The Aftermath:
The stark full moon illuminated the frigidly silent streets of a secluded compound, splatters of blood crimson sparkling over each and every surface in a malevolently morbid decoration.
A wail broke the deathly mute night, a thump of flesh as a body slumped to the land of the dreaming, opposite the fallen prone form stood a trembling teen. Not a sprinkle of blood dashing his pristine uniform, his proud headband gleaming in praise.
Tears skimmed over the teen's high cheeks, the bladed crimson in elegant eyes receding to three obsidian tomoes. His gaunt fingers clenched, ruby red blood spilling over the knob of his fingers as he leapt high upon a hauntingly silent rooftop, scurrying into the shadows like the vermin he was and escaping into a thick forest surrounding his beloved village.
Tears gushed from his crimson eyes unwillingly, blinding his praised vision; his foot met a protruding branch and sent him spiraling towards the ground to jar heavily upon the thorny twigs and gravel.
Stunned, the thirteen year old lay fetal, his spiny hands trembling and his angular jaw ajar in unspoken horror, beats barraged loudly against a hollow chest as raspy pants echoed hollowly, speeding as all his action became apparent.
He had truly murdered his whole clan.
A sob tore his throat; he crumpled his eyes tightly the tears already blurring his sight of the abandoned forest floor. His shoulders jittered in his pain, bubbling bile spit from his lips as he choked.
The crunch of pitiful branches underneath another's foot alerted him to an ominous presence, a crude chuckle loud in his ears. "And you were so willing to place duty before your family…" The words echoed in Itachi Uchiha's ears, his mournful coal eyes swiftly hardening to crimson, with a trifling amount of excess power he stumbled to his feet and took a wavering step towards the village. "Going to finish the job?"
The melancholy figure questioned, his form hidden in the shadows of the darkness. "I c-can't leave him like this…" Came the beggarly reply as tight fingers clenched over his emaciated wrist.
"You are not thinking clearly." The malice voice accused sharply as crimson eyes searched the haunted forest but all was eerily silent. He half heartedly fought the cold hand clamped upon his wrist exhausted mutterings of his beloved younger brother trickling from his pale lips.
"Foolish boy…" Was the only thing he heard as darkness closed over his vision, the back of his neck aching but the blow was insignificant alongside his sunken gut and crippled heart.
A/N: yeah, another one! Whoot whoot! It's not really a story but I just wanted to write it y'know?
So, I was listening to the song field of tears alongside an AMV with Lily's pictures of Itachi (for those of you who don't know who she is, you are missing out type in google 'lily itachi' – highly important!) and the scenario just came to me.
I mean, come on, Itachi must have been pained and he did love Sasuke a lot so perhaps he had tried to return but was stopped? I don't know, I think it's probable.
Good old chocolate fudge cake in return of reviews! xD