[ Closed ] Itachi and Elena
Who: Itachi Uchiha uchihaweasel and Elena wellsuited
What: Consolation of a sort, between the inconsolable and the poor at consoling.
When: Evening of April 11th after the shitstorm that was this post.
Where: Beginning at Sasori and Itachi's apartment, and veering into the streets of Anatole thereafter.
Warnings: BLOODGUTSANDGLORY--only not. No, no warnings. Excepttheremightbefluff? And booze. Maybe. IDEFK.
Even great shinobi made mistakes, and despite being known as a genius in his home world, Itachi was no stranger to errors made on behalf of his own misplaced judgment. Once more, because of a poor decision that he had made, Sasuke was angry with him, and was beyond his reach. Once again he could do nothing for his little brother but trust in Sasuke's friends-Naruto, Sakura... he hoped that they would be able to get through to Sasuke where he could no longer.
It was a difficult burden to carry, that of knowing your most cherished person thought the worst of you, lacked even an ounce of trust in you, but Itachi could not fault Sasuke for his wavering beliefs. The teen had only past examples to go on, and the past didn't paint a heartwarming picture. The things that he had done-things he had willingly done, of his own volition-were things that had scarred Sasuke in a way that had exceeded his own expectations. What had been originally for Sasuke's benefit, to give him a chance Itachi had never had, to give him strength and fire, had corrupted Sasuke instead.
The hardest thing, of course, was still maintaining a shred of his own hope... hope that Sasuke would calm down and they would be able to sort through everything. Hope that the truth would be believed just this once.
It was fortunate that Elena had offered her company for the evening. Itachi had been tempted more than once to go looking for his brother, but even he knew that his presence would only add insult to injury and cause his brother's anger to boil over the top. Distracting himself was necessary for the time being because of this, and assisting Elena with her Mahjong tiles, and possibly relaxing afterward with some sake, were both reliable ways he could keep himself occupied. It was just an added bonus that he enjoyed Elena's presence.
With Sasori's traps at the front door disarmed for now-a task that had taken great care, but had still been quickly worked through-all that was left to do now was wait for Elena to arrive.
What: Consolation of a sort, between the inconsolable and the poor at consoling.
When: Evening of April 11th after the shitstorm that was this post.
Where: Beginning at Sasori and Itachi's apartment, and veering into the streets of Anatole thereafter.
Warnings: BLOODGUTSANDGLORY--only not. No, no warnings. Excepttheremightbefluff? And booze. Maybe. IDEFK.
Even great shinobi made mistakes, and despite being known as a genius in his home world, Itachi was no stranger to errors made on behalf of his own misplaced judgment. Once more, because of a poor decision that he had made, Sasuke was angry with him, and was beyond his reach. Once again he could do nothing for his little brother but trust in Sasuke's friends-Naruto, Sakura... he hoped that they would be able to get through to Sasuke where he could no longer.
It was a difficult burden to carry, that of knowing your most cherished person thought the worst of you, lacked even an ounce of trust in you, but Itachi could not fault Sasuke for his wavering beliefs. The teen had only past examples to go on, and the past didn't paint a heartwarming picture. The things that he had done-things he had willingly done, of his own volition-were things that had scarred Sasuke in a way that had exceeded his own expectations. What had been originally for Sasuke's benefit, to give him a chance Itachi had never had, to give him strength and fire, had corrupted Sasuke instead.
The hardest thing, of course, was still maintaining a shred of his own hope... hope that Sasuke would calm down and they would be able to sort through everything. Hope that the truth would be believed just this once.
It was fortunate that Elena had offered her company for the evening. Itachi had been tempted more than once to go looking for his brother, but even he knew that his presence would only add insult to injury and cause his brother's anger to boil over the top. Distracting himself was necessary for the time being because of this, and assisting Elena with her Mahjong tiles, and possibly relaxing afterward with some sake, were both reliable ways he could keep himself occupied. It was just an added bonus that he enjoyed Elena's presence.
With Sasori's traps at the front door disarmed for now-a task that had taken great care, but had still been quickly worked through-all that was left to do now was wait for Elena to arrive.