The air was comfortably silent, except for the cries of a young shinobi somewhere deep in the Kazekage Tower as his sister beat him up. "KANKURO, WHERE THE HELL DID YOU HIDE MY BOOK?"
Pages emitted soft crumpling sounds as they turned over with friction. Narrowed eyes skimmed over the small print, the grimace deepening with irritation and laced with disgust.
With a sigh, Hinata flung the book down on the covers, pushing herself up in a sitting position with her elbows. The book closed with a thump, revealing a pink cover with bubbly hearts just waiting to burst through. This was ridiculous.
Hinata was not an expert on seduction and the flirting that came with it as she was with a sword. The young woman knew the proper definition of letting down one's guard, breaking the exterior wall and then invading, but that was more military terms. When she needed more insight, realization hit that in the real thing, it created many twitches.
Every single book contained the same concept, with sickly perky smiles, giggles, touching. Feelings. Running a hand through her dark locks, she picked up the book once again, randomly flipping through the stiff beige pages.
Chemistry. Electric sparks. What kind of feelings were these? Described in the context as wonderful urges. Butterflies? How the hell do insects get in your stomach? Certainly these flimsy girls were not part of the Aburame.
The corners of her mouth turned down as Hinata tried to figure out a way to carry out the code. She was incapable of throwing herself at the Kazekage, the few hours they had met he had already seen her personality. It would be way too suspicious with a sudden turn of mood. Besides, she would rather refrain from being a complete fool with the obsequious giggling. The Hokage gave her a mission as guard; it would certainly not make her act look very tough with high pitched squeals.
But, the touching, maybe she could get somewhere with that. The books said electric. How to transfer sparks through human flesh, to make the object of seduction feel aroused… Suddenly, the corners of her mouth lifted in a hidden smirk. The open book's pages fluttered as the door slammed, the inside cover reading Property of Sabaku no Temari.
Thank you, Temari-san.
Sasuke leaned back on his chair, flipping a strand of hair as he watched the Kazekage patiently working away through the ironically growing amount of paperwork. The click of a pen, the ruffle of papers, and the Uchiha's deep sighs filled the room. To put it bluntly, he was bored.
In a denied spout of jealousy for the relationship between Gaara and Hinata that seemed to be getting closer in the insane part of his genius mind, Sasuke had offered to take the first shift of guard. Besides, he tried to convince himself, Hinata had already retreated into her room.
The first hour, he tried to be a good guard, his Sharingan activating at the slightest noise. But after that, he gradually tired from his paranoia and resulted to staring at the redhead who was expertly ignoring him. It was not as if they were friends, barely even on speaking terms.
So, the Uchiha was surprised when the deep voice of the Kazekage broke through the pattern of sounds played in the room.
"Hinata-san and yourself displayed remarkable teamwork during the spar with my siblings," Gaara did not even look up from his work.
Sasuke nodded, but realised that it was not seen, and instead replied, "Hai. I had battled her before, so we are familiar with each other's styles."
A moment of silence passed as Gaara made another looping signature and sealed a letter before gazing up at his guard, rimmed eyes glazed, as if he knew something.
"Hinata-san, she is not an original resident of your village?" Sasuke raised an eyebrow at the question, where was this going?
"Iie, she recently came to our village, just a few months before."
Gaara's long fingers entwined as his hands clasped together, the pen he was using resting neatly on the paper in front of him. "Forgive me for asking," Sasuke could have snorted at that, the formality between them lingered with the fact they still detested each other, "But, do you trust her?"
Sasuke's bangs fell in front of his face, hiding the widening of his dark eyes in surprise. Taken aback by the question, he could only robotically answer, "She is my mission partner. I trust her in duty."
Gaara rested his chin on his clasped hands, leaning forward on his chair. "Trust is a very interesting thing; it can be easily formed, just as it can be easily broken down. The fools are often said to be the ones who fling trust everywhere they should not while the geniuses are the ones who are cautious. Yet, what happens to the shinobi who bounds the trust? The one that everyone trusts with their life ends up being the same person who neither trusts nor does not trust. Tread carefully, Uchiha, but not too slowly. It is only in the matter of time-"
Firm knocks cut the kage off, who had already returned to the deed before him. Sasuke could only blink at the sudden burst of philosophy. What did he mean? Who was he talking about? Why was he telling him this?
Was this some kind of warning?
The door swung open to reveal Hinata, who was pulling the hood of her cloak lower over her eyes. Her mouth was pressed together, as if she was determined about something.
Sasuke shook his head, his spiky hair lightly waving. He was thinking way too hard. Raising himself up from the chair, the Uchiha brushed passed his partner, with the sudden need to nap off all of these thoughts floating through his head.
Hinata started moving as soon as the door shut, leaving only the two powerful ninja alone in the room. She stepped in front of the chair Sasuke had been previously sitting on and bowed in greeting. Sharp eyes acknowledged her, motioning for her to take a seat.
Straightening up, she lightly sat herself down on the chair, folding her hands on her lap. With a blank face, she stared at the working Kazekage.
Feeling her piercing gaze, he lifted his eyes once more from his work and tilted his head in question. No answer. Shrugging, he half-heartedly asked, "Would you like to help me with this?" A smirk slipped onto his lips as his guard immediately pulled the chair closer to the desk.
Rummaging through a drawer, he drew out a pen and pushed a nearby stack of papers towards her.
As she reached for it, she purposely brushed her pale fingers against his, slowly drawing her hand back after taking the pen. Carefully placed chakra seeped into his skin, emitting an almost inaudible gasp from the Kazekage at the electrifying jolt.
She pretended not to notice as she clicked the pen and began reading the first sheet. From the safety of her hood, she watched as his fingers still quivered, hesitating, before picking up his own and resuming his work. A streak of pink flew across his features, disappearing just as quickly.
It had been a rather risky move. The vessel would be unable to notice the chakra, too caught up in the pleasuring jolt running through the length of his nerves. However, the demon might have been able to notice the foreign chakra entering the body. She made sure that the chakra was thin enough to be barely noticeable as it melded in with the pleasure points of the Kazekage. Now she would be able to control parts of his nerves subtly enough to be considered as simply unusual behavior or emotions. His emotions would be her puppets.
A few minutes after they went back to the paperwork, they both looked up. Hinata mentally smirked as the man before her blushed deeply, lowering his face that matched his hair.
More touches, brushes, and blushes later, Baki came into the room with a knock. He carried a plate of food that must have been Gaara's lunch. Hinata helped clear the desk by neatly pushing the papers into stacks at the sides, producing just enough room. She took care to lightly touch the Kazekage on the elbow by 'accident' as she sat back down.
As Baki left the room, she released the chakra on his nerves. It had lasted an effect long enough that she did not have to manipulate his feelings any longer. They would probably come naturally.
Performing her duty as a guard, she quickly did a check over the food for anything suspicious or poison. Once reassured it was safe, she nodded at the kage, who immediately dug in. As he ate, Hinata twirled the pen absentmindedly in her fingers, looking out the large window the spread on the extent of the wall behind his chair.
It had a splendid view of Suna, the dark brown buildings melding in with the rolling sandy panorama. Her keen eyes squinted as she spotted a particular short building, squished between two large ones. It had a low balcony and seemed to be normal. However, perched on top of the railing was a small black splotch? The splotch started moving.
It came closer to the window, zooming by in a flurry of dark feathers. As it made its way to the horizon, Hinata nodded at the message. The extraction of the demon would occur tonight. She had to act quickly; apparently their stay in Suna had been cut short.
The cloaked girl drew her attention away from the window when something was nudged at her bandaged arm. Looking down, she saw that Gaara was offering her some fruit. An idea came to her mind as she gracefully plucked a deep crimson cherry from the platter.
It was time to move on up from innocent flirting. Because of the short time, she decided to jump right to the true seduction. Copying something she had read from one of the earlier books, she lifted the cherry to her lips, tilting her head back to give a clear view of her mouth.
Knowing that she had the Kazekage's attention, she slightly opened her mouth, the tip of her tongue touching the skin of the cherry. Slowly, she traced it in small circles around it, making it glisten as it turned moist. As her tongue drew near the stem, Hinata opened her mouth a little wider, grasping her teeth around the fruit and plucking it off the stem.
She swiftly bit the plump cherry. Immediately the juice burst like a virus, coating her teeth in bright red. Her tongues made quick work, licking it clean off. But she didn't stop the juice that dribbled to her lip, precariously on the verge of going to her chin.
The pink of her tongue slowly dragged on her lower lip, following the trail of juice the cherry created. As it went to lick the corner of her mouth, a single dribble of fell.
Pretending not to notice, Hinata raised her hand, slowly licking her fingers. Suddenly, a larger hand wrapped around her wrist, pulling her forward.
On the other side of the desk, Gaara's beautiful eyes glittered with thirst as he kept his gaze on her lips. He leaned forward, his hand cupping her chin as he wiped off the juice with his thumb. His eyes rose to meet hers.
Gaara felt a growl in his throat, the powers of Shukaku trembling on the verge of awakening from his lust. She pulled away from him, the corners of her lips tugging upward.
"Want to see a trick, Kazekage-sama?" Was her voice that sultry a few minutes ago?
She placed the stem on her tongue and moved it around, twisting it in a series of fast movements. Finally, she took the stem out of her mouth, revealing a neat knot.
She looked up to see widened eyes, darkened and swimming with, was that, hunger? He leaned forward, placing a hand on her cheek, and she couldn't move, unable to look at anything but the lips coming closer and closer…
Slam!
A vase fell off the desk. Regaining himself, he sat down as she kneeled to pick up the pieces, but not without leaving a lingering gaze on her form. Hunger gnawed at his stomach despite the fact he just had lunch.
The corners of Hinata's mouth lifted invisibly under her cloak with satisfaction. The demon was ready for the extraction. She had won over his interest, making the luring part of the plan a whole lot easier.
Tonight.
"UCHIHA!! GET YOUR PRETTY ASS UP ALREADY!!"
Sasuke jumped awake, alarmed. The pounding cadence at his door hurt his sharp ears and he buried his head into the pillow with annoyance. A few seconds of more irritation, he brushed a hand through his hair and swung off the bed.
Grabbing hold of the knob, he opened the door to reveal a psychotic Kankuro murmuring a stream of curses under his break.
Rolling his onyx eyes, Sasuke leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms against his chest coolly. Raising his eyebrow, he interrupted the man with a steady, "Hn."
Kankuro slapped his hand on his forehead, smudging some of his face paint. "Because of you, we're going to be late!! Hurry the hell up!"
Sasuke didn't even bother changing, just shaking the wrinkles out of his shirt. Quietly, he followed Kankuro to the dining room.
The boy in front of him continued muttering and then stomped around, making Sasuke stumble back a little. "Okay, I need to warn you, the chef is sick today, which means…" Kankuro started twitching madly and spluttering.
"Which means?" Sasuke pressed, now curious.
"Temari is cooking," came the small reply. Sasuke gaped. The last time Temari tried to cook for him and Shikamaru, the kitchen cloth had been set on fire. They had to call a whole ANBU squad and a madly giggling Hokage to settle the fan wielder down.
Suddenly losing his appetite, Sasuke understood why Kankuro was so pissed. If he had to eat the girl's cooking only once, this guy actually lived with her! His bangs shadowing his expression, Sasuke stepped alongside Kankuro into the elaborate dining room, the table already set.
As soon as they had seated themselves in the cushioned high chairs, Temari walked in backwards carrying a two bowls of steaming soup. When she placed the bowl in front of him, Sasuke sniffed and realized it was asparagus with something black in it. Meanwhile, the fan wielder was sitting down after collecting the two sets of chopsticks from the other two seats.
As Sasuke looked at the liquid cautiously, he asked, "Kazekage-sama and Hinata-san aren't coming?"
Temari played with one of her four ponytails, shaking her head. "Apparently they are both busy at the moment." She let out a snicker.
Sasuke almost dropped the bowl. "Busy..?!" His voice suddenly came out raw.
The blonde laughed tremendously, clutching her stomach. "HAH. You should have seen your face?" Her blue eyes were glistening with tears. "Hehe, sorry. But I never knew an Uchiha to be jealous."
Sasuke sent a dark glare in her direction. "Tch. Jealous over what?"
She just shook her head, still smiling. "Nothing!" she sang.
Sasuke rolled his eyes and continued examining his soup, pushing it away when he saw the black thing move.
The siblings were arguing with each other, Kankuro still in his pissy attitude.
Sasuke interrupted, "So… what are they doing?"
Suddenly, a huge siren rang through the building, almost shaking the floor with the loudness. The trio looked up each other, and the panic wasn't because of the soup.
Hinata gazed up at the dark sky. It was time.
She fastened her cloak in place, tying her sword securely on her back. Making sure all of her belongings were with her, the young woman jumped out her window.
Landing gracefully on the ledge, she counted the windows, having checked which one belonged to the Kazekage earlier. Double checking, she swung up easily, landing on the sill. Quietly, she rapped her knuckles on the thin glass, drawing the attention of the man who lay in bed.
Gaara sat up, his forehead slightly creasing in confusion. Dressed only in form fitting black mesh, Hinata felt that familiar heat return, before brushing away. She couldn't afford these pathetic reactions.
The redhead swiftly walked towards the window, pulling it open. Hinata crouched and gave him a slightly strained grin, leaning over. She wrapped her hand around his neck, touching his soft, messy hair, and she brushed her lips against his cheek teasingly. Pulling away with lightening speed, she dropped backwards out the window and landed below, running out into the city.
Hinata stopped at a nearby building, looking back to see that Gaara was following her. She waved her hand, motioning for him, before continuing to run.
Stopping several times, she put him up to a good chase. They went through the evening city, past the gates, and into the desert. The sun was completely gone, leaving silhouettes of the dunes against the navy sky. Gaara ran after her, blindly, mesmerized. Poor kage.
Suddenly, Hinata started to emit dark chakra. She turned towards Gaara, who was only a few feet away, eyes widened as if he was some somnambulist. The dark chakra increased, gathering around her in a violet glow. Raising her arms, it started to stretch in all directions, bursts of light.
As soon as she lowered her arms, a circle of people had surrounded the two. The people were dressed in similar dark clothes, imprinted with red clouds. Hinata's own cloak started to change color from the pressure of chakra, matching the other shinobi. Had Gaara been in the right state of mind, he would have recognized them as the Akatsuki.
One tall, dark figure came behind Hinata and placed a pale hand on her shoulder. Obediently, she let herself be backed away from the closing circle.
Sasuke clenched his katana as he ran between Temari and Kankuro. His hair was frazzled and face pale. It was an attack.
Baki had run into the room just as the last of the siren was reverberating against the tan walls, explaining hurriedly in his deep, choked voice. He said that the guards had spotted the Akatsuki not too far in the distance. Apparently the Kazekage and Hinata had already run off to face them on their own.
Temari had immediately been the first one out of the building. She whispered to herself, but Sasuke could understand. The Akatsuki would kill Gaara, to extract his demon.
They had to hurry. The Kazekage was not supposed to leave the tower like that, he was endangering himself.
Uchiha could not help but be a little suspicious about how the couple had left even before the guards had spotted the criminal group. Hinata was supposed to tell him; after all, they were partners.
Why did he feel a little betrayed? If only Sasuke knew the whole truth.
He snapped out of his thoughts as they saw a glimmer of violet in the dark sand distance, and he increased his pace along with the siblings.
Maybe… the avenger could not push that last thought out of his head, maybe, Itachi would be there.
Chakra enhanced his sandaled feet, and he became a blur as he raced forward.
The Akatsuki members murmured in strange chant as each had their heavily sleeved palms outwards, dark chakra glowing in even amounts. One member, masked in orange, stepped forward and pouted as he looked at the Kazekage standing idly.
"He has to be in sane mind for any of this to work. Be good boys and let's snap 'em out of it." His voice was oddly high pitched, on the verge of girliness.
As the man stepped back into the circle, another moved forward. His skin was tinged with blue and his tiny eyes were lifeless. With an easy heave of a titanic bandaged blade, he pointed it at Gaara's cheek.
Little by little, chakra started to seep out and over into the sword. It only took a few seconds, and suddenly, Gaara awoke with a start, looking around him with regained lively eyes.
His face showed no sign of surprise, simply expectation. A huge wave of sand appeared around him before the chakra light from each of the members jetted out, forming a cage. Gaara attempted to break through, pushing his sand outwards, only to find it bouncing back.
The members closed in, chanting filling his head. It fought with Shukaku's voice, horrid and deep. Gaara sank to his knees, clenching his head and screaming out with pain. The world was spinning, deep and gray. Pain erupted from every pore in his skin as the demon was awakened.
The Kazekage struggled with himself and the hurt he was causing himself. An invisible enemy inside his body.
"No…" He whimpered, crouching down so low that his flaming hair touched the sand.
"NO…" His deep voice cracked, melding with a tint of demonic.
"N-!!" He couldn't finish, the pain wrenching through him. His hand turned claw, his body became hardened sand. The human was crawling away, seeping away, draining…
Gaara's dark rimmed eyes closed, tears streaming down his face as his jaw clenched in an inhuman growl.
He knew he should not have trusted Hinata, he knew, even trying to warn Sasuke. But she was his way out… the way out for the demon from his body. If he died, at least he would die as a person. If he did not, at least people would cease to see himself as a monster.
He wanted to stop being the vessel, the weapon for the council. It was about time that the blade shattered.
Consciousness slipped, and he let out a blood-curling scream, a scream joined just as loud by Shukaku. Crumpling like a paper doll, the world was sucked into an abyss.
Hinata was pulled forward as she ran besides her master a good deal of distance away from the group. When it was just a speckle of violet, he stopped, grabbing her arm and almost knocking her off her feet.
Itachi turned to her, his eyes bleeding crimson. She bowed low, muttering, "Sensei."
The older Uchiha once again wrapped his spidery fingers in that familiar way under her chin, forcing her to look up at him. He once again dragged her hood down, wanting to see his reflection in those pale eyes. The eyes that had forever kept her bound to the Hyuga. To Konoha.
Just like him.
He lowered his face to hers, watching her stiffen as his hot breath kissed her skin. She was the perfect weapon. Hollow. Emotionless. Obedient.
"You completed your task," he whispered, his lips brushing her ear. He didn't compliment her, didn't scold her, just stated, as plainly as if they were discussing the weather.
"Hinata." His voice wrapped the name around in dark, dimming the sun. He grasped her shoulders firmly, straightening up and looking down at her, brimming with seriousness.
He was her master, he always was. She obeyed him even more deeply than Leader-sama. She was bound to him. She was in debted to him.
Because he was the one who rescued her from the cage called a clan. He was her savior.
Scooping her up, he walked to the window, silently opening it. Only did he pause to scratch the cloud symbol beside the bed, and he jumped out, his black cloak with red clouds billowing behind him. (Prologue Part I)
She was a fine warrior. A fine weapon. His thumb brushed her cheek, the hardened skin. The clay figure, finally perfected after eleven years of glazing.
"Hinata," the name rolled off his tongue silkily, "your task has been completed. But now, the greater mission remains. To rid our village, to rid Konoha."
Our village. Together.
"I have been along with you up to this point. You are my student, even if you were taught by others. You are their weapon. You are my weapon." Itachi looked past into the distance, the violet light was slightly dimming.
Mine.
"My eyes, the Mangekyou Sharingan, the sacred bloodline of the Uchiha Clan. I am slowly becoming blind from this immense power I possess; my time is coming to an end." He let out a deep sigh, looking at the girl's still stony face.
He whispered, "I am going to die soon."
She only nodded, the fact could be acknowledged. Her master needed no pity, there was no shame in dying. In this case, he did not die because he was too weak. He was strong enough to accept the fact. Her respect for him flared in her chest.
"Uchiha Sasuke. My brother. Your partner. He also possesses the Sharingan. However, the fool shinobi is too weak to gain my power." Hinata could not help but shift slightly, when her sensei had said Uchiha's name, it had some kind of affection in it.
Affection was for the weak. Weak was not allowed.
"However, he will kill me. I will allow him to kill me. Tonight." Hinata's eyes narrowed, even if her sensei was blind, she did not think that her partner was strong enough to even lay a hand on him.
Itachi wore a frown, looking at her, but seeming to look through her. "This bloodline limit must not die with me. The Akatsuki still want it, they still need it."
They? Sensei is acting as if he is not part of our Akatsuki.
"By Leader-sama's orders and my wishes, you must take the bloodline limit. I do not know how it will merge with the Byukugan, but theories back at the lab show that it will enhance in power, creating a new eye power. Stronger, even."
Hinata bit her lip, letting her bangs fall in front of her face to hide the perplexed expression. How were they going to…?
"How is the Sharingan even going to bless the Byukugan? For eleven years we have been researching on the method to carry out such a phenomenon," Hinata realized that she was in the Akatsuki for this very reason. This very moment had been planned the specified minute Itachi took her away from the Hyuga.
"We have discovered that the essence of the Sharingan can be transferred. Just as it had been transferred from child to child. From reproduction." Itachi's gaze hardened, coming back from the half gaze he wore before. "However, instead of a child, chakra will be applied. Enough chakra to carry the essence of my bloodline limit to merge with yours."
He did not ask her if it was okay to carry out the act, because he did not have to. She was the Akatsuki's most powerful weapon, soon to become even more powerful. She would bend willingly to any of their orders. It was not as if she was an ordinary kunochi who could accept and reject a mission at will because all she would lose would be money.
No, the Akatsuki was her life. Without the organization revolving around her, she would turn back into the porcelain Hyuga doll.
And so, Itachi crushed his lips to hers, roughly pushing her down on the desert ground. One of his hands grasped her small neck while the other went to her back, drawing down the zipper of her suit.
Sasuke jolted forward with a burst of tremendous blue chakra, catching Gaara before he could fall. Slowly and gently, he lowered the man to the ground, checking the wrist and finding a weak, but still existing, pulse.
Looking around, he noticed that the circle had broken up.
Temari was a blur of gold and sand as she fought viciously with the bright haired Akatsuki that he recognized as Sasori the puppet master.
Kankuro was holding off two men with his puppet fighting at his side. One looked similar to Naruto, with long bright yellow hair and a single visible sparkling blue eye. The other man looked like a shark and Sasuke's Sharingan activated as he recognized the tall figure of Kisame, his brother's partner.
The rest of the Akatsuki were already disappearing with transportation jutsu, leaving puffs of white smoke and coughing dust. However, the young Uchiha did not care much about them. He was looking around for any sign of the man who had ruined his life.
Just as he deactivated his bloodline limit, Sasuke saw a red haze in the distance, smoking towards the sky in great height. No wonder he had not seen it through the Sharingan, it blended right in with the red mooned world he saw through. Peering closer at the haze, a scream rang through the air. The Uchiha let out a raspy gasp, Hinata.
He bolted forward, shoving a figure holding a jar that glowed brightly with golden brown while doing so. His mind was focused straight forward as was his sprint. Hold on.
The whole sensation was filled with muffled pain for her. Itachi pressed his mouth against hers, vainly trying to keep her from screaming and drawing attention from the Shukaku extraction. It was very quick, yet seeming to drag because of the pain. The chakra that transferred along with the essence was not a pleasant process.
Her thighs felt as if they were ripped, and her eyes seemed to have been drilled open. Oh, it was her eyes that hurt the most. No tears escaped, she was incapable of doing such a petty thing like crying. Instead, she was blinded. Her whole world was a bloody, crimson blanket. She couldn't see, and it was only with her sharpened senses that she could actually function and pull it off as normal.
Itachi was no better off, from the way that he held her close. It seemed that he too lost his sight. Carefully, he helped pull her suit back and felt for the hood of the cloak, which was still on. Pulling it down as best as he could, he trailed his fingers over his face to make sure it covered her eyes well enough.
Both blind, they used their senses to communicate. Itachi managed to trail down enough and find her lips, He met them with his own by brushing against them and whispering, "You'll gain your vision back by the time the night is over. I will be gone before dawn."
Regaining herself from the pain and once again slipping back into her duty as an emotionless weapon, Hinata felt for his hand and clenched it, since obviously he could not see her bow. "Good-bye, sensei."
With that, the two jumped apart, lowering themselves into battle stances. It took a moment to make sure they were facing each other, but eventually they had the right idea and adapted to their other senses, making it seem so natural that a normal, or maybe even advanced shinobi, would not be able to tell the difference.
With a sigh, Hinata grabbed a kunai from her pouch and slit her abdomen, emitting a scream that would normally never come from her, had she not been doing it on purpose.
Sasuke finally reached the haze, only to gape as it suddenly disappeared. In place of the sight was none other than his mission partner and his brother.
Sticking to duty, he looked at Hinata, who was bleeding terribly. Her black suit was ripped in the middle, the shreds falling lightly on the sand with the fresh blood pouring through rapidly. The younger Uchiha ran forward, steadying her as she was about to fall on the ground. With his arm wrapped securely around her shoulders, he lifted his face up to narrow his eyes at the man before him.
There was Uchiha Itachi. The one person who massacred his entire clan. Whose acts turned Sasuke into an avenger. His once beloved aniki.
His brother's stance, though intimidating, was a little slouched, as if tired. Thin dark bangs fell in front of his eyes and his mouth was slouched in an exhausted frown. Hinata must have put up a good fight.
Lowering the said shinobi onto the ground in a sitting position, Sasuke drew out his katana, gleaming maliciously in the nightly desert atmosphere. With a brush of his hair and a leap, Sasuke had pinned the older Uchiha down on the sand roughly. Looking down at the face of the man he hated most, Sasuke gasped in horror.
The thin bangs of Itachi fell back to reveal not Sharingan eyes, but blank eyes, Completely white and lifeless, as if everything had been sucked out. No color, pupils, or emotion. It was not even the Hyuga pale lavender or gray, it was the truest white he had ever seen. Not innocent, but disgusting, scary, pure evil. Who knew such a light color could be so dangerous?
Itachi was not even trying. Instead he tortured Sasuke with the sight of his lifeless eyes. As if he was already dead. He did not squirm or move, just waited for his faith.
Sasuke's whole body shook as he took in the eyes. His breaths were uneven and his eyes felt teary. The weakest sensation had only been felt before when he faced his brother at the death of his clan. And now it was happening again.
Tearing his eyes away from Itachi's lifeless ones, he plunged the katana into his brother's chest, with fully aware of striking the heart.
His eyes clenched closed, and his jaw shivered. Sasuke refused to look back at his brother, and instead heard the very last words. "The weapon turned master." Though whispered, it was clearer than the night sky.
Sasuke stayed in that position for a few minutes, his hands clenched onto the handle of his katana and his eyes closed. Suddenly, his breathing cooled down and lifted a pale palm to brush back one of many sweaty locks that were plastered to his forehead.
Pulling the katana out with a grunt, he still did not look at the corpse of Itachi. Instead, he went to his partner, who was stumped low on the verge of unconsciousness. Lifting her up in his arms, he started to run once again, as the only Uchiha.
The sand blew in soft waves, slowly covering up the body of the late Uchiha Itachi.
Sasuke, as he ran back to the city, mused over the fact he was the only possessor of the Sharingan. Now he would have to revive the bloodline by starting a family.
How wrong he was. There was another who also had the powers of his bloodline right there in his arms.
The essence of the crimson eyes, just as red as the blood on his katana.