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May 25, 2007 12:35

Who: Akasun Sasori (this-mannequin) and Uchiha Itachi (crimson-prose)
Where: Sasori's apartment complex.
When: May 25.
What: Itachi - listless, hopeless, proverbially homeless and soaking wet - arrives at Sasori's apartment with bad intentions and worser ailments. Sasori is a decent friend about it, if a very alienated one.
Warnings: To be added as things progress ( Read more... )

itachi, log, sasori

Comments 15

this_mannequin July 29 2007, 03:41:30 UTC

The snap of latex is loud, and he's smiling, a dreadful smile that could only be done justice covered with a mask, and a rolling cart, maybe eighteen by twelve inches in size, is pushed to Itachi's side, a metal tray of tools neatly array on gauze bandages on it. (These tools he has taken piece by piece from doctor's offices. The tables, the lighting, the carts, these are what he stole from one of Suna's hospitals before Deidara did him a favor and sent it up in flames. It was one of the very few times Sasori ever felt like he owed Deidara anything.)

The lamp he pulls over Itachi's face as he checks his vitals (-the pulse point, heart rate per ten seconds, the retraction of the iris when light is shined in the eye- All is normal save for reaction to pain. Itachi is not dead, but he is reacting as if he were.) Baby, did you forget to take your meds? - is so bright, the spine of it twisting underneath his hand to the right point, and adjusts Itachi's splayed limbs, turning him on his back and tearing the thin fabric of his shirt open ( ... )

crimson_prose July 29 2007, 05:17:33 UTC

But it's something that would be there for him even if Itachi had never been there that day. (Even if he hardly knew Itachi at all.) If it were all they were ever both conscious of, there would always be the embedded 'Shisui' in Itachi, and there are those who argue that it started at thirteen and there are others who argue that Itachi is nothing without his cousin, and that there is no Itachi as he is (was) without-

And it's becoming pointedly obvious (to everyone) who is right.

(Je suis désolée
Lo siento
Ik ben droevig-And it's as if they're all regretting having ever waged a certain war in the first place. (It's like watching desolation float over the horizon in a tidal wave, it's like watching an earthquake take place from somewhere in the sky, it's like being completely disaffected in attending your own funeral, which Itachi fully intends to do, if it can be said that he intends to ever do anything ever again.) It's Mikoto out in the rain looking for him going on the fourth day in a row, it's sadness in it's most tangible form ( ... )

this_mannequin July 29 2007, 19:54:27 UTC

Sasori is a different kind of Prodigy ( ... )

crimson_prose July 29 2007, 22:16:25 UTC

And it is just another thing that makes them different.

(That makes them the same; Sasori does not make mistakes, and so is defined by them. Itachi is made by his largest mistake, and so is also defined by him.) There is nothing tender about the scar tissue anymore, it's long grown nearly into his skin. (Probably in a way better than most things are apt.) The name does not shine like a stone in water, nor does it blot out light the way a scab would. It appears to never have stabbed, to never have bled at all; it becomes Itachi more in the way a birthmark would (if Itachi had ever been born with a birthmark. But he was not ( ... )

this_mannequin July 31 2007, 02:06:50 UTC

The knife splits Itachi's skin. (It's a shrill noise unheard to anyone but Sasori. Deep, drilling, so unlike a human scream, the screams Itachi will not emit. It's a noise heard only in Sasori's head, the product of his psychosis developed over years and years of cutting things open. Of being-) The blood surfaces. (It's warmth isn't felt through the latex. Sasori doubts it would have been warm either way. And Itachi does not react whatsoever. The noise in his head-It takes him eight hours to carve Itachi's scar tissue from his back. The Kanji reading (Shisui. Itachi's heart. Itachi's adoration. Sasori works carefully.) And the blood is all over him, everywhere, soaked through his clothes, splattering as he hits arteries or veins. Eight hours to carefully remove all of the damage tissue he had created months before with a scalpel and a hate for the Uchiha not unlike his hate for Zabuza himself ( ... )