Well, nothing much to say about this piece... I like it so far, and I'm hoping for more chapters so, read on, R&R please.
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Forbidden
Chapter I
He hated himself. He hated the fact that he couldn't kill his brother even after what he put him through. He hated how they were brothers, and how he couldn't conjure enough hate to kill him. He hated how he just couldn't kill off that shred of love that just wouldn't let go.
If only they weren't brothers. If it had been relatives, people he didn't know, or even his father. Why did it have to be him? The person that he admired and treasured more than anything in the world?
He walked on, the sun slowly setting behind him as night settled in yet he paid no heed to his surroundings, indifferent of the change of lighting, mind still lost in the thoughts of his brother.
He would kill him, that he was sure of. But what will become of him once Itachi was dead? He lived for Itachi. What would he do when the person he lived solely for no longer lived?
This, he realized, was what Itachi was aiming for: Nothing. Nothing at all, he expects Sasuke to kill him off, and then probably wander the streets with Konoha after him, not knowing where to go.
Sasuke lit a fire for camp; he'd been traveling for too long, trying to get away from Orochimaru. He thought about not lighting a fire incase Kabuto and them were still chasing him, but the night was too cold for his liking so he decided to chance it.
Alone in the woods, his thoughts drifted back to his brother, the happier times, back when he was little, when his brother was only his brother, not some murderer of his family. The fire was starting to fade, so was the heat. He wrapped his arms around himself, eyes closed and shuddering, imagining that the arms did not belong to him, that they belongs instead to his wonderful, older brother, like he used to keep him warm years back.
"Nii-san..." He whispered quietly, not wanting to break away from his dream, not wanting to wake up and have his world crashing down on him as he realizes that Itachi was no longer the beautiful brother that he'd remembered. Or, Itachi was still beautiful, more than ever. Sasuke imagines that they got their beauty from their mother, because their father was all less than handsome. Itachi wasn't his brother, he'd tell himself. He was just the shell of a brother that he used to know. But still, he still couldn't hate him.
Itachi watched his brother sleep silently. He was a tad disappointed about how Sasuke still couldn't sense him when he was this close. His eyes softened a bit when he heard him mutter his name.
"Still can't bring yourself to hate me, can you, Otouto?" He whispered.\
"Nii...Nii-san..."
He looked at the shivering bundle for another minute before coming to a decision. 'I'm going to regret this later...' Itachi thought as he draped his cloak around his little brother. Sasuke quickly stopped shivering at the newly found warmth, and pulled the cloak unconsciously around him, taking Itachi's arm in the process.
It was hard for him to stifle a gasp of surprise as he was pulled down almost on top of Sasuke. 'I'm going to be back at square one, there'd be no point in killing the clan if Sasuke found out that I...'
Itachi skillfully worked out of Sasuke's grasp before leaving, regretting, just a bit, for visiting his younger brother.
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There's chapter I! I'm not sure where this story is going, see, because I'm doing it off of the top of my head. A bit short, TT I know, but there's going to be more!
Hope you enjoy, and please review, they help me work out of writer's block faster.
Happy New Year.
-Saki