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paixaorpg2007-05-17 08:50 pm
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Character(s): Itachi, Sasuke, Naruto
Content: Reunion.
Setting: Porfavore's
Time: Mid-afternoon
Warnings: Possible violence, language.
Sasuke ignored the stares from the townspeople as he leaped from building to building, despite complaints from his aching body. His mind was far too engrossed in dissecting the conversation from the day before to take into account the dull pain that shot through his still-healing torso.
This was an irrational and a downright stupid maneuver, and Sasuke knew it. He was walking into the enemy's trap, with an injured body and a promise not to attack. But there was still that minuscule, hidden part of him that wanted to believe that there was another explanation for what had happened that night. And if Itachi really did have a reason? Would it warrant forgiveness?
Sasuke hissed aloud, his lips thinning into a firm line. No. What had happened was concrete: he had watched his parents die before him, impaled upon the cool line of Itachi's blade. He had been subject to the Mangekyou, forced to replay every moment of his family's death for hours. Itachi had taken some sort of sick, twisted pleasure from the death of their parents, and even the most ideal of justifications was not enough to wipe away that fact.
Itachi had been stupid enough to reveal his position. If what Haku and Zetsu had revealed about the nature of this city was true, Itachi didn't even have the Mangekyou yet.
This was an opportunity to kill Itachi, and that was all.
Content: Reunion.
Setting: Porfavore's
Time: Mid-afternoon
Warnings: Possible violence, language.
Sasuke ignored the stares from the townspeople as he leaped from building to building, despite complaints from his aching body. His mind was far too engrossed in dissecting the conversation from the day before to take into account the dull pain that shot through his still-healing torso.
This was an irrational and a downright stupid maneuver, and Sasuke knew it. He was walking into the enemy's trap, with an injured body and a promise not to attack. But there was still that minuscule, hidden part of him that wanted to believe that there was another explanation for what had happened that night. And if Itachi really did have a reason? Would it warrant forgiveness?
Sasuke hissed aloud, his lips thinning into a firm line. No. What had happened was concrete: he had watched his parents die before him, impaled upon the cool line of Itachi's blade. He had been subject to the Mangekyou, forced to replay every moment of his family's death for hours. Itachi had taken some sort of sick, twisted pleasure from the death of their parents, and even the most ideal of justifications was not enough to wipe away that fact.
Itachi had been stupid enough to reveal his position. If what Haku and Zetsu had revealed about the nature of this city was true, Itachi didn't even have the Mangekyou yet.
This was an opportunity to kill Itachi, and that was all.