[THREAD] even though it hurts

[sagittariinae]

Who: Uchiha Itachi [ pogromanate ] & Kazama Souji [ sagittariinae ]
Where: Itachi's Estate, Elysium
When: Early evening
Summary: I didn't know if I could face you and the truth.
Rating: PG-13

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[pogromanate]

Itachi did not believe that the news of his student’s death had affected him. But the chaotic disarray of the house (bottles of sake left on the floor, ink tipped over on the carpet, books and paper scattered along the counters and coffee table) along with his own downward spiral of continuous self-negligence told the complete opposite. It was a deep disappointment that tugged at the centre of Itachi’s chest, that he could not be of assistance to Kazama, and that he had succumbed to death - even if it was to happen sooner or later, there was still slight disbelief that manifested into delusions -- and even more so that the auction was won by another

[sagittariinae]

It was an uneasy wait, and Kazama shifted his weight, warily glancing back down the street for a moment before returning his glance to the estate entrance, wondering for a moment if he should just leave. (Hibari, his 'underlings' at the mafia, even Yosuke he could face, but it was oddly difficult to look to Itachi, after this shameful display of weakness. He almost wanted to flee.) But still, he waited, eyes directly blankly at the bars of the gate -- and looked up, when the lock finally opened

[pogromanate]

Long stretches of sluggish uncaring languid steps led the Uchiha through the estate. His eyes briefly closing every so often as he took in deep heavy lung-filling air, only to release it in a string of sighs laced over with exhaustion and self-disappointment that would -- once released -- be buried back down. Even the state of his estate did not go acknowledged, he completely ignored the mess of it and only made his way to the couch, sitting down and sinking into the material

[sagittariinae]

It was growing painfully obvious, now, that Itachi had been adversely affected by something -- most likely his death -- and while Itachi easily ignored the mess strewn about the floor, Kazama couldn't help but note each overturned bottle, each shard of glass that glimmered in the dim lighting, each ugly splash of ink that decorated the debris almost like blood. Walking with his head bowed, he breathed slowly, still trying to think of something to say, something to rectify the situation and undo the damage