Characters: Itachi, Sasuke
Summary: Itachi sets traps.
Pairings: None
Author's Note: Okay, really, really short drabble. Don't complain about the length.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
Sasuke's laughter is bright like sunlight sparkling on water. Itachi comes so close to it that it blinds him for a moment and even afterwards there are stars exploding in front of his eyes. He feels dizzy.
His stomach clenches.
Black eyes turn into pools that draw him near with promises of drink for his screaming throat and oblivion for his screaming mind. They say they know that his hands will be stained with blood, and Itachi checks them to make sure they don't have blood already.
Eight-year-old Sasuke smiles up at him, tugging his hand and wanting to play.
Memories bloom around them, flowers giving off scents that fog the mind.
Itachi sets traps for memories, wanting to cage them, keep them, look at them, remember.
They won't be here again.
They'll be all he has.