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[Sasuke looks agitated as the hilt of his sword crashes through one of the mirrors. The bags under his eyes are darker than normal. It's obvious he hasn't been taking care of himself, but he has an air of 'if you ask anything about it, you're going to have your head ripped off. A flash of orange can be seen under his shirt collar, the small snake

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[ Click: but then there is nothing but silence before a slight ruffling of clothing, it is noticable that Itachi is moving...somewhere. But when he talks, his voice is weak, even with it's blankness. ]

Not far.

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[He can hear the weakness in his voice. And every single word Madara told him about Itachi's illness echoed in his head. Itachi seemed fine the last time he'd seen him...Sasuke's been in denial about it the whole time. He wants to question him about it, but knows the filters have been all over the place recently.]

Good. Do you need a location?

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I'm fine.

[ But in all honest truth, he isn't. Because after the words had left his lips, a soft splutter akin to that of a harsh cough was to follow, but Itachi was fast enough to place his sleeve to his mouth, only making it seem like a muffled sound -- but his familiar on the other hand, that one that was with Sasuke, seemed to have felt the same effect. ]

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[THAT DOESN'T SOUND FINE ITACHI. Worry starts to race through him, and it's not something he expected to ever feel for his brother. He's almost completely silent as he observes the crow familiar and it's struggles.]

...Send me your location. I'll come to you.

[The sounds of him moving are heard; he's searching out Itachi's chakra the best he can in this world.]

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[ LMAOJSLDKFJK Look don't worry about him ok -- oh fuck you Sasuke. You know what? Fuck you. Itachi can only let out the smallest of irritated sighs because he knows that Sasuke will be searching for him because he knows his brother is a stubborn piece of ass, and Itachi would rather surrender than have Sasuke use up his own energy on such trivialities.

So.

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[Moments after Itachi's ping was sent out, Sasuke was standing in front of him, hand on his hip and his tired face expressionless as it could be.

Sasuke's gut twisted and churned with nerves. It felt as if he were meeting his brother all over again; getting ready to explain his side of it and hopefully prodding some sort of answer out of Itachi. And while this time, they wouldn't be discussing who killed who, or which supposedly-dead-ancestor was manipulating the situation, they would probably be discussing Itachi's health, something Sasuke expected would be like pulling teeth.

His mouth was dry as he spoke:]

Madara said you had a disease. You didn't seem sick before.

[Okay so maybe the supposedly-dead-ancestor would be brought up.]

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[ In the barest of all moments when Sasuke appeared before him, Itachi had slid the communicator into his robe. His movements all too slow -- all too weak, too goddamn pathetic. Because the state that he was in was nothing but a pitiful sight. The reds that were his eyes replaced with white lifeless hues, his attire coated in dirt, his left arm -- dislodged at the shoulder by a shotgun bullet, numerous attempts to place it back in place were committed, but only succeeded in making the shockwave of pain much more immense -- hung in a makeshift sling of his robe.

And perhaps, with a hard swallow and a low exhale, he had ended up regretting having Sasuke gaze along such a weakness that was to never be exposed. But nonetheless, the small huff of frustrated breath emerged from his between his lips. ]

And you were obliged to believe him?

[ But there was realization as well, Madara being the only of their bloodline left -- no matter if he was to be dead - and Sasuke had needed some sort of guidance. But no matter what, their bloodline

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I am now.

[Everything about Itachi now was shattering his image of him. He seemed less perfect. Something fallen from is pedestal. and Sasuke could feel the last of the pristine image of his brother fall as Itachi sat. Nothing was perfect. Nothing was perfect. Not even Itachi.

He stepped towards him worried about the wound-oh god. Everything. Itachi needed help. He was too stubborn to admit it though. Even now when he was basically dying.

Sasuke remembered to their fight; he hadn't said anything about it either.]

Why isn't Kakashi with you? Why haven't you gotten help? [There was a plea in his tone that he hated to admit was there.]

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Diseases are usually not self-inflicted.

[ Even in his pain, his words were still firm -- a hand ran through his hair, not as a show of denial of his condition, but for the sake of trying with no avail to look at the figure before him.

It wasn’t that Itachi was stubborn; more-or-less, Itachi had given up. He realized it was pathetic, but more or less it could not be helped. And he had given out a low breath at Sasuke’s inquiries -- the former provoked a low exhale, one of mockery to believe that Kakashi could assist him (as Itachi had thought: he was a criminal, etc.)

And the latter of the question had Itachi lift up his head with a blank gaze. ]

Death doesn’t exist here, Sasuke. I have no interest in bringing other’s into my own affairs.

[ His voice was low and cold, with a weak blunt edge. ]

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...Self-inflicted...

[It made sense in a way. He fit the pieces together in his head. Itachi wanted to lose to him in that fight. He couldn't hold back though, so the only way to be weaker than he was...was to cripple himself.

A weight seemed to crash down on him causing his tired body to sink a little further down; Itachi was dying because he wanted to. He would have made the efforts already to get help.

He felt like he was going to vomit.

Itachi's blank gaze haunted him. It was the same. His own eyes widened. Sasuke had never been completely stable in Nuadoria. The atmosphere... everything. It would throw him off and throw him hard when it. Blood around Itachi's eyes, and he shook his head. It wasn't that time. Not now.]

I know..I know...but no one deserves to die. [Although, he's said the same to others, trying to calm them and put them at ease. He'll forever be a hypocrite.]

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[ Itachi couldn’t see Sasuke, but he could feel every movement the other preformed. Only, only Itachi made no effort to reply with any movement of his own. His breathing was too low now, barely existent as he felt himself being buried underneath a wall of pain.

But with what Sasuke had said, it made Itachi’s lips pull back slightly with a low, low, low mocking sound that emerged from the back of his throat, escaping with a wetness of blood that rose up to seep from the corner of his lips. ]

Yet you were bent on revenge for myself, and since then, the elders.

[ Head lowered once again. ]

Stop lying to yourself, Sasuke.

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[His eyes widened with the realization of what he said. Itachi had caught him. Even when he was near death he'd gotten Sasuke to admit something he hadn't meant. His fist tightened at his side, and his body bristled in frustration.

Some people did deserve to die.]

You know what I meant. You...don't deserve to die. Not again.

[Sasuke expression was pained. There was a feeling bubbling in him that he hated. He had only learned of Itachi's innocence after his deather...would the same happen with the elders? Madara was the one who summoned Kyuubi and allowed his clan to be blamed. He had been up front about that though. He had wanted revenge.

The seeds of doubt that Itachi had planted with their first conversation were growing.

Too many questions, too quickly. This wasn't what he was here for. He was here to help Itachi, and make sure he didn't die.]

I'll message the magisters. They might have something to help you...

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[ It was slightly surprising, really. That Sasuke had forgiven him so quickly after he had found out about his so-called innocence. Enough that there was a low breath of disdain that left parted lips, but the behaviour and thoughts of the other, it made him stare -- almost blankly with blind hues -- at the ground before him. ]

It does not matter what you believe -- in the end I was the one that destroyed all you knew.

[ Because, really. It didn’t matter who had sent him off to destroy what Sasuke lived for, it was nothing but a job and Itachi had to carry it out. If not, then there would be war. And he sure as hell wasn’t going to allow that, he would not let his brother live through such horror that Itachi himself had to undergo.

With a tilt of his head and fingers that wiped away the blood that clung to the flesh of his lips, Itachi reached out a trembling hand, lowering that of Sasuke’s incase the other was truly stupid enough to ask for assistance. Words soft, losing their firmness and low with lingering annoyance. ]It could

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[Don't bother. Not not. I'm busy.

Itachi always brushed him off like that. And every time, he did nothing to refute it, allowing his brother to have his way. It wasn't fair. Sasuke's life wasn't fair, as he quickly learned. Itachi always had so much command over him.

He almost snapped back in frustration, but light touch on his hand stopped it. Itachi truly didn't want help, from him or anyone else. All of his issues whirled around his head, a tired confusion washing over him. It would probably a while longer before Sasuke got to sleep again with all of this.]

...Why won't you at least try?

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[ It was the tired sounds, the frustration that made Itachi’s hand heavier on the other’s. it would have been affectionate, if it was not removed and returned to hang limp by his side once again. ]

Kakashi had already request Caim’s aid, there is no need for you repeat the same action.

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[scales_shed]

[He was silent, just contemplating Itachi's words. Kakashi. His former teacher saw it before he did. How ironic that it was not long ago that Sauske had thrown his own words back in his face. Not to any avail, as the older shinobi had expected him, but he had.

Sasuke shifted. He never felt awkward. He was independent, and was strong enough to handle anything. But apparently he couldn't handle Kakashi helping Itachi and leaving him to be clueless.

Another thing that bothered him; Caim. Kakashi had requested Caim's help. When was that? Was he working on it at all? He bit his cheek, figuring Itachi would just dismiss the subject anyway.]

...You're sure?