and we'll not fail.
Dammit, Itachi, you are not my Lady Macbeth. /cracky conversation fic/
Warnings: Ah…conversation fic written far too late in the night, swearing, Macbeth, somewhat of a onesided ItaSasu…^^;
…Mira, have a dedication. I don't think I want to claim this. XD
Set, um, when Sasuke's seventeen. And Itachi isn't, you know, dead.
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"Sasuke! My hands are of your color, but I shame to wear a heart so white!"
"Dammit, Itachi! We've been going over this for ten fucking years! You killed our family! Our mother! You don't have a white heart!"
"Here's the smell of the blood still, all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand."
"Fuck no, they won't. You know how many gallons of blood can come gushing out of an entire clan?"
"Sasuke, darling -"
"No."
"But, darling!"
"Not your darling. Your death on feet."
"Fine. But I told you this ten years ago - the raven himself is hoarse, that croaks the fatal entrance of the Uchiha, and -"
"Itachi."
"Yes?"
"You realize that we're not married, right?"
"What?"
"Nevermind. Go on with your tirade. I'll just be sharpening my katana."
"…you still have nightmares?"
"What?!"
"It's a simple question - do you still -"
"No, I mean…that's it? You just…snapped out of Macbeth-mode that easily?"
"Little brother, what the hell are you talking about? Pardon my Sunese."
"Wh - you - ugh. No."
"Liar."
"Fine! Maybe sometimes, but - ugh! Why won't this goddamn katana sparkle? I can't wreak my vengeance with a…with a…"
"Out, out, damned spot?"
"Yeah, those are pretty much my sentiments - oh, fuck."
"The sleeping and the dead are but as pictures: 'tis the eye of childhood that fears a painted devil. You shouldn't still be having nightmares. You're what, seventeen?"
"…did you just call me a child?"
"Sasuke. Answer my question."
"Yes, I'm seventeen, but -"
"And you still aren't king?!"
"What does that have to do with -"
"You killed Jiraiya, right?"
"What? No! That was - wait, what does Jiraiya have to do with anything?"
"And his son, Naruto?!"
"Naruto isn't Jiraiya's son! …is he? And wait. No, no, no! We've been over this. I won't kill Naruto because I won't stoop to -"
"- my methods of gaining power. Whatever. Then send somebody else to do it, you pansy. Sakura, Ino, and Hinata clearly stated that Jiraiya's children would be king! You must kill Naruto, and any other illegitimate brats Jiraiya's got running around!"
"Dude. You haven't seen Ino and Hinata since they were, like, six. You think my katana's clean enough now?"
"No. There's still a spot. Who would have thought the old man to have so much blood in him?"
"Okay, one, I don't see a spot. Two, I haven't killed any old men - you killed mine."
"Haven't you gotten over that yet? I mean, he didn't even like you."
"Hey!"
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And we'll end it there, because there's nowhere for this to go.
All quotes from "Macbeth" by, of course, Shakespeare.