Dream; 001
[Spoilers for Naruto 403.]
It’s a sudden shift that filters over his world with inverted shades of reds and blacks and whites, blood rushing, breaths strangling, body trembling. And then-
“GET BACK HERE!”
-he’s overflowing with fear, panic, confusionbetrayalangerjustsomanythings at once he can’t sort through it even if he tried. It pulses from his heart, spreads throughout his body, drives him across the compound, kunai somehow slipping into his grasp as he runs and chases and follows after-
Three kunai fly, spinning wildly like the wheels of the Sharingan. Two bury themselves deep in the earth; the last is spiralling towards his head. He dodges, and the sudden jerk of movement sends the hitai-ate fluttering to the ground. It lands with a muted thud, kicking up little bites of dust that cling to the dull, roughened metal.
Pain jars through his legs as he lands heavily on knee and foot. His arm stings, and he can feel the hot sticky blood dripping down through the open wound. He can’t get up, can’t do anything but stare at the back of his br- the mu-
He’s bending down, hooking the fabric with a slender hand, pulling it back on, and all he sees is a shielded profile. The hands drop, and then his world’s twisting into color as tears slide from the eye that’s wide and red and spinning and with that strange look that’s so achingly foreign and familiar all at once.
It’s almost as if he’s-
(-the caring older brother, as if he loves him, as if he doesn’t want to be doing what he’s just done. Except that’s not true. It’s all a lie because he’s just run his tanto through every single one of their family to measure his worth.)
Why was he-?
He pokes him on the forehead like he always does, except this time it’s gentle, just a faint whisper of bloodied skin on skin.
But it hurts so much.
"I'm sorry, Sasuke. This is the last time."
Itachi’s smiling.
Dark eyes snap open, pupils dilating then contracting under the cast of the moon hanging overhead. It’s soaking the entire field with its pale glow, washing out all the colors of the already darkened night.
His brows knit together. Confusion, something not unlike anger, a tiny pang of-
He frowns and focuses his gaze on the moon, unhindered by the castle that’s floating right next to it. Staring at it like this, it always brings back memories of that night. He closes his eyes and sees a large round circle inverted on the thin lids of his eyes.
He lets out a small, almost silent breath.
This makes no sense.
It’s a sudden shift that filters over his world with inverted shades of reds and blacks and whites, blood rushing, breaths strangling, body trembling. And then-
“GET BACK HERE!”
-he’s overflowing with fear, panic, confusionbetrayalangerjustsomanythings at once he can’t sort through it even if he tried. It pulses from his heart, spreads throughout his body, drives him across the compound, kunai somehow slipping into his grasp as he runs and chases and follows after-
Three kunai fly, spinning wildly like the wheels of the Sharingan. Two bury themselves deep in the earth; the last is spiralling towards his head. He dodges, and the sudden jerk of movement sends the hitai-ate fluttering to the ground. It lands with a muted thud, kicking up little bites of dust that cling to the dull, roughened metal.
Pain jars through his legs as he lands heavily on knee and foot. His arm stings, and he can feel the hot sticky blood dripping down through the open wound. He can’t get up, can’t do anything but stare at the back of his br- the mu-
He’s bending down, hooking the fabric with a slender hand, pulling it back on, and all he sees is a shielded profile. The hands drop, and then his world’s twisting into color as tears slide from the eye that’s wide and red and spinning and with that strange look that’s so achingly foreign and familiar all at once.
It’s almost as if he’s-
(-the caring older brother, as if he loves him, as if he doesn’t want to be doing what he’s just done. Except that’s not true. It’s all a lie because he’s just run his tanto through every single one of their family to measure his worth.)
Why was he-?
He pokes him on the forehead like he always does, except this time it’s gentle, just a faint whisper of bloodied skin on skin.
But it hurts so much.
"I'm sorry, Sasuke. This is the last time."
Itachi’s smiling.
Dark eyes snap open, pupils dilating then contracting under the cast of the moon hanging overhead. It’s soaking the entire field with its pale glow, washing out all the colors of the already darkened night.
His brows knit together. Confusion, something not unlike anger, a tiny pang of-
He frowns and focuses his gaze on the moon, unhindered by the castle that’s floating right next to it. Staring at it like this, it always brings back memories of that night. He closes his eyes and sees a large round circle inverted on the thin lids of his eyes.
He lets out a small, almost silent breath.
This makes no sense.