Don't ask where this came from, I just wrote it to pass the time at work. I'm still attempting to unblock myself properly. As you can tell, I'm obsessed with the dead ones and their stories.
Fucking Kishimoto.
Disclaimer: Nothing.
-Unremorseful-
Itachi lost to Sasuke.
No, he forfeited – he was not overcome, he succumbed; selflessly, he gave it all away.
Sasuke could handle it now.
But Kisame could not.
His first reaction was solemn. His eyes darkened. His lips were etched into a thin, solid line.
He was emotionless but dying.
A grin eventually surfaced – it appeared to be sadistic, jagged, and ridiculously absurd, but it still spoke, ''I'd have loved to have seen it happen.''
How could you? He wanted to ask, but the laughter, oh Itachi, how could you? – it would instead suffice.
Another unmarked grave was hollowed of its secrets, while yet another promise is only fulfilled by the destruction of another.
He would never conquer the world but he would forever dominate of his brother's and Kisame's.
Kisame never saw the corpse, but he knew that even battered, and bloodied, it would be beautiful.
Everything, of course, had to change. He guarded his own back now. There were no more conversations, only memories.
Even they, however, felt dead.
There was no coherency during that moment. It was an announcement.
Itachi is dead.
Facts, comments, the truth – they were all cold. Had the warmth of life vacated already? So soon?
Only the night before had Itachi asked of him a favor, the first, and last.
''Have sex with me, Hoshigaki, Kisame.''
That heat was still fiery, burning, and painful.
He would have to wait for it to burn out as well, into the recesses of his mind.
Had Itachi won, then?
Kisame believed so.
It all worked out for the unremorseful.
-EndE-
I was somewhat inspired by a thread I saw, discussing how Kisame would react to the news of Itachi's death.
So, overall, that was choppy and uneventful. I sorta like it. Right?