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[mondaineanomie]

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.

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Re: Paj-Tessera || Sasuke -> Merc -> Itachi ->

[embalmment]

There was very little to hide when it came to the topic of his brother. And also, Sasuke very rarely hid his intentions when they were in the topic of his brother. So whether Sasuke realized the common understanding that Mercury would have questions or not at the time, it mattered little. He turned towards a couch just a few feet away and allowed Mercury to do her work. For now he would sit, and think. Elbows upon his knee's, his body leaned forward and chin propped up upon folded hands. Scarlets stared at that body on the ground as he tried to level.

When the elder awoke Sasuke slowly rose to his feet. Calm step by step towards the elder. He had internally settled a little, enough to regain that calm exterior. Less dead; shocked; throttled. Reality. Econtra created your reality and you could accept what was, or you could not.

Feet stopped a few steps away from the man's shoulder. Scarlets looked at the white blank hue. He was blind. In some respects Sasuke was somewhat glad for that. A sentiment he would not share. He tipped his head. The smallest of smirks dashed his features than. My, my. You look pathetic.

It faded fast as it came when he spoke; his tone still flat, "who did it?"

The answer should have been obvious, but as he had thought over it in silence the answer was not. Perhaps it still was. Perhaps it had only changed in conclusion. He wanted to hear the answer none the less. There was still a chance that this was not his Itachi.

ooc: I AM DONE I SWEAR.

Re: Paj-Tessera || Sasuke -> Merc -> Itachi ->

[waterfell]

Now that she'd finished, it was Ami's turn to figuratively step aside - she stayed where she was, but sat in a kneeling position, letting herself rest after the expenditure of power and effort - and let the two Uchihas talk.

Regardless of motive, reason, or the full situation (as if there had been time anyway to question the whys), there was a sense of accomplishment: she'd succeeded in what she'd tried to do. So now she wanted to know more about it.

As she started packing away her things, Ami mentally catalogued what she knew. Catching that smirk of Sasuke's told her a lot more. This was again someone whose life he was both willing and unwilling to prolong. What a strange world, to bring together such situations - and to judge by the resemblence, among family members.

Even untrained, it hadn't escaped Ami's notice that the injuries had even been extremely similar to the ones she'd saved Shikamaru Nara from - also at Sasuke's request. Her eyes flickered from the younger Uchiha to the wounds of the elder. Apparently Sasuke simply liked keeping her busy cleaning up his own work. In a vague, morbid way, it was an amusing thought.

"Back with us? If you're still in pain," she addressed the wakening Itachi, "Tell me where." She hadn't packed away the healing water yet.

Once, seeing someone in that position, her thoughts would have been much like Sasuke's, even the same words. Pathetic, aren't you?, she'd taunted Nephrite when Mars had beaten him. That was simply what she'd been taught; that someone who went against an opponent and was beaten, was unsightly. If it happened often - she did not know if, in this case, it did - then it was all the more so. Now, however, the girl wasn't so sure. She didn't know enough about this situation to make a judgment, but she did feel that gloating, she wouldn't do anyway, now.

Re: Paj-Tessera || Sasuke -> Merc -> Itachi ->

[mondaineanomie]

So, that is what the younger Uchiha wanted to hear. Some sort of self-desire to hear that he had killed Itachi. How he must have begged for that inner satisfaction that he killed that vessel which was to contain his whole life and how the older Uchiha wanted to laugh in his face at that but it was only replaced with a typical hmph. But Itachi wouldn’t have give in because Sasuke failed. How dare Sasuke was to die before the younger was to kill the other and yet how shameful it was that Itachi had failed to protect him as he swore to himself that he would.

There was a slight flicker of scarlet as Itachi tried to force open the other eye but there was only a trickle of thin blood that leaked from the wound, vision was not there yet, blurring and red, warm as the crimson coated the slick stolen object that he snatched from his brother's son out of utter desperation.

The woman did not bother Itachi in the least, an acquaintance to Sasuke perhaps, but not any concern for Itachi and there was no thanks to be given. Itachi leaned over with an arm snaked along his abdomen, fingertips grazing along the deep wound which was too heal and a bloodied hand moving away from his eye, head tilted upwards slightly as though he was indeed trying to see that face that looked down at him.

Lips were barely parted and dry now, almost cracked from the constant sharp inhales of air that he craved to take in. Was Sasuke to beg for those answers?

You are weak... And yet Sasuke wanted to hear his brother say that he was the one that brought death upon him, that in itself made the corner of Itachi's lips twitch ever-so-softy with mild amusement.

Then it changed back to indifference. "Not you." He replied with a harsh and chilly tone, a tinge with disappointment overlaying the words at his brother...or perhaps at himself.

Re: Paj-Tessera || Sasuke -> Merc -> Itachi ->

[embalmment]

Heh. If Sasuke could hear his thoughts, which due to the line of their blood and the weakened state of the elder he almost could, than the Uchiha would have had to snipe at his understanding. It seemed that he did indeed misunderstand. There was a chance that Sasuke had done it, but as he had thought over it, if this Itachi was from his world than it was unlikely. He didn't stir from his placement. Hatred lined stark vermillions and strengthened by the second. A violent surge rushed through his body as he saw that scarlet hue. His fingers tenced and the cuff on his wrist flaired up in sparks immediately. The younger inhaled softly.

Who's eye was that?

He wanted to tear those smirking lips right off his face. The things he wanted to do.. The only way one could tell what he were all thinking was due to the twitch of his expression as the cuf continued to threaten knocking him flat on his ass. As it always was with Itachi. Wasn't that the fucking story of his life? The young man forced it down. He had to be smart. If he let his emotions slip he'd be on his face. It was so, so, hard. He almost reached for Kusanagi but stopped. This was Mercury's room and thrashing it would be very unwelcome he figured. That Sasuke even thought of that during such a moment was somethign remarkable.

"What, loose your fucking hearing too?" He spat to the answer given by the elder.

He moved one foot over the mans chest and crouched down. A hand came to latch itself to the side of that marred face. His breath escaped him. Wanted to crush that face. Couldn't. Control it. The man breathed.

"I asked who did it," his voice was low, "and who's eye is that because its not yours, and its not mine."

Re: Paj-Tessera || Sasuke -> Merc -> Itachi ->

[waterfell]

So Sasuke had failed. She could understand that much from the subtext of their words: if Itachi assumed Sasuke wanted to hear it had been him, then Sasuke had been meant to do it, for some reason or other. And he had not.

Ami would have smirked, but she had changed somewhat from that girl she'd been. Besides, she had some... concern, for the younger Uchiha. Still, they were similar yet again, she and Sasuke. Both of them were destined to fight, meant to destroy, the person who was (was? had been? was? had been? what?) everything to them, the person who could drive them mad.

The black-haired girl hadn't expected thanks. She had learned never to do so, and would have been startled - no, beyond startled - had they been offered. She made no reaction to the lack of them.

Glancing at Sasuke, Ami could see that tension in his body. It was a tension she knew far too well, had seen in that man in her world too many times, that rigid control over a frighteningly violent emotion. It had been very slight in that man and plainer here, but it was similar. His language, too; Sasuke was hardly a prude, but usually spoke in polite language even when stringing it together to be a cutting insult. That he was using coarser words was another sign of that internal struggle.

And the eye... This would be an interestign conflict to watch, between these two. But there was nothing for her to say; to learn, she would listen.

Re: Paj-Tessera || Sasuke -> Merc -> Itachi ->

[mondaineanomie]

Predictable Sasuke. Always to give himself over to instincts and rapid impulses. And then there was talk of his eye yet there was not a change in his expression. A hand on his face and Sasuke practically towering over him. Does it make you feel better? The older Uchiha mused to himself as a hand moved towards the one that was planted on his face and fingers wrapping around the wrist with the tips digging in slightly at the soft of the skin. He could feel that blood boiling in the younger Uchiha's veins and filled with utter hatred and the inside of Itachi's mouth was bitter and tasted like vile.

The scarlet hue finally opened after several moments. The older Uchiha could feel the little wires and coils from inside the socket that tried to connect so that he could see once again and with another sharp desperate inhale he blinked once, twice and a third time before exhaling softly. Vision however was still blurry and all he could see was white and ebony with crimson that mingled together like swirls of a painting.

There was no point in hiding it any longer and even if his body was still weak, even though he could barely move an inch, his lips parted briefly, at first there was only a soft whisper that was barely audible but he still seemed so unbearably calm. Mute little strings blurred in his mind, half of him telling him to destroy and yet the other half told him to do nothing then to play the part of the affectionate and compassionate brother that he knew so well.

...But he was still lacking.

Dry lips cracked open and Itachi's head tilted up, fingernails grazing the soft skin of Sasuke's inner wrist, as though he was trying to pry away the hand from his face. And even though he had not felt that skin in years it was still cold with a rotten stench and finally, finally words escaped his lips.

"Your son." The perfect reminiscence of you.

Paj-Tessera || Sasuke -> Merc -> Itachi ->

[embalmment]

His muscles tenced with it as his body curled over the man below him. His blood warmed and pumped it throughout his veins. You could even feel it in his aura that anyone sensitive to such things would have gagged on it. His eyes, blood drenched and cursed triple-tomoe ringed hues, roared with it to the point where it looked agonizing, and if he dug a little deeper, it was. Such a powerful, destructive, and consuming emotion; hatred. It swallowed you up and stripped you bare of everything. He knew the answer before it was being said. He knew that it was unliekly to be Madara because Madara was dead. This man was older, much older than most of the one's who had come out from their world. If this man was from their world which his gut was screaming that he was than that eye was... Nagi's.

Does it make you feel better? Itachi's fingers asked as they wrapped around his wrist. No, Sasuke's stomach responded as it tightened rock solid and his eyes screwed shut for a moment trying so hard to will himself out of this. He would not let the cuffs get him. He would not let Itachi have that pleasure when here he was beneath the younger so pathetic and so beaten and broken.

Scarlets reopened and glared into that face, Did he kill Nagi? Sasuke's brows ebbed as he tipped his head down. Ebony locks sheithed the pained expression. His head was throbbing, his body was violently hot, his heart in his stomach. No, his heart wasn't even there. Lips curled back in that blinding anger. Don't loose control. His arms were shaking. His body couldn't move. Refused to move from this spot where he could see him die. Logic. He needed to rationalize. He couldn't see this man die here like this. Loosing control would make nothing better. The younger's teeth pressed and grinded as fingers released.

So hard. It was so hard but he managed to let his bony white digits loosen. With a dry swallow he managed to slowly rise to his feet. Those scarlets stared at the man before him. I've changed a lot sense you've seen me all those seven years ago. It felt like eternity. He wasn't sure if it was for the best, or for the worst. Nothing would ever be good enough for this man. Sasuke pivoted shifting the foor that crossed Itachi's chest back over the rejoin his other.

Now just walk away. He breathed. His hand finally untensed. Slowly, slowly, his body began to untense as well. His heart still racing.

Scarlets finally moved over towards the girl, "your assistance is appreciated."

Re: Paj-Tessera || Sasuke -> Merc -> Itachi ->

[waterfell]

Ami took in the scene and its information impassively. She was one of the very few people in the world who truly saught information for its own sake - and she was neutral to most worlds.

She almost could have smiled as Sasuke forcibly calmed himself. Yes, she'd seen that before, on someone else, on that man when he was truly bloodthirsty but prudence demanded staying his hand. Sasuke had a strong will. He also had pain, and she found she didn't like seeing that, would prefer that he wasn't hurt.

At Sasuke's thanks, she bowed her head very slightly in polite acknowledgment. He was leaving?

Ami's eyes shifted back to Itachi. He would need rest, and eventually to move to the Infirmary probably.

Re: Paj-Tessera || Sasuke -> Merc -> Itachi ->

[mondaineanomie]

That isn't where Sasuke belonged, not above him, not kneeling down with fiercely cruel eyes that would lose control at any moment, not when the older Uchiha's fingers were wrapped around strong bone...not when Sasuke proved nothing to gain such a pleasure but only took advantage of it, pathetic, to take a used positioned, even his son was stronger but deep in his mind were soft subtle whispered that repeatedly apologised for Sasuke, sorry for not saving him but with each little word that mentally pierced him the grip on the pale white wrist tightened slightly until the younger pulled away.

No, was the answer the older felt as the other's stomach coiled sickly and Itachi frowned. Not happy that your son surpassed you? Itachi mused once again, as though he was trying to force thoughts into the other's mind with a cold tone, almost mocking, almost provoking, urging the younger to kill him whilst weak as he would not have another chance. He shook and Itachi didn't respond but there was satisfaction in the slight movements, to still inject that mind with twisted lunacy and hate.

The words that Sasuke said to Mercury were faint, Itachi didn't hear them as it was replaced by the sound of tearing and ripping from the wounds as he slowly laid back down, almost in a graceful manner and fingers reached out as though he craved to linger the soft cold touch of his brother - pathetic as he may be - Sasuke was a obsession to Itachi just as Itachi was to Sasuke. A pure disgusting addiction.

Slowly there was a wince that escaped his lips as he hit the ground, head rolled to the side and eyes blinked slightly, half-lidded now before they closed and the older Uchiha ignored the warm liquid that melted into his skin and a sigh released itself from his mouth as he succumbed to sleep.