fear and madness. He didn't speak, his eyes didn't even flash red with sharingan--he didn't need it here. In the background voices croned.

"Shisui, stop goofing off."

"Don't be so serious about everything Itachi, you're going to get white hairs."Itachi moved as Al swung for his jaw with the crowbar--human eyes could literally not follow his movements. He was behind the blond and catching Al's wrist before the metal could even connect with where he had been. He kicked Al's legs out from under the boy, simultaneously twisting Al's arm up and back, forcing the crowbar out of Al's hand even as he forced the younger boy onto his knees with pressure. Itachi applied force--enough to hurt and to be successful, not enough to do damage. He knew his own strength, and he refused to use

[bloodseal_soul]

The pain and feeling of being trapped, of his arm wrenched behind his back was suddenly there, fingers being pressed to release, and the steel bar clattered deafeningly to the floor. Although Alphonse himself made no sound, the background voices blared through the room.

There was a loud yelp that could not entirely mask the sickening crack.

Al's first instinct was to slam sideways out of the hold, but the stress on his arm right now, and if he bent it that way, would break it or at least cause the dislocation of his shoulder or wrist. But the man was on his back and had him, and he hadn't been that fast before, had he?! He squirmed like something possessed, no longer caring if his arm was dislocated or broken, every instinct told him get away. Sliding his knees up and his other hand beneath him, he shoved up against the painful knee in his back, but before the stress on his arm became enough to harm it, Itachi's voice broke across his mind, and he froze, body going rigid

[kin_slayer]

"Your mission is to eliminate the Uchiha clan." An old woman's voice, harsh and cold.

"Failure will not be tolerated." An old man.

"You understand the consequences if you do not."

For a moment Itachi thought the crack was Al's arm in the present time, and he nearly let go, surprised that that force had done it. But he realized what it really was, kept his hold as Al pressed back against him and struggled vainly. He kept it even as Al went limp in his arms at the sound of a conversation they had had not really all that long ago.

"Al." This would be the third time he called the boy that, the second time in voice. "I am going to let go now, and let you up." Itachi waited half a heartbeat before releasing Al's arm and removing his knee from Al's back.

Instead of standing, Itachi remained crouched at Al's side, one hand pressing lightly to the blond's shoulder, the backs of his knuckles grazing Al's cheek.

"You are coming home with me." Itachi stated, not a question.