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Who: Uchiha Sasuke [ earned_my_eyes ] and Uchiha Itachi [ prodigal_liar ]
When: After this conversation.
Where: The dojo.
Format: Paragraph
What: Family reunion
Warnings: None
He’s back.
Deep breath in. Deep breath out. Sasuke sat in the center of the dojo with his eyes closed, counting his heartbeats, counting his breaths, thinking and impatiently waiting.. Itachi was coming, he had said, had confirmed, and Sasuke could wait. For his brother, he could wait, however much he didn’t like it.
He let his head dip forward, black hair shielding, and silently, he laid out all of his questions like mahjong tiles. What do you remember? Details? How did you arrive back? Do you have all your belongings on you still? Where did you wake up?
A twitch of his fingers. A stop of his breath. The barest sliver of black from between his eyelashes.
Did you go back to die?
And Sasuke had to wonder, had to honestly wonder if he owed everything that was here now to Elena, the girl who found what they swore had to be a joke, a scam. Was this her doing? Did they really bring him back from the other side? And if they had, did that prove there was a way to return, or was it different because he had died back on their natural world? Could something have come back through with him? How could they be certain this was him when-
--when every other time in World End Itachi left, he never remembered?
Against the floor, his fingers curled until knuckles pressed against it. He was coming, Itachi was coming, and for the moment, that’s all that mattered.
When: After this conversation.
Where: The dojo.
Format: Paragraph
What: Family reunion
Warnings: None
He’s back.
Deep breath in. Deep breath out. Sasuke sat in the center of the dojo with his eyes closed, counting his heartbeats, counting his breaths, thinking and impatiently waiting.. Itachi was coming, he had said, had confirmed, and Sasuke could wait. For his brother, he could wait, however much he didn’t like it.
He let his head dip forward, black hair shielding, and silently, he laid out all of his questions like mahjong tiles. What do you remember? Details? How did you arrive back? Do you have all your belongings on you still? Where did you wake up?
A twitch of his fingers. A stop of his breath. The barest sliver of black from between his eyelashes.
Did you go back to die?
And Sasuke had to wonder, had to honestly wonder if he owed everything that was here now to Elena, the girl who found what they swore had to be a joke, a scam. Was this her doing? Did they really bring him back from the other side? And if they had, did that prove there was a way to return, or was it different because he had died back on their natural world? Could something have come back through with him? How could they be certain this was him when-
--when every other time in World End Itachi left, he never remembered?
Against the floor, his fingers curled until knuckles pressed against it. He was coming, Itachi was coming, and for the moment, that’s all that mattered.