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Title: Why Older Brothers are Born First
Author: Bagelbunion
Genre: angst, death, some twisted shit
Characters: Orochimaru, Sasuke, Itachi
Rating: 15+
Summary: There's a reason older brothers are born first. Sasuke, being the younger, isn't aware of this rule.
AN: Happy Birthday to mojojessjo
Shit…
Orochimaru was going to kill him. He was going to die…Here, in this crappy field on this shitty excuse of a mission.
Fortunately, his Sharingan was fast enough to keep up with Orochimaru's moves; so was his body. It was that damn curse seal that was making his moves slow. Making his body sluggish, making his Sharingan completely useless.
He growled, cursing his teacher under his breath. The man had failed to give him power, only giving him a lot of forbidden jutsu.
Now, three years late, Orochimaru wanted his body and he reminded him, "no power, no body. That was agreement." Not to mention that Itachi was still alive. Bastard.
He dodged the sword aimed at his throat and came to a sudden realization: Orochimaru had used him. Selfish bastard. Sasuke had given the man three years of hard work, commitment and time. He'd *killed* people for Orochimaru. He'd done the dirty work for Orochimaru. He'd lost sleep for Orochimaru. He'd gone hungry for weeks at a time and slept in the dirt. All for Orochimaru and his promise. The promise of power. The power to kill Itachi.
Three years…
Wasted.
He did not have what he desired. He was not powerful enough to kill Itachi. Something was holding him back.
Yes… Something…
He rolled and flipped on his hands, missing the kunai that was heading for his Achilles tendon by centimeters. He leaned back dodging the second attack, the sword aimed at his liver. Another back flip and twist dodged the shuriken aimed for his lung. He leaned back into a ready stance, glaring at Orochimaru. Why was the man trying to kill him like this? He could end it swiftly with one jutsu. Sasuke tilted his head and smirked as another realization came to him.
Orochimaru couldn't kill him with jutsu. He knew hundreds of deadly jutsu. But because Orochimaru knew them, that meant Sasuke knew them as well. And since Sasuke knew them, that meant he knew all the counters. Orochimaru had no choice but to kill Sasuke with his bare hands.
The man had turned on him just when Sasuke had told him the deal was off. He had wasted three years of his life on a broken promise, he was not going to waste another second. He'd gain power his own way.
That was when Orochimaru stopped dead in his tracks, turned, gave Sasuke a scowl and then attacked. He didn't say anything, just attacked and Sasuke had countered.
He staggered backwards, the sudden move making him miss his footing and the falling to his hands and knees as Orochimaru landed a blow. Blows to the sub costal muscles *hurt*. He tried to take a deep breath to get his bearings and failed, vomiting on the ground. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, glaring up at Orochimaru. The man had a sadistic smile as he stood over him, chuckling.
"Sasuke-kun… You could've had it. Now, you'll never be able to kill …Itachi!?"
Sasuke looked up, blinking once to make sure his sharingan weren't playing a trick on him. Itachi?!? What the fuck was he doing here?!
"You bastard," he muttered, rubbing his rib. He was not quite sure who he was addressing at this point, Itachi or Orochimaru. He sat up and was suddenly sprayed with blood. He groaned and leaned over, throwing up again. He hated blood on his clothes. He coughed, dry heaving stomach acid onto the ground. He didn't think the blow was that strong.
Arms were lifting him now. He groaned, as he stood shakily on his feet. He looked up, unexpectedly meeting Itachi's eyes. He glared. "Itachi… you fucking bastard, you…" He tilted his head, looking behind Itachi to see Orochimaru's body on the ground. He rubbed a hand over his chest, looking down at the still fresh blood stains. Orochimaru's blood.
His brother's face was as calm as ever. "Why…?" He lifted his own hands, staring at them. Why weren't they automatically reaching for a kunai to stab Itachi? Why weren't they forming the seals for a forbidden jutsu to bring Itachi to his death? Hell, why weren't they even trying to pound the shit out of the man?! They were just shivering, slowly reaching for the man. No… They shivered even more as he tried to pull them back.
A hand was suddenly tracing its way over his cheek, smearing blood down to his chin. "Foolish little brother…"
He growled at Itachi, ready to strike, but stopped cold in his tracks as Itachi suddenly leaned over and kissed that bloody cheek.
There was a voice whispering in his ear now. Concentrate. What was it saying? "…rule for older brothers. Do you know what that is, Sasuke?" He found himself shaking his head.
"No one hurts my little brother but *me*."
"Wha…?" He stared at Itachi, trying to make sense of all this when a sudden pain in his abdomen made him cry out and fall to his knees. That bastard had just punched him in the stomach! Hard.
He coughed, spattering a few blood flecks on the ground.
As he lost consciousness, he could've sworn he saw Itachi smiling.
~Owari
Author: Bagelbunion
Genre: angst, death, some twisted shit
Characters: Orochimaru, Sasuke, Itachi
Rating: 15+
Summary: There's a reason older brothers are born first. Sasuke, being the younger, isn't aware of this rule.
AN: Happy Birthday to mojojessjo
Shit…
Orochimaru was going to kill him. He was going to die…Here, in this crappy field on this shitty excuse of a mission.
Fortunately, his Sharingan was fast enough to keep up with Orochimaru's moves; so was his body. It was that damn curse seal that was making his moves slow. Making his body sluggish, making his Sharingan completely useless.
He growled, cursing his teacher under his breath. The man had failed to give him power, only giving him a lot of forbidden jutsu.
Now, three years late, Orochimaru wanted his body and he reminded him, "no power, no body. That was agreement." Not to mention that Itachi was still alive. Bastard.
He dodged the sword aimed at his throat and came to a sudden realization: Orochimaru had used him. Selfish bastard. Sasuke had given the man three years of hard work, commitment and time. He'd *killed* people for Orochimaru. He'd done the dirty work for Orochimaru. He'd lost sleep for Orochimaru. He'd gone hungry for weeks at a time and slept in the dirt. All for Orochimaru and his promise. The promise of power. The power to kill Itachi.
Three years…
Wasted.
He did not have what he desired. He was not powerful enough to kill Itachi. Something was holding him back.
Yes… Something…
He rolled and flipped on his hands, missing the kunai that was heading for his Achilles tendon by centimeters. He leaned back dodging the second attack, the sword aimed at his liver. Another back flip and twist dodged the shuriken aimed for his lung. He leaned back into a ready stance, glaring at Orochimaru. Why was the man trying to kill him like this? He could end it swiftly with one jutsu. Sasuke tilted his head and smirked as another realization came to him.
Orochimaru couldn't kill him with jutsu. He knew hundreds of deadly jutsu. But because Orochimaru knew them, that meant Sasuke knew them as well. And since Sasuke knew them, that meant he knew all the counters. Orochimaru had no choice but to kill Sasuke with his bare hands.
The man had turned on him just when Sasuke had told him the deal was off. He had wasted three years of his life on a broken promise, he was not going to waste another second. He'd gain power his own way.
That was when Orochimaru stopped dead in his tracks, turned, gave Sasuke a scowl and then attacked. He didn't say anything, just attacked and Sasuke had countered.
He staggered backwards, the sudden move making him miss his footing and the falling to his hands and knees as Orochimaru landed a blow. Blows to the sub costal muscles *hurt*. He tried to take a deep breath to get his bearings and failed, vomiting on the ground. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, glaring up at Orochimaru. The man had a sadistic smile as he stood over him, chuckling.
"Sasuke-kun… You could've had it. Now, you'll never be able to kill …Itachi!?"
Sasuke looked up, blinking once to make sure his sharingan weren't playing a trick on him. Itachi?!? What the fuck was he doing here?!
"You bastard," he muttered, rubbing his rib. He was not quite sure who he was addressing at this point, Itachi or Orochimaru. He sat up and was suddenly sprayed with blood. He groaned and leaned over, throwing up again. He hated blood on his clothes. He coughed, dry heaving stomach acid onto the ground. He didn't think the blow was that strong.
Arms were lifting him now. He groaned, as he stood shakily on his feet. He looked up, unexpectedly meeting Itachi's eyes. He glared. "Itachi… you fucking bastard, you…" He tilted his head, looking behind Itachi to see Orochimaru's body on the ground. He rubbed a hand over his chest, looking down at the still fresh blood stains. Orochimaru's blood.
His brother's face was as calm as ever. "Why…?" He lifted his own hands, staring at them. Why weren't they automatically reaching for a kunai to stab Itachi? Why weren't they forming the seals for a forbidden jutsu to bring Itachi to his death? Hell, why weren't they even trying to pound the shit out of the man?! They were just shivering, slowly reaching for the man. No… They shivered even more as he tried to pull them back.
A hand was suddenly tracing its way over his cheek, smearing blood down to his chin. "Foolish little brother…"
He growled at Itachi, ready to strike, but stopped cold in his tracks as Itachi suddenly leaned over and kissed that bloody cheek.
There was a voice whispering in his ear now. Concentrate. What was it saying? "…rule for older brothers. Do you know what that is, Sasuke?" He found himself shaking his head.
"No one hurts my little brother but *me*."
"Wha…?" He stared at Itachi, trying to make sense of all this when a sudden pain in his abdomen made him cry out and fall to his knees. That bastard had just punched him in the stomach! Hard.
He coughed, spattering a few blood flecks on the ground.
As he lost consciousness, he could've sworn he saw Itachi smiling.
~Owari