[In progress] But I'm more the a litte curious how you're planning to go about making your amends

[fan_of_red_dawn]

Characters: Ou!Uchiha Itachi [fan_of_red_dawn] & Ou!Uchiha Sasuke [theloneheir]
When: After this.
Where: Itachi's Apartment
Rating: PG-13...to be safe?
Summary: tba

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[theloneheir]

It had taken Sasuke several minutes before he could bring himself to look for his PCD and leave the graveyard. It was just too surreal. He had thought he hallucinated when he first saw Kabuto and Orochimaru during the beginning of the week, but now...his lost twin

/because i'm slow, obvsly

[fan_of_red_dawn]

Itachi returned to the chair he had been sitting in earlier, his back up against the wall, his hand folded in his lap, slender fingers intertwined with each other. His breathing regulated, only a quick, simple clearing of his throat not moments before Sasuke knocked.

He looked up, watching the door open, revealing his brother on the other side, standing to greet him. He knew, seeing this phantoms in the streets, with faces so familiar, it was unsettling, and disheartening. There wasn't much he really could do, to erase the images of these faces that walked the streets. Faces of past allies, loved ones, and friends. Faces that stirred overwhelming grief and guilt in his mind, and probably things just as bad in Sasuke's.

/crawls along

[theloneheir]

"...Hey." That was all the greeting Itachi would get. It didn't even sound sincere at all. After a quick glance at his brother, Sasuke avoided eye contact and walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge of it.

He fidgeted slightly, messing with the sleeve of his hoodie and the humming of his gloves. He wasn't even sure what he was supposed to do now. He really didn't have anything in mind other than get out of the graveyard. He just knew that he didn't want to ask who Itachi had seen. He didn't want to know, but if he wanted to disclose that sensitive information, he wouldn't stop him.

[fan_of_red_dawn]

Itachi nodded in greeting, watching, arms crossed over his chest. He was quick to note the lack of feeling in his greeting, and even with eyes as poor as his, he caught that Sasuke had not met his eyes.

He walked over, his bare feet causing the floorboards beneath him to creak from his weight, making their last groan almost as if in relief as he sat on the bed next to his brother. The bed was no better, creaking under added weight, squeaking as he adjusted himself, one arm supporting his weight, his torso turned toward Sasuke.

"I would assume you have seen the other Sasuke?" I was more then likely, given Sasuke's post. How unsettling it must be to see a similar to one's own face on one of these things. His at least, were faces he was well accustomed to seeing in his subconscious mind.