He lies there in the cold light, his heart pierced by the many rays of light, blinding his ruined eyes and holding him captive, and yet again, he cannot decide for himself what to do, the world dictates what lies for him on the path of light.
Because he's fallen off the path of light, fallen into the world of the dead.
It's cold and bright, and he knows that somewhere, in the world of the living, his brother, Sasuke is drowning in a sea of coarse black fabric and the ever-present red clouds, that haunt him even now.
He is unable to assist as would have liked, and yet he knows he knew that Sasuke would chose this path, having deluded himself that Sasuke would have chosen the path of goodness, of righteousness. Considering the cracks of his brothers soul, he should have known better.
The cold white watery light blinds him with mottled colour, and he falls into a restless sleep.
When he wakes up the images;
"Brother, take me training?"
"How did you get so good?"
"I'm gonna be just like you Big brother!"
"Why don't you want to train with me?"
Make a meaningless jumble in his confused head, and unbeknown to himself, he's forgotten his only brother, and has unconsciously thrown his memory away, like a broken doll that serves no purpose.
When he sees the images of a sour faced man, and a cherub cheeked child, he knows he knows both, but he cannot create the connection, his brain cannot pierce the two together, what guilt would he feel if he knew he implemented this awful change of persona?
Then he has the idea of a family though he is unsure. Perhaps there was another child? Surely he had a mother, and a father? Everyone has a mother and father, and surely he too had parents? He worries, perhaps he was an orphan, but the idea that a family remains, perhaps even a clan. All he can see are the lines of red and black string intertwining to form eyes, and the treacherously falling apart.
Was he blind? Is he blind now?
What about romance? Was there a girl he ever liked?
Was there a boy he ever liked?
He concentrates against the dead acid wearing away his brain, and finds the covered face of a masked man. But foolishly he takes a dislike instantly, and throws the memory away, foolishly, as however he tries to remember the old man covering his wrinkled face.
Weak.
He can't remember, and begins to doubt himself, wondering if his malfunctioning mind is playing tricks, and how long it would be until he became insane.
Then he tries to move, and finds himself without body.
How strangely odd, to find yourself without body, and he finds himself strangely calm. It feels good to not have hands to be covered in a thick coating of blood, or the dirty feeling of mud and grime under his fingernails.
He feels calm and horrified. He can sense his gone life, the constant conflict, the mask of grit and tears covering a face that would surely betray him.
He felt constricted and trapped, like an animal in a corner, forced.
He wanted to forget himself. He wanted to give up.
He couldn't remember his own face anymore.
Slowly the white white light became a soft gentle caress. And the coldness melted into a warmth. New smells hit his nose.
Slowly, Uchiha Itachi opened eyes that had never seen true light. He slowly blinked, reborn in the sweet teasing light of day.
*Note from Clue*
An odd moment for me. I just had an odd thought about Itachi slowly forgetting and being "reborn". Hrm, Should I be worried?
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