[Video | Week 9, Day 3]
[The video feed captures only a blue sky, broken up by the leafy branches of a huge tree. A pair of birds fly overhead, and there are the sounds of late summer, cicadas buzzing and birds shrieking
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Where have you been all this time?
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Where have you been all this time? Perhaps the worst question anyone could ask Sasuke right now, because thinking about it makes his head hurt. Sasuke is used to the sensation of having been in two places at once, sort of. He knows how to make shadow clones.
But this. This.
These dueling lives. These two Sasukes who haven't yet fully integrated. One who asks, is he the enemy? Is he one of them? And the other answering, he's nobody. Nobody. Nothing at all. Another dreamer in this world, dreaming of blood like the rest of us. Another face.
The video feed is Sasuke's fingers, blue sky visible through the gaps in them. He fumbles clumsily with the Hitomi, and there is a long pause before he can be sure the thing is recording.]
... You.
You're Marco. [Maahko. It feels weird to say, so for a second Sasuke thinks he must be mistaken. But no - rather, he's just never called this person by name before.
It's hard to think with the pain in his head.]
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Well, most people I know call me Marco. But I like to think there's someone out there who likes to call be Gorgeous.
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He remembers everything.]
No. [Not in the mood.
A pause.]
... I know you.
[Don't I.
It's hard to keep things straight. The real world, where he came from, and... Kannagara. He'd been here for, what, a year now? But then he had gone back, but had forgotten, and then back here again, and this time he remembered, but now he remembered too much, two lives, parallel. Veering into each other. And one world was insane.]
Fuck.
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[The idiot's vocabulary sounds like something he could relate to, though. A common reaction when it comes to this place. But he doesn't either way. It is unknown what it could possibly take to make him feel sympathetic towards anyone.]
[He presses the audio button just for the sake of snark commenting.]
Exactly. You can think of it as hell if you believe in it, idiot.
[He cuts the feed and returns to cleaning his blade.]
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More to the point. Who the fuck cares.]
Tch.
[Sasuke's point is lost somewhat when it takes him a few moments to find the "send" button. He can be heard fumbling angrily with the device before the feed stops.]
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Ah, did you lose something, young man?
[If not, it might be stolen from you soon.]
There's no need to be down. Nor... down on the ground. Unless, of course, you're hurt, in which case I would recommend contacting healers rather than cursing the air, but of course that might be difficult.~
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Finite, yet long-reaching: a stretching, yawning instance of time, and Itachi has known numerous such spots of time during his life -- too many, the lengthy hours of waiting, of anticipation -- from the quiet childhood along the river bank to the night when it all perished to the ensuing years in forests and caves and hotels in the quiet of night, with only the sound of boiling water, tea preparations, the midnight rain --
-- which continued to fall in this world. Over him. Over Sasuke.
And they lives they had been forming.
From all their deaths.
Death, for Itachi, has been in both of its instances a short affair. A stuttering blip of a period finishing off one life sentence: preparing another. It is, for this man, the ultimate ironyWhen you spend your life in perpetual quietness, the moments of your days are longer than those of anyone else. Itachi is a century old at twenty-one. Wrinkled before he was ten. But you see -- he has spent the majority of his lifetime in waiting ( ... )
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And it had been brief, really. Sasuke had nothing, then he fell, then he woke up and there was Itachi. Dead Itachi, Itachi's ghost in a world of dead things and dreams. It had made no difference. Dead things and living things. There was little distinction in a world that was not real, anyway.
Dead, but he had been there. Solid. And warm, even, when -
It is the same now. Back then. Fall, open your eyes, and he is there. This is the same. Open your eyes, and he is there. Saying your name. Saying, otouto.It is not the same ( ... )
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Shrouded eyes. Wrapped, bandaged, injured eyes: eyes concealed behind the pale blood-speckled cloth. Their shared genealogy, muted in this world of relative peace: Sharingan. What Itachi had once called my new light. Now dimmed to darkness. Placed away. Who has done this to Sasuke? And Itachi swallows, palms hot. Who has done this to his brother? By what power has this light been removed? And Sasuke. Sasuke, stumbling in the darkness. Sasuke, alone, unseeing, in this world of endless brightness. How must the sunlight be burning him ( ... )
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