Fic: Heaven has no Rage
Author: MoJo JessJo
Warnings: Uchiha family relations.
Disclaimer: I do not own them. Never will own them. I'm going to go cry now.
Notes: This does not quite follow Kishimoto's version of events no matter how much I wanted them to. Oh, well. I like this version of events even if my Itachi might be a little crazier then even canon Itachi.
Word Count: 548
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Red. All he saw was red.
The deep, rich tone of his mother's blood as it ran down his brother's blade to mingle with the slightly darker puddle that was their father's. The unique red of his brother's eyes as they flashed dangerously, reflecting his actions as the blade once more was drove deep into their mother's body. Sasuke's mother didn't make a sound; she was long dead.
Such a pretty color, he thought, his young mind not able to fully grasp the morbid scene in front of him.
"Sasuke, where have you been," asked Itachi, not glancing up from his meticulous cleaning of his weapon on their mother's once immaculate shirt. Mother would have been angry to see such a mess if she had still been alive, thought the child.
"You are late," continued the eldest, glancing up from his finished task, sheathing the spotless sword.
Sasuke shook his head, unable to speak, unwilling to speak.
His brother's sticky hand touched his chin, forcing his head up to meet those red eyes. Pretty eyes he had once thought. He had wanted pretty eyes like those, instead of his normal and boring black.
Pretty eyes he still thought.
Now he was afraid of those pretty eyes.
Mockingly Itachi said, "What's wrong, little brother? Cat got your tongue?"
Black eyes, dull with shock, skittered away from his brother's red - blood was red, blood like mother and father's - eyes, not settling on anything, shifting continuously from place to place. "So quiet, Itachi. Why did you make it so quiet?"
The eldest patted Sasuke on his head, his bloody hands leaving a mess. "Because I could. They were weak."
"It's too quiet," said Sasuke, not listening to his brother. There were other things that he was listening to. The absence of his mother's low humming while she was cooking. It was dinner time. His father's deep murmurs as he talked to his mother after coming home were missing. He didn't like this at all.
"Sasuke."
"I don't like the quiet, Itachi. I never have liked the quiet!"
"Sasuke."
"Make it not so quiet!"
Itachi's black gloved hand connected sharply with his brother's pale skin, painting it with their mother's blood. "You're going to listen to me and do exactly what I say, little brother." His voice was smooth and warm, a caress against his young brother's fractured nerves.
"I want you to grow stronger. I want you to be what they could not, someone with the potential to surpass me. And finally, the most important thing I can tell you dear Sasuke, hate me. Hate me with all your love. Use that hatred to grow strong and to find me when you think you have the strength enough to kill me. I will be waiting for you, little brother."
His leather clad knuckles caressed Sasuke's baby soft cheek, the black stark against the white skin. "Now I want you to remember this day. Use it to fuel that hatred I know you have inside of you. I've betrayed your love, massacred our family, and left you alone in the quiet that you loathe, all so you will become worthy of the strength that I know flows in your veins. Aren't I good brother, Sasuke?"
Tears were Sasuke's only answer.
Fin.
Author: MoJo JessJo
Warnings: Uchiha family relations.
Disclaimer: I do not own them. Never will own them. I'm going to go cry now.
Notes: This does not quite follow Kishimoto's version of events no matter how much I wanted them to. Oh, well. I like this version of events even if my Itachi might be a little crazier then even canon Itachi.
Word Count: 548
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Red. All he saw was red.
The deep, rich tone of his mother's blood as it ran down his brother's blade to mingle with the slightly darker puddle that was their father's. The unique red of his brother's eyes as they flashed dangerously, reflecting his actions as the blade once more was drove deep into their mother's body. Sasuke's mother didn't make a sound; she was long dead.
Such a pretty color, he thought, his young mind not able to fully grasp the morbid scene in front of him.
"Sasuke, where have you been," asked Itachi, not glancing up from his meticulous cleaning of his weapon on their mother's once immaculate shirt. Mother would have been angry to see such a mess if she had still been alive, thought the child.
"You are late," continued the eldest, glancing up from his finished task, sheathing the spotless sword.
Sasuke shook his head, unable to speak, unwilling to speak.
His brother's sticky hand touched his chin, forcing his head up to meet those red eyes. Pretty eyes he had once thought. He had wanted pretty eyes like those, instead of his normal and boring black.
Pretty eyes he still thought.
Now he was afraid of those pretty eyes.
Mockingly Itachi said, "What's wrong, little brother? Cat got your tongue?"
Black eyes, dull with shock, skittered away from his brother's red - blood was red, blood like mother and father's - eyes, not settling on anything, shifting continuously from place to place. "So quiet, Itachi. Why did you make it so quiet?"
The eldest patted Sasuke on his head, his bloody hands leaving a mess. "Because I could. They were weak."
"It's too quiet," said Sasuke, not listening to his brother. There were other things that he was listening to. The absence of his mother's low humming while she was cooking. It was dinner time. His father's deep murmurs as he talked to his mother after coming home were missing. He didn't like this at all.
"Sasuke."
"I don't like the quiet, Itachi. I never have liked the quiet!"
"Sasuke."
"Make it not so quiet!"
Itachi's black gloved hand connected sharply with his brother's pale skin, painting it with their mother's blood. "You're going to listen to me and do exactly what I say, little brother." His voice was smooth and warm, a caress against his young brother's fractured nerves.
"I want you to grow stronger. I want you to be what they could not, someone with the potential to surpass me. And finally, the most important thing I can tell you dear Sasuke, hate me. Hate me with all your love. Use that hatred to grow strong and to find me when you think you have the strength enough to kill me. I will be waiting for you, little brother."
His leather clad knuckles caressed Sasuke's baby soft cheek, the black stark against the white skin. "Now I want you to remember this day. Use it to fuel that hatred I know you have inside of you. I've betrayed your love, massacred our family, and left you alone in the quiet that you loathe, all so you will become worthy of the strength that I know flows in your veins. Aren't I good brother, Sasuke?"
Tears were Sasuke's only answer.
Fin.