[thread]

[pogromanate]

Who: Itachi & everyone mentioned here
Where: Uchiha estate
When: fffff June 9th, around 7pm?
Summary: It's Itachi's birthday...
Rating: R?
Other: Yosuke you idiot -- also, tag when you can etc etc

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[incarnadines]

No, he wasn't satisfied. However, one was better than none, and he would reach out to pluck the other from Itachi's skull himself if it wasn't given voluntarily. He raised his opposite hand, preparing, but before he could make his move, yet another one of Itachi's little friends appeared. Madara barely turned his head to look at her before her leg swiped through him. Yes, through. Fast as she was, she couldn't possibly be faster than him. The half of his body she meant to collide with vanished into thin air. A split second later, the rest of him followed.

When he reappeared, the eye that he'd been holding was gone, leaving his hands free for combat. "Darling, it's rude to interrupt," he said to her, and without a moment's hesitation he called upon a technique that Itachi would find very familiar: Amaterasu. Black flames erupted on her arm and began to consume it quickly, eating it down to the bone like no earthly flame ever could. It was a pity... Madara found her beautiful. He would have liked to take her for himself, but only in these few seconds, she was hideously disfigured.

Madara swerved back to Itachi, lips pulled back into a sneer. He thrust out his hand again, palm upward. "Give me the eye and I'll dispel the flames! Or is your pride such that you would allow your own wife to perish in agony?"

[pogromanate]

His remaining red hues flickered to the others that were still occupied in the household. In hope of them not wasting another moment in engaging with a useless fight and sought for their own safety before prolonging the deal of removing his other eye and settling it in his former-mentor’s palm. Still, his gaze returned to Madara, the fingers that were to reach up to jerk the other eye from Itachi’s socket were avoided, and yet there was another noise that caught his attention, causing Itachi to take a step back and grasp at the katana that was rested against the wall -- his hand clasped around the sheath of the blade as his eye followed the quick movements that were of his wife.

"Soifon, get out." Were his words that came in a desperate -- yet bitter -- order. Despite her own strength and elegant brutality that they both endured whilst sparring, she was not strong enough to fight against Madara. And the wisp of his invincibility was predictable. The words that Madara spoke after the flame was lit and started to engulf her arm were completely ignored and Itachi played ignorant to him (he would not risk giving him the eye for a unfulfilled promise) as Itachi, with swift speed, was beside Soifon, the blade was removed from the sheath and before long and with a graceful arc in the air, Itachi dismembered the burnt limb.

Fingers coiled around his discarded smouldering Akatsuki robe and he swiftly draped it around his wife, his other arm wrapped around her torso and his a flare of hate and disgust surged through him as his eye went back to Madara, and there was a low sound of absolute disrespect and disregard for his former mentor as the pattern in his own remaining eye swirled and he waited, a low exhale before his gaze caught those that were now exiting the estate and the walls were soon enough covered in black flame, swallowing the estate whole as his arms picked up Soifon, holding her to his chest and retreated quickly out of a broken window and away from the devouring flames.