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: VIOLENCE!
Special thanks to realityfling18 for reviewing... It's something very few of you seem to do!
At Gun Point Part 12
By Aster Uchiha
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Relaxing, Sasuke smirked as the attacking force realized how dangerous he was. They weren't as straightforward as before, but it still wasn't too hard for him to knock them down. The rhythm of the fight was taking him now, and Sasuke was beginning to enjoy the movement and accomplishment accompanying the challenge, while no longer paying much mind to the facts of what he was doing.
Without warning, a searing pain spread through his cheek, and a warm trail of blood made it's way down Sasuke's face. A bullet had grazed him. Suddenly, he was losing the game. Turning about himself, Sasuke shot down a few more uniformed enemies; their numbers were dwindling. One figure stood out from the rest. A person about his age with long dark hair streaming about his face and only partially pulled back into a bun met his furious gaze. Narrowed red eyes met the other boy's solemn stare.
They stood a moment, the battle taking place in their eyes. Itachi moved to the edge of the shadows to better watch the coming showdown. It promised to be more interesting than what had been taking place. The newcomer held himself with confidence, and it wasn't hard to see why. Even through his annoyance, Itachi smirked. Sasuke had a look of pure bloodlust. His little brother didn't like to be outdone or come in second. As soon as that bullet had stroked Sasuke's face, the slightly older boy's fate had been sealed.
Without warning, Sasuke opened fire; three shots, one after another. The boy jumped behind a piece of machinery and the last two shot ricocheted off it. Appearing on the other side of the metal monster, the boy fired two shots. One grazed Sasuke's shoulder and the other missed by inches. His opponent was fast and smart with his aim. Sasuke's temper flared more than before. He gave chase.
The two were winding through a maze of factory equipment. Swerving down another path suddenly, it seemed the mysterious boy was trying to escape Sasuke and come back around for him. But the young Uchiha had studied floor plans before they set out. He knew the terrain as well as his target. As the dark brunette dashed around, Sasuke took another path and cut him off. The boy stopped short as he swept into the middle of the aisle.
"Game over." Giving his opponent the full wrath of his scowl, Sasuke emptied the pistol's magazine into him. In seconds, he was down and barely recognizable. Grimacing, Itachi stepped out of the shadows.
"Was that really necessary?" Itachi shook his head. "Those bullets come out of my paycheck. You didn't need to waste so many- one would have done the trick."
Sasuke paused for a moment before meeting Itachi's gaze. His sharingan was still activated, and his hair shadowed his face in a frightening way. "He pissed me off… Kind of like you do." If he'd had more ammo, Sasuke would have opened fire then and there. But the moment had caught him unprepared, and he let it pass with nothing more than a threat.
Itachi sighed, but didn't break from Sasuke's stare. Slowly, he let his facial features relax and become blank. They held each other's eyes for a while longer. In the end, it was Sasuke who broke first. Turning away, he stalked out of the building, leaving it feeling empty and dark.
Looking back, Itachi noted what Sasuke had done to the boy. He was lying face down in his own blood, and Itachi was glad he wasn't on his back. It was truly gruesome, and violent in excess. 'He pissed me off… Kind of like you do.' Itachi bit his lip. He'd wanted Sasuke to become powerful when he left him bleeding in the street two years ago, not reckless and bloodthirsty. Looking at his brother now, he was beginning to dread and wonder more and more about what he had done to him.
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"You actually pulled it off?" Deidara shifted on his elbows in the window. Itachi looked past him, picturing Sasuke's gun and trying to find it in the stacks of weaponry behind the blonde. "Well?"
Itachi twitched slightly, coming back to reality. "Yeah." Gesturing to a clock on the wall, "Sunrise in about fifteen minutes…" He yawned.
Deidara raised an eyebrow. "Time for bed?"
"Not without you." The Uchiha smirked evilly. Even as tired as he was, he couldn't pass up a few jabs at his blonde friend.
"If I find you my room, I'll kick your ass." He stated, matter of factly. Itachi grinned and shook his head, making his way to the door. As he was reaching for the handle, he made a realization.
"Hey, Deidara…" He gave him a look of suspicious surprise.
"Hm?"
Itachi hesitated for a moment. "You… You're controlling your temper better."
The blonde smiled. "Yeah… I know." The grin faded then, and he became somber. Lowering his voice, he continued. "Sasori and I were discussing some things… Itachi, we'll be by your room later. The three of us need to talk."
He nodded. Without any further response, Itachi left. It was unsafe to say more at the moment. Who knew who was watching them? Not even Sasori knew the full extent of Uchiha-sama's surveillance system. Their shadowy leader trusted no one, least of all his own men. Their discussion would have to wait until a more opportune moment.
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Woah... So... The characters are changing a bit. Now it gets more intense. PlEaSe ReViEw