[thread - closed] "Calm yourself," he says to me
Who: pogromanate Uchiha Itachi and sothinkfools Uchiha Sasuke
Where: Blood Moon
When: After Rhode rips out an 'impostor's' sharingan.
Summary: FIRST MEETING WITH ANIKI \o/
Rating: Pg-13 to R? idk I'll adjust it accordingly.
Other: c:
Gore and blood never got to Sasuke. Violence wasn't ever an issue either. The entire tea shop had been decimated, all of the servers and patrons impaled and bloody. He had barely batted an eye at them. But seeing the eyes of his look-alike impostor ripped out of their sockets made his gut twist just a little. As he stepped into main room, his dark eyes focused on nothing in particular. The thought that it could happen to him unnerved him slightly.
His eyes narrowed. He wasn't weak, so it wouldn't happen to him. Sasuke snapped out of the stance, and headed towards his room. The impostor had gotten what was coming to him. Sasuke was only disappointed that he wasn't able to take the fake down himself, and that it seemed like the fake had barely put up a fight. The young girl...he had seen her before in the club. He would have to get in contact with her, if only to find out exactly what happened.
One down and one more to go.
From what Miharu had told him, the other one was younger. Much younger. Perhaps the older fake tricked the younger one into using his name. His brows furrowed. One way or another it would have to be taken care of. Even if it meant driving his point home and killing the younger one.
He'd need to change his clothes before he visited the elder Uchiha. Sasuke didn't care much for fashion, but he doubted meeting Madara, covered in blood would be acceptable.
Where: Blood Moon
When: After Rhode rips out an 'impostor's' sharingan.
Summary: FIRST MEETING WITH ANIKI \o/
Rating: Pg-13 to R? idk I'll adjust it accordingly.
Other: c:
Gore and blood never got to Sasuke. Violence wasn't ever an issue either. The entire tea shop had been decimated, all of the servers and patrons impaled and bloody. He had barely batted an eye at them. But seeing the eyes of his look-alike impostor ripped out of their sockets made his gut twist just a little. As he stepped into main room, his dark eyes focused on nothing in particular. The thought that it could happen to him unnerved him slightly.
His eyes narrowed. He wasn't weak, so it wouldn't happen to him. Sasuke snapped out of the stance, and headed towards his room. The impostor had gotten what was coming to him. Sasuke was only disappointed that he wasn't able to take the fake down himself, and that it seemed like the fake had barely put up a fight. The young girl...he had seen her before in the club. He would have to get in contact with her, if only to find out exactly what happened.
One down and one more to go.
From what Miharu had told him, the other one was younger. Much younger. Perhaps the older fake tricked the younger one into using his name. His brows furrowed. One way or another it would have to be taken care of. Even if it meant driving his point home and killing the younger one.
He'd need to change his clothes before he visited the elder Uchiha. Sasuke didn't care much for fashion, but he doubted meeting Madara, covered in blood would be acceptable.