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Characters: AU:Uchiha Itachi, AU:Uchiha Sasuke [OPEN: No new threads or I'll gut you]
Where: Outside Sasuke's apartment block or something?
When: Uh, night?
Summary: Itachi is here, Sasuke is not happy? I don't know. Oh yeah, Itachi is bleeding to death so a doctor would be nice.
Warnings: Uchiha brothers, violence, swearing.
How ironic. To be on the brink of death just to be drafted away. Words from a man in white clearly drummed out by the throbbing pain in the older Uchiha's stomach - a deep gash, a deep pant. The eye in his socket rolling around in his eye like a soft marble and slow steps walked towards a large apartment building. He leaned against a nearby wall and inhaled sharply with the bones in his legs sinking like stones and soon buckled underneath him as he slid down the wall. A arm over his stomach, clutching at the cloth of the tattered Akatsuki cloak and his other hand over his eye, trying to force the crimson slick sticky organ back in and peering through strong fingers and yet there was still blindness.
Incoherent words left his lips, soft whispers to himself. How thankful he was to be killed by Sasuke's son perhaps or maybe to be given another chance of life... No, no, no. No he was not thankful to be alive - he failed, the whole world crumbled beneath him as he failed, as words escaped lips of his brother's death and yet the irony let a small smirk pull at the corner of his crimson-painted mouth. What a pathetic sight to display, once was a proud shinobi and powerful and now reduced to nothing but a bag of red rawness. Itachi tried to stand up, a hand planted behind him, trying to hoist himself up but only to collapse once again.
A painful grunt left his mouth...then a sigh was to follow. He rolled his head against the wall behind him and tilted his head up, removing the bloodied hand from his eye and let a white hue flicker open.
Itachi wondered to himself - about what Sasuke would have thought to see him like this, weak and limp, so utterly disgusting but only a hmph left him, a small sound of amusement nonetheless to hear himself think of that, it was only a dream and a hope and something that was never to be fulfilled, this was not a dream, this was reality and no matter how many times the older Uchiha told himself otherwise, Sasuke was still dead and Itachi was dying now.
Where: Outside Sasuke's apartment block or something?
When: Uh, night?
Summary: Itachi is here, Sasuke is not happy? I don't know. Oh yeah, Itachi is bleeding to death so a doctor would be nice.
Warnings: Uchiha brothers, violence, swearing.
How ironic. To be on the brink of death just to be drafted away. Words from a man in white clearly drummed out by the throbbing pain in the older Uchiha's stomach - a deep gash, a deep pant. The eye in his socket rolling around in his eye like a soft marble and slow steps walked towards a large apartment building. He leaned against a nearby wall and inhaled sharply with the bones in his legs sinking like stones and soon buckled underneath him as he slid down the wall. A arm over his stomach, clutching at the cloth of the tattered Akatsuki cloak and his other hand over his eye, trying to force the crimson slick sticky organ back in and peering through strong fingers and yet there was still blindness.
Incoherent words left his lips, soft whispers to himself. How thankful he was to be killed by Sasuke's son perhaps or maybe to be given another chance of life... No, no, no. No he was not thankful to be alive - he failed, the whole world crumbled beneath him as he failed, as words escaped lips of his brother's death and yet the irony let a small smirk pull at the corner of his crimson-painted mouth. What a pathetic sight to display, once was a proud shinobi and powerful and now reduced to nothing but a bag of red rawness. Itachi tried to stand up, a hand planted behind him, trying to hoist himself up but only to collapse once again.
A painful grunt left his mouth...then a sigh was to follow. He rolled his head against the wall behind him and tilted his head up, removing the bloodied hand from his eye and let a white hue flicker open.
Itachi wondered to himself - about what Sasuke would have thought to see him like this, weak and limp, so utterly disgusting but only a hmph left him, a small sound of amusement nonetheless to hear himself think of that, it was only a dream and a hope and something that was never to be fulfilled, this was not a dream, this was reality and no matter how many times the older Uchiha told himself otherwise, Sasuke was still dead and Itachi was dying now.