This is an old work (couple years... at least). I finally got around to (sort of) editing it.
Thoughts/talking to self in italics
Warm, flowing…
Cold, sticky…
Dry, flaking…
Hot water. Scrub it all off…still red.
Why won't it come off?
Hotter water, scrub it harder.
Why won't it come off?!
Scalding water and scrubbed till it's almost raw… Still red.
It's always red! Why won't it leave?
Loud voices echo off the stall's surrounding walls. Screaming and raging, so very angry at this betrayal. Crying and pleading for mercy they cannot be given. Vision blurs and the stall disappears. Mangled bodies reach out for those they tried to save. Faces twisted in disbelief have eyes that stare accusingly as weeping wounds pour out their lives.
It's too much, too loud! Why won't you stop? I had my orders. It was just another mission. Just another mission...
A glint of steel.
Forgive me.
More red
The same as theirs…
Sounds become muffled. Vision fades and darkness encroaches.
Hmm…black… at least there's no more red.
Yes, I know the sentences are short and choppy, they're supposed to be. Itachi's not really up to his usual genius standards of thought – he's breaking as the situation hits him. (brother hates him, exiled, hunted…) This can be before he reached Akatsuki in some no name place or you can say he's at their base and Kisame found him before he bled out and so canon story continues.
And Feathers? No complaining about length you know I suck at writing anything other than my class essays…