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Who: Sasuke Uchiha (earned_my_eyes) and Itachi Uchiha (uchihaweasel)
When: After this.
Where: Near the free apartments
Format: Paragraph, past tense
What: Sasuke seeks out his late brother.
Warnings: Uchiha moodiness None.
The night wind was the best way to clear a cluttered head, Sasuke found, and his head was a battleground of What Ifs and Could Bes. Dark eyes narrowed against the chill as he hopped from roof to roof, hair blown back from his face, and underneath his lips, his teeth ground together. Behind him, the apartment dwindled in the distance as he ran towards the free housing for new arrivals, his legs propelling him faster, faster, as if it was so many years ago and he was forever bent on the other’s destruction.
Funny how much things had changed.
There had always been a possibility that Itachi would arrive here, some remote and thin chance, but it was still a surprise to hear his voice sliding over the communicator’s airwaves. He was out the door before the conversation had ended, sword at his waist just in case, and his feet found the wind. If his housemates had seen him leave, he didn’t notice; for the moment, he had one goal, as was so customary with him.
As he ran, he relived the brief conversation in his head, the words, the tone. Itachi wasn’t the one from World’s End, which was for the best; their death back there could be forgotten and never mentioned from here on out, a factor that had been quite the overhang. And Sasuke had the upper hand, having been here longer, having been away as long as he had, and having a history of drifting through these awkward and tense conversations before.
Ahh, repetition, the eternal old friend.
Stopping on the building beside the one he knew Itachi to be in, he looked down, watching, waiting to see if he would come out to meet him. Sasuke didn’t put it past either of them for this to result in a fight, truth hanging in his head or not; they were still siblings, still ninjas, their relationship still volatile in darkened corners. Fighting inside would be as much dangerous as it would be reckless.
But really, he had come to talk. To meet. To tell him what he knew. Nothing more. Nothing less.
Crouching down, he watched, waited.
When: After this.
Where: Near the free apartments
Format: Paragraph, past tense
What: Sasuke seeks out his late brother.
Warnings: Uchiha moodiness None.
The night wind was the best way to clear a cluttered head, Sasuke found, and his head was a battleground of What Ifs and Could Bes. Dark eyes narrowed against the chill as he hopped from roof to roof, hair blown back from his face, and underneath his lips, his teeth ground together. Behind him, the apartment dwindled in the distance as he ran towards the free housing for new arrivals, his legs propelling him faster, faster, as if it was so many years ago and he was forever bent on the other’s destruction.
Funny how much things had changed.
There had always been a possibility that Itachi would arrive here, some remote and thin chance, but it was still a surprise to hear his voice sliding over the communicator’s airwaves. He was out the door before the conversation had ended, sword at his waist just in case, and his feet found the wind. If his housemates had seen him leave, he didn’t notice; for the moment, he had one goal, as was so customary with him.
As he ran, he relived the brief conversation in his head, the words, the tone. Itachi wasn’t the one from World’s End, which was for the best; their death back there could be forgotten and never mentioned from here on out, a factor that had been quite the overhang. And Sasuke had the upper hand, having been here longer, having been away as long as he had, and having a history of drifting through these awkward and tense conversations before.
Ahh, repetition, the eternal old friend.
Stopping on the building beside the one he knew Itachi to be in, he looked down, watching, waiting to see if he would come out to meet him. Sasuke didn’t put it past either of them for this to result in a fight, truth hanging in his head or not; they were still siblings, still ninjas, their relationship still volatile in darkened corners. Fighting inside would be as much dangerous as it would be reckless.
But really, he had come to talk. To meet. To tell him what he knew. Nothing more. Nothing less.
Crouching down, he watched, waited.