[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]

"Itachi..." Madara hissed, eyes narrowed in irritation. Why was he turning this into a chase when he knew that his defeat was inevitable? His power was now halved, and that soft heart of his gave Madara plenty of innocent people to take hostage

[pogromanate]

Blotches of red glossed over his remaining eye as trinkets of blood traversed down his face from the affect of using the ninjutsu that burnt away the estate. Itachi’s arms were around Soifon’s waist, the other underneath her knees and he quickly rushed over away from the collapsing estate and he lowered his head in reply to her physical reassurance of her still-breathing body, he gave her a silent apology as he pressed his forehead against hers, and ten he quickly looked around to see where the others were -- hoping that they were out of Madara’s way and running off far to find a safe place

[sagittariinae]

The burst of heat was almost blinding, and Kazama immediately backed away from the walls of the estate as they exploded into black flames. And he looked up just in time to see Itachi leave with Soifon -- splattering the ground with liberal amounts of blood that evaporated almost immediately -- and Madara and follow with Sasuke. And he barely managed to snag the rifle case he'd left in the corner before stumbling out of the burning grounds, coughing to clear his lungs of smoke. A brief glance upwards towards the streets, and he noted that Nill was already gone, Yosuke following suit quickly enough with Shikamaru. Hopefully, Yosuke would be smart enough to take Shikamaru straight to the hospital with Nill in tow. So for now

[emonojutsu]

Sasuke hissed in pain and then grit his teeth, shutting up as he was tugged along... Faster than even he was used to moving. He felt a little humiliated, being caught unawares by Yosuke's attack from behind. But that didn't matter so much--the others had escaped, which was a relief.

What wasn't a relief was that Itachi had gotten away as well The bastard would be made to pay, to answer for his crimes--but the thoughts made Sasuke unaccountably sick to his stomach, queasy. It felt wrong, even when the rage and the desire for revenge were so, so right.

He kept up with Madara as best he could, not answering the question because yes, he was okay. He'd been through worse, in lab tests. Pain was ignorable. For the most part... Alright so it hurt like a bitch, but he refused to say anything, or give more indication than he had to that he was in agony.

He had his pride.

[incarnadines]

Catching up to Itachi felt like it was taking forever when he was stuck dragging Sasuke along, but Madara couldn't very well leave him behind. His participation was crucial for many reasons, and honestly, he deserved the kill. Madara could have his eyes and Sasuke could have his revenge. It would all work out... if Itachi would just stop being difficult about it

[sagittariinae]

The seconds seemed to tick by agonizingly slowly, and Kazama fought to keep his aim steady, eye pressed against his rifle scope. (It was an anomaly, this tension in his limbs. He'd almost prided himself on the way he could always keep cold, still as steel -- a forced state of calm that made him the sniper that he was. But no matter how hard to he tried to swallow the fear at the back of his throat and reduce his mindset to its usual cold flat, it seemed so impossible. It was all he could do to keep himself steady

[pogromanate]

As slow as the time was when Itachi’s bloodied fingers ran through his hair -- and even as much as it was predictable that Madara would pursue him -- Itachi found it all too fast when Madara was once again before him. There was a soft snort that left Itachi when he heard of being nothing but a pathetic corpse in the very near future. But Itachi had already tossed away any sort of pride, dignity, and his bloodline before such an affair was underway

[emonojutsu]

Sasuke stood where Madara left him. The gunshot made him twitch, follow the trajectory towards the roof Kazama was on... but he didn't head towards the sniper. Neither did he pursue Soifon. As far as Sasuke was concerned neither of them were involved, or should be involved. Madara could take care of himself, and as grating as being told to wait was, he already knew he wasn't really a match for Itachi, even Itachi missing one eye.

So he lingered on the edge of things, and alternated between watching the rooftops and looking back at his two blood relations. If Kazama or Soifon tried to jump in one Madara and Itachi, Sasuke would interfere, otherwise, he would do as he was told, and stay out of the fight.

There was nothing he could do but be in the way, at this point. And it made him angry--but he swallowed the bitter knowledge of his own powerlessness, fingernails digging into his palms and flesh aching with burns, and kept vigilant watch.

[incarnadines]

Bullets were still useless against Madara. It was a nice try but he would have had to have been much more distracted to allow the shot to actually hit him. The bullet passed through him and hit the pavement before ricocheting. Madara looked down, then turned to glance over his shoulder, his Mangekyo focused on the sniper. His lips pulled back into a grin, but no, he wouldn't kill Kazama. Not yet. If he did that, he'd be short on things to hold over Itachi during their fight. It would be terrible if he went ahead and destroyed that eye.

"Alright," he sighed. "Let's get serious."

Without a single hand sign, he summoned up a massive whirlwind, a tornado forming in the alley practically out of nowhere. Then he brought his hand to his mouth, blowing into it. A fireball erupted with his breath, spreading to the tornado and feeding on it until the twister itself was completely made of fire, and widening to engulf Itachi... and potentially the entire alley.

[sagittariinae]

It was infuriating, the way the shots seemed to have absolutely no effect. (Was Itachi going to die?) For a moment, Kazama flinched away from the scope of his rifle, the glare of the sudden fire magnified by the scope. But between the whirling tendrils of fire, he could still make out the silhouettes of the figures standing in the alleyway. (And he felt utterly powerless here. He hated how overpowered he felt here, hated himself for it.)

And though he hated to admit it, he could tell that it was nearing the time for him to make an exit. In a desperate measure, he aimed the last five shots in his cartridge to graze past Sasuke -- not aiming to hit the other, not anywhere fatal -- and lowered his rifle, turning away from the sight.

A glance up towards Soifon, who had materialized beside him a moment before, and he gave a small, almost defeated nod. No doubt she was implying that they get out of the place before becoming a further hindrance.

[pogromanate]

It was obvious that Itachi was going to end up being nothing but an empty carcass one way or another. And it could not be helped. The situation was started by him and the selfish desire that was unneeded. And basically; Itachi had already surrendered himself. Only not to use himself as a distraction for Kazama and Soifon to leave and not to watch the aftermath of his last breath -- and for them to not suffer the hands of Madara afterwards

[incarnadines]

It was unfortunate that they all decided to turn their attacks toward Sasuke. Madara would have preferred to keep the battle between himself and Itachi. He made no move to defend the boy, however. Sasuke would defend himself or end up as worthless as his brother. There was only so much Madara could do for him. Besides, wounds wouldn't matter if he could just succeed in this task of retrieving that remaining eye.

However, he would have to speed up if he intended to finish this before they finished Sasuke. And what a fool Itachi was, leading Madara straight to the roof where his loved ones remained. Madara's form evaporated from the alley and twisted back into existence right where Itachi stood. "Did you come to say goodbye to them?" he asked, his laughing voice ringing out before the rest of him even appeared. Leaving no chance for Itachi to escape, his hand emerged from empty space with fingers already partially embedded in Itachi's eye socket, squeezing and wrenching.