[log] house of incest
Who: Uchiha Itachi (behindhiseyes) and Uchiha Sasuke (a_for_tiori)
Status: Closed
Style: Action, Present
Where: Hisato, where Itachi and Sasuke are staying
When: Week 6, Day 1. Following this conversation. It's a continuation thereof.
Rating: PG, PG-13-ish?
Warnings: BROTHERS KISSING. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED OBLAARGAG. Also, general douchebaggery. Sasuke.
[ Itachi sits upright, looking out the window.
He can feel his brother behind him. Sasuke. Can feel the weight of him, can hear the sound of those distinctive footfalls, hushed and deliberate and padding, with a vengeful stomp, but still, somehow, as light and swift as snow flurries, as the fall of the moon's wan light (tonight it has chosen to be a crescent sliver, and Itachi watches --); Itachi can sense the anxious surge in his chakra, that thread of Sasuke's perpetual rage tempered by the blunt edges he has made for himself (those edges which have grown into the walls of a stone fortress, and it was Itachi who gave him the rocks, who smoothed them down and instructed him, through example, to build). The walls of Sasuke's temperament are firm, many-layered, yet, in the vision of his brother, he is plainly filled with holes; punctured spaces which bleed out the lightning that is his nature.
The lightning: the electricity. Kirin. Chidori. Itachi can almost imagine that he hears those screaming birds. Rushing towards him. Rushing down some hallway, some hallway, some distance between them -- here comes his brother, with the lightning flashing off his eyes -- his yelling brother, crossing that divide, and Itachi knows, any moment, he is going to. Break something. Break Sasuke. Who is moving far too recklessly, whom Itachi can look at, and see infinite vulnerabilities. And the pinwheel eyes can see your vulnerabilities, all of those punctured spaces, which he could easily hook his fingers into, and --
The lightning. Kakashi had taught him that. Had given him the spark. The handful of electricity; a living wire, and Sasuke smells of it. Smells like a cut power line (and Itachi had remembered those, on that night -- ), and it was as though his sensei had taken the lines which had hoisted Sasuke up, which he had lifted himself with after everything, and had sliced them open. Had released something blue and fluid and beautifully bright. Something that, to Itachi now, looks so very similar to another kind of charge, a bodily charge -- one he knows far too intimately, familiarly, one he tastes in the air around Sasuke, in the residue after his dream.
Kakashi gave Sasuke a handful of lightning.
It flashed all throughout his body.
It lit him up.
And Itachi saw the result. ]
Should I?
[ A rhetorical question to a rhetorical question. Of course he has something to say. Of course he has nothing to say. Sasuke understands this. Itachi had not wished to see this dream. A violation of Sasuke. A violation of himself. There is nothing he can say. Sasuke is an adult now. Sasuke has seen -- yes, he has; there is nothing Itachi knows which Sasuke does not, and perhaps Sasuke knows things which Itachi does not, and any reaction, anything besides indifference, in the face of this, is an absurdity.
Itachi is standing in the hall of the hotel, looking down. Sasuke is tearing up those walls. The full thrust of his body aims for murder.
Sasuke is in the doorway. Itachi is watching the moonlight. ]
No, I have nothing to say.
Status: Closed
Style: Action, Present
Where: Hisato, where Itachi and Sasuke are staying
When: Week 6, Day 1. Following this conversation. It's a continuation thereof.
Rating: PG, PG-13-ish?
Warnings: BROTHERS KISSING. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED OBLAARGAG. Also, general douchebaggery. Sasuke.
[ Itachi sits upright, looking out the window.
He can feel his brother behind him. Sasuke. Can feel the weight of him, can hear the sound of those distinctive footfalls, hushed and deliberate and padding, with a vengeful stomp, but still, somehow, as light and swift as snow flurries, as the fall of the moon's wan light (tonight it has chosen to be a crescent sliver, and Itachi watches --); Itachi can sense the anxious surge in his chakra, that thread of Sasuke's perpetual rage tempered by the blunt edges he has made for himself (those edges which have grown into the walls of a stone fortress, and it was Itachi who gave him the rocks, who smoothed them down and instructed him, through example, to build). The walls of Sasuke's temperament are firm, many-layered, yet, in the vision of his brother, he is plainly filled with holes; punctured spaces which bleed out the lightning that is his nature.
The lightning: the electricity. Kirin. Chidori. Itachi can almost imagine that he hears those screaming birds. Rushing towards him. Rushing down some hallway, some hallway, some distance between them -- here comes his brother, with the lightning flashing off his eyes -- his yelling brother, crossing that divide, and Itachi knows, any moment, he is going to. Break something. Break Sasuke. Who is moving far too recklessly, whom Itachi can look at, and see infinite vulnerabilities. And the pinwheel eyes can see your vulnerabilities, all of those punctured spaces, which he could easily hook his fingers into, and --
The lightning. Kakashi had taught him that. Had given him the spark. The handful of electricity; a living wire, and Sasuke smells of it. Smells like a cut power line (and Itachi had remembered those, on that night -- ), and it was as though his sensei had taken the lines which had hoisted Sasuke up, which he had lifted himself with after everything, and had sliced them open. Had released something blue and fluid and beautifully bright. Something that, to Itachi now, looks so very similar to another kind of charge, a bodily charge -- one he knows far too intimately, familiarly, one he tastes in the air around Sasuke, in the residue after his dream.
Kakashi gave Sasuke a handful of lightning.
It flashed all throughout his body.
It lit him up.
And Itachi saw the result. ]
Should I?
[ A rhetorical question to a rhetorical question. Of course he has something to say. Of course he has nothing to say. Sasuke understands this. Itachi had not wished to see this dream. A violation of Sasuke. A violation of himself. There is nothing he can say. Sasuke is an adult now. Sasuke has seen -- yes, he has; there is nothing Itachi knows which Sasuke does not, and perhaps Sasuke knows things which Itachi does not, and any reaction, anything besides indifference, in the face of this, is an absurdity.
Itachi is standing in the hall of the hotel, looking down. Sasuke is tearing up those walls. The full thrust of his body aims for murder.
Sasuke is in the doorway. Itachi is watching the moonlight. ]
No, I have nothing to say.