Summary:This is an Itachi death fic. It centers on the relationship between brothers, unkind truths and choices our values force us to make. It has humor, but in essence it is NOT a happy story. In the end, I hope to touch on what can be learned through death, pain, loss, and suffering. There are no pairings.
This is rated Teen for violence, language and moral content.
Warning: Sasuke shouldn't swear so much. XD lol
Special thanks to no one... Okay, maybe me for taking the freakin' time to write this. lol (Don't I get some love? C:)
At Gun Point Part 10
By Aster Uchiha
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Sasori made his way down the hall leisurely. Deidara was in charge of the weapons at the moment, and he was on break. He planned to spend some time sleeping in his bed, dead to the world for a little bit. Turning a corner, he was greeted by the sight of Hakumei's newest member. Both stopped, staring each other down.
The redhead started in on him, upset by having to deal with the younger Uchiha on his break. "Why aren't you in your room? You're not on a mission."
Sasuke shot him a look of complete venom. "Actually, I AM on a mission." His tone implied the phrase 'you arrogant dumbass.' Slightly embarrassed, but not about to be put down by a teenager, Sasori made to walk past him, but Sasuke blocked his path. "Wait," His tone softened and he became more resigned to his task. "Where is… he?" Sasuke skirted around using his brother's name.
"By 'he', I assume you mean 'Itachi,'" Sasori stood even with him, his temper beginning to flare. Sasuke nodded in confirmation. The redhead fought the urge to comment on the way he avoided Itachi's name, but thought better of it "He's in his room." Sasori turned to walk away.
Pausing for a second, Sasuke started to make his way to Itachi's room, at least until he realized he didn't know where it was. "Sasori," he called back after the receding silhouette. The redhead stopped, spinning around fully in order to grace Sasuke with the nastiest of glares he'd received in a long time. The Uchiha paused for moment, trying to swallow his pride. "Where… I don't where his room is."
"Itachi's room?" Sasori reiterated, still annoyed.
"Yes."
Sasori clenched his fists. "Can you not say his name? Dammit. It's hellishly irritating to listen to dance around your brother's name! Just spit it out from now on." Sasuke scowled, but didn't argue. The redhead's anger started to fade, and dread replaced it. 'What kind of mission have they been sent on?' "Follow me." At a wave of Sasori's hand, Sasuke made his way down after dreary hall.
After walking for a while, Sasori brought them to halt. They were in a hall that was completely doorless. Sasuke's head spun. 'This place is like a fucking puzzle…' Reaching into his pocket, the elder gave him a commanding look. "Put this on." Sasori handed him a blind fold.
Snatching it, Sasuke let his outrage show. "Why the hell do I have to wear this?!"
He was going to continue, but Sasori broke in. "Put it on NOW. Otherwise, you don't get to Itachi, the mission doesn't get done, and then YOU pay the price." Cutting the stream of words suddenly, he motioned toward the silken band of cloth in Sasuke's hands. 'It's like initiation all over again…' he thought.
"Whatever…" He muttered, tying the blindfold behind his head. 'Damn Hakumei… It's nothing like I thought it would be… Itachi should be dead already, not working with me.'
As soon as Sasuke could no longer see, Sasori placed a hand on his shoulder and began to lead him towards their destination. The Uchiha was tempted to slip his shoulder from the other's grasp, but decided better of it. He didn't like having the redhead so close to him, and it was a constant irritation as they walked. Sasori didn't seem to enjoy the interaction either, but was above letting Sasuke know.
As a way to soothe his own temper, Sasuke focused on the quiet click of their footsteps. In his boredom, he found himself counting their paces and memorizing right and left turns. It slowly grew into a steady rhythm as he counted mentally. The distraction was working, and he could almost ignore Sasori beside him. Just before he could completely darken his mind, they came to a halt.
In one smooth motion, Sasori slipped the blindfold off Sasuke, just in time for him to see Itachi slip out of a nearby door. Sasuke did a double take of the hall. It was horroribly familiar to him. Before he could place it, Itachi was standing in front of him, looking tired and expectant.
"This is rather sudden…" Itachi eyed Sasuke and gave Sasori a wary look.
The younger Uchiha became more attentive. "So is this." He held out the slip of paper. The muted astonishment on Itachi's face told him that his elder brother recognized what he had been handed. As Itachi unfolded it, Sasuke added, "Pein wanted it done by sunrise,"
Sasori became tense as Itachi stiffened. The two exchanged looks that Sasuke couldn't decipher. "Sasori…" Itachi held the paper gingerly. "Have you looked at this?"
"No…" The redhead was quiet when he was passed the mission slip. Shock wiped away any other expression. He turned to Sasuke, giving him a disbelieving look. "By sunrise, you said?"
A nod was the curt reply.
"I can't believe this…" Itachi sounded angry now. "Why does he want this facility taken out? They've never stepped out of line, and have only been an asset…" Sasori frowned sympathetically. "Something NEEDS to be done about this…" In undertone he added, "About Uchiha-sama…"
"I know." The redhead made a barely notable gesture towards Sasuke. "We can discuss this later."
Itachi blinked, as if coming to his senses. "Yes, later. The mission needs to get done now… Sasori, would you mind equipping us?"
"Follow me." Both Uchihas stepped after the redhead's lead, each dreading the coming mission for their own reasons.
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