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[mondaineanomie]

Characters: AU:Uchiha Itachi, AU:Uchiha Sasuke [OPEN: No new threads or I'll gut you]
Where: Outside Sasuke's apartment block or something?
When: Uh, night?
Summary: Itachi is here, Sasuke is not happy? I don't know. Oh yeah, Itachi is bleeding to death so a doctor would be nice.
Warnings: Uchiha brothers, violence, swearing.

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[embalmment]

Gentle and quiet footsteps made their way down the stairs of the apartment. He'd taken to go outside at night almost regularely. Sometimes just to wonder. Sometimes to train. Sometimes to escape it all with an old memory, an old habit that he wouldn't mind getting back in to. The flute. This time though, Sasuke was on his way to the small library he had seen in the school. Part of him didn't figure they would have what he needed, but he would try there first. Stressing the indigeo was a stupid idea. He didn't even know how much time he had - his thoughts were interrupted as he almost missed a step. Something caught him off balence and his arm reached out quick to grab the railing. A feeling he'd... never quite felt before. Maybe he had and couldn't remember. It felt as if something just knocked the wind out of him

[mondaineanomie]

There was a moment where his instincts told him to get on his feet and quickly eliminate that which he could faintly hear. Soft steps and the crunching of material and yet Itachi was suffocating on his own blood that travelled down his throat like thick honey, only to take a gulp of it. A tight knot in his gut and a soft hiss of pain as he felt the liquid flow down his raw throat, warm and sticky like his fingers that curled around the wound of his gut; reaching out slightly but only for the arm to fall limp at his side.

Yet, there was something there, something before him, something utmost familiar and something that made the older Uchiha inhale sharply again in some sort of twisted satisfaction. The warmth he felt that lingered from the other - no it wasn't warmth, it was something else, something almost rotten and yet - just yet - there was something deep in his mind, pulling at the back of his head like thousands of wavering threads, that he knew that of which was before

[embalmment]

He felt like he was choking. His body didn't move a single inch. It was hard to say whether he was even looking at the man below or not. He wasn't. He was staring at the wall just above trying to will his mind out of this trap it had found itself in. Possibly because just a mere few days ago he found that he had gotten to the point where if another Itachi came in he wouldn't know what he would do. He wouldn't know if he would even care. His priorities were changing. So of course Econtra would find another way to grind the salt into that wound and tug out the stitches or just carve a whole new one. Lips parted just a touch

[mondaineanomie]

One may have never thought that Itachi was to succumb into being weak and yet it was too late to hide from his younger brother and thousands upon thousands of images appeared in his mind, how desperate they may have seemed. To softly caress that white dead cold skin and how badly he would have desire to snap that tender neck, but Itachi could only lean forward slightly as slender fingered bounded around his own wrist, to taint Sasuke with his blood, their blood. Lips parted once again to inhale slowly, as though he was on a thread between life and death and slowly falling towards the latter but now...no, he wouldn't accept it, no he would give up now that his younger brother was before him

Paj-Tesserra || Sasuke -> Merc -> Itachi ->

[embalmment]

He didn't know if it was pity or if it was simply an automatic responce to the obsession. If Itachi died here like this than it wouldn't be the same. Even though there was so much else going on in his life that he really didn't need this... it was Itachi. He couldn't. He could not. He could not walk away. No matter what his mind said he should do his body would not listen. The garments underneath his cloak were so torn that they fell right off. Skin and blood. Blood was everywhere. All over his body. All over his clothing. All over everything. Everywhere.

What happened? Where were you from? What did you last see? Who was it? Was it me?He was fading and fast. Scarlets blinked softly as the man's head rolled towards him. A hypnotic sleep would succumb Itachi instantly. It would buy them some time. Lock him in that place and status for now. How long he could stall time he wasn't sure. Sasuke sighed as his eyes looked up at the sky blankly for a long moment. The smell was overwelming. Itachi's blood was all over his clothing. All over

Re: Paj-Tesserra || Sasuke -> Merc -> Itachi ->

[waterfell]

A young Asian girl answered the door. Except for knowing about her dual identities, Sasuke might have questioned whether he had the right person or a new arrival. If any such question remained, it was answered for him immediately when she greeted him by name; the voice and manner were the same and, once suspicion dawned, the similarities in facial features were probably noticeable

Re: Paj-Tesserra || Sasuke -> Merc -> Itachi ->

[embalmment]

((ooc: Skipping Itachi for him being unconscious and all ))He knew of the dual personalities and even if he didn't the similarities were there that he need not to question. Not as if in this state of mind he really was going to question anything. Not until the questions were sorted out. Sasuke, for a moment, was merely staring blankly over her shoulder. It took some time for him to register this idea of moving the body forward into the room because he was saving Itachi. No, not saving. No he was. He was so that... so that he would kill him. Here. It wasn't the same if the blood that covered him was not drawn by his hands. And even if it were Sasuke didn't remember it, or it hadn't happened yet, so he'd do it again just to make sure

Re: Paj-Tesserra || Sasuke -> Merc -> Itachi ->

[waterfell]

There was no need to speak, except for necessities. Tautological, that