Of miscalculations, love and other mistakes
:GUILT:
Madara stops dead in his tracks as he hears his request and stares at him. At least, he believes Madara stares at him because of that ridiculous mask he's wearing and his eye sight is too messed up anyway to make out the expressions of people.
"So you now changed your opinion. Why the sudden change of heart?" he is asked. 'I would like to know that too' he almost says but he can stop himself in time, no he can't say that, he has to appear like he is still in control of his thoughts and he has to remind himself that he already knows why his plan were changed. So he replies "As long as I'm blind, my powers are more or less worthless" and he smirks on the inside because he likes how convinced he sounds and how every time he says this out loud, Guilt is suppressed a little more.
The older one remains rooted to the spot and doesn't seem to react to the words. Silence believes it to be a good moment to make an appearance now, it jumps on the opportunity and creeps into the room and fills it out, makes itself comfortable and settles between them and he envies it because he hasn't rested, much less slept in five days now.
"Alright, I'll go prepare the transplantation" Madara finally announces and the next second he is gone. The person left behind blinks in confusion, briefly wondering how this was possible and scolds himself the next second for not remembering that the old man does that quite often, simply disappearing.
Left to his own devices, his thoughts start to wander, to run in circles and to jump from topic to topic in the mess that he calls his mind and they won't stop doing so. They focus this time on the now upcoming, now inevitable event that fills him with a wonderful, disgusting, confusing mix of emotions. Need For Revenge and Love (blinded by Pain and Sorrow and Anger and Hatred) teamed up against Guilt that is struggling to win the fight with the seemingly stronger enemy. A blurry-at-the-edges picture of Itachi forms in his head thanks to Guilt and it hits him with full force. And Guilt is strong and upset and desperate which is not good for him and the headache intensifies.
Stealing (saying he only lends them would be completely ridiculous and Uchiha are not ridiculous) his brother's eyes is a crime, a sick and twisted and dishonorable at that. It feeds the conflict between Revenge, Love and Guilt. Itachi wanted peace and love (does that make him a hippie?) and now his younger brother will show him through his eyes how the village he LOVED SO MUCH will burn down and leave only ashes behind; ashes to repay for the horrible things they did to him, to correct the injustice. Because everything is their fault, their fault, the team Love-Revenge-Pain-Sorrow-Anger-Hatred reminds him and his eyes narrow. Yes, he needs to burn it down and he can't spare a single soul. He needs his brother's eyes for that; his brother has always been the one who made him stronger, always the one who helped him, the small weak plant, grow.
Guilt finally gives up and lets it rest for now. He knows, it only sleeps and will return because there is a certain topic that is delicate and Guilt loves to make him feel bad, ignoring that it doesn't stand a chance against L-R-P-S-A-H.
He can't blame the feeling for it; it only does what it's supposed to do, but he wishes he could erase it like the life of a hated person. And now it rests, and saves its strength and viciousness for later.
With heavy limbs and a splitting headache and a mess in his head, he drags his body down the corridor and opens the door with slow, sluggish movements. Madara will call for him soon and then he'll be able to see properly again. No one will ever know the real price he had to pay for it.
The result of listening to too much Nirvana. How did that spawn this little side project? Hard to explain. Maybe in later chapters. Well, aynway, I plan for this to have...three chapters, all three quite short. So about the length of this one, or a little longer. We'll see.
Argh, it's hard to write like that, but I will try to keep it like that, if you don't tell me that it's too exhausting to read.
This was Megaphone. Kills. You. and please, stay tuned for the next chapter :) Maybe you could even leave a review? Who knows...