Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
Takes place during the end of Deidara's fight with Sasuke. Also, during my emo phase of 2007. I apologize..
(Edited: 6/28/10)
Ashes
Black on black doesn't show up.
Itachi stared blankly out of the dark window, his shadowy hair and eyes fading into the depths of the black glass- merging until it was impossible to tell the difference between flesh and blood and the darkness of the night. His features were made visible for a fleeting moment as the inky sky lit up briefly-the colors of Deidara's brightest and final explosion streaked across the heavens. Even miles and miles in the distance, it was still clearly visible. The blaring noise faded away into an almost saddened silence.
So, maybe you have become stronger, otouto, but driving people to suicide is not the same as being able to kill.
Anticipating what was coming, Itachi opened the window silently as the wind slowly picked up.
It would not have even registered in Itachi's mind that Deidara had ceased to exist had he not been musing on his brother. What struck him most about both of them were the differences in how they asked the same question:
"Why?"
Sasuke had been furious to the point that he couldn't think straight; demanding and irrational, like a child. A child that Itachi was not about to deal with. Sasuke was too weak, too naive to understand. He never got an answer.
Deidara had been in one of his egotistical moods, and had strutted right up to Itachi; demanding and irrational, like a madman. A madman Itachi could identify with. Deidara was incapable of understanding anything but his art, so he forced the Uchiha Massacre into the one filter that he was able to comprehend. He had the right answer, if for the wrong reasons.
Deidara, admittedly, understood more than you ever have, Sasuke, but I haven't given up on you yet.
The trees outside sighed as ashes came floating through the open window; dancing solemnly on the wind. They swirled around Itachi, until finally coming to rest on the polished mahogany of the floor.
That is what it will take, Sasuke, eventually the ashes of your life will pile up on you, dragging you down, suffocating you, until you fade away. It will be then that you will finally realize what Deidara knew; What I realized so long ago.
In this life, we are submersed in death, floating half-concious in an endless sea. Who can help you? The blackened trees wither, and the faces of the dead leer.
Let me ask you this, do the dead stand out among the ranks of the dead?
Itachi peered into the the window, submerging himself once again in the abyss of his eyes.
Black on Black doesn't show up.
Deidara knew that, you have yet to figure it out.
Itachi activated his Sharingan, and the crimson suddenly shone in the icy depths.
Power is that escape from the dark monotony of existence. It is how you rise above.
A puddle of blood on the mahogany floor, red clouds on black silk.
He walked out of the room; feet waltzing carelessly over the ashes.
But what you both failed to realize is, that to breach the sea of existence, you must first drown yourself in blood.
END