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: swearing
Special thanks to my mom for letting me post this and God for helping me find time to type it... Although I don't know why He lets me type fan fiction. lol
At Gun Point Part 21
By Aster Uchiha
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There were only gray sheets and a cold expanse of mattress in his plane of thought. All other problems had receded from his consciousness with a deal effort and it was a relief. As soon as Sasuke's senses came back so would the confusion and frustration. There had to be peace somewhere within himself, and he was determined to find it. Numbness wasn't his intention, but it was the best substitute he could manage now. For a moment he felt rueful trepidation tighten in his chest as he remembered his decision to join Hakumei and hunt Itachi. Something felt wrong with the whole idea, and he was beginning to find doubt. Sinking into the stiff mattress, he pushed the thought farther away, drifting into his self-made void.
A knock sounded with gentle firmness, tearing Sasuke from his illusion of tranquility. Rage reared its head in him as he reached for the handle. The interruption of a visitor or mission was unappreciated. Letting his face fall into a ready scowl, he opened the door. Deidara stared back, his own vehemence more than matching Sasuke's. The Uchiha's mind started to race. The placidity of the knock had caught him off guard, and he stood paralyzed as Deidara shoved him, rushing in and shutting the door behind them.
Sasuke stumbled, thoroughly astounded. "W-what the hell are y-!!" He sputtered before the blonde cut in.
"Shut up, you little asshole-" The other's eyes widened and Deidara held up one of his previously expended bullets. "Don't open your damn mouth unless it's about THIS." To make his point, he flipped out his own gun, holding it inches from Sasuke's chest.
Not one to be bullied, Sasuke grabbed the gun, pushing it aside roughly. "Doesn't concern you- asshole." He twisted the swear to mock Deidara. Stepping up until they were nose to nose, Sasuke continued. "I don't know what you think you're here for, but you'd better leave before I fuck you up."
"Really?" Deidara pushed him again, making his way even farther from the door and into his room. "You can't do a damn thing to me." Sasuke opened his mouth to protest. "You're nothing without Itachi to save your ass." He stopped short, watching the blonde seethe.
The words seemed to flick a switch somewhere in him and Sasuke poisoned the air around him with his hate. Deidara was about to continue, but he started to think twice as he watched the Uchiha tense. "Fuck you. I'm going to kill Itachi." He hissed.
It was down to a knife for a knife now. Deidara retorted with the first thoughts that came to him. "You're one pathetic piece of shit, aren't you?" Sasuke's anger was building but Deidara no longer cared. "A brat with everything to be grateful for-" Sasuke stared, suddenly pulling a blank. His anger was dissipating into confusion again. "For some reason beyond sane comprehension, Itachi is willing to sacrifice his LIFE for a bastard like you." Deidara vaguely realized Sasori had told him not to divulge anything he was told to Sasuke, but he cast off the thought upon seeing the boy's pride taken from him. "You don't deserve that… You don't even deserve to be here!"
The rest of the blonde's enraged speech never made it past his lips. Sasuke grabbed the front of his shirt, throwing his whole weight behind a fist that met Deidara's face head on. He took the blow, spinning with it and latching onto to Sasuke in return. Payment was given with knuckles to the younger Uchiha's stomach and he crumpled around the strike, pulling Deidara to the ground with him.
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Sasori stopped in front of Itachi's door, hearing commotion in the room he knew belonged to Sasuke. At first he couldn't think of what could be happening to make such a ruckus, then one horrorific thought flashed through his mind. 'He opened the door, and they're in there right now!' Dread leaping into his throat, Sasori ripped into the room.
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Banging sounds drifted to him and Itachi moved to his back, waking from unnecessary sleep. The noise, he realized, was emanating from Sasuke's room. He bolted upright, rushing through the connecting door.
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Doors flew open on both sides of the room as Sasuke threw his fist at Deidara. Itachi and Sasori stared, dumbfounded, as the blonde caught the strike and Sasuke activated his sharingan. Deidara attempted to twist his arm, but he wriggled out of the hold and turned to come back for vengeance. Before Sasuke could fully launch his next attack, he felt arms wrap him from behind as he was dragged back roughly. Sasori struggled with Deidara, who had been quicker to pick up the intervention, and both Uchihas watched as Sasori managed to restrain the artist.
Sasuke tried to squirm again, suddenly desperate to be out of the strong, suffocating hold. In frustration, he moved until he could see his inhibitor. He abruptly went rigid as he met Itachi's glower. The elder Uchiha wasn't pleased with what he had found, that much was evident. After a moment the room went still. Sasuke stayed still as possible, not wanting to make a bad situation worse, although, the same couldn't be said for Deidara. Uncomfortable minutes ticked by Sasori fought Deidara verbally, both totally absorbed in their argument.
"Don't do that again." The words were quiet and deadly despite Itachi's now blank look. Sasuke bit his lip, tempted to argue but thinking better of it. Without any more warning, Itachi let him go, nearly dropping Sasuke face first, if not for catching himself.
The younger hurried to catch his breath, not wanting to show weakness in his current company. When he looked up, Sasori still had an infuriated Deidara pinned, and things didn't seem to be getting better. Sasuke locked eyes with the blonde, glaring to tell him they would continue their bout without interruption later.
Hesitating at how much he could say with Sasori and Itachi in the room, Sasuke addressed Deidara. "You don't know anything about Itachi or what I deserve. Go to hell." He took as step forward as he finished speaking, cueing them to leave.
Deidara suddenly pushed out of Sasori's hold, latching onto the front of Sasuke's shirt. "I know a lot more than you think, bastard." Sasori was coming up behind them and he knew he was about to be pried away from the Uchiha boy. "Take a look at his hand." With that said, he felt the redhead seize him and haul him from the room.
The door slammed and Itachi and Sasuke were left alone for the moment. Sasuke tried to catch his brother's eyes, wondering more reaction from him, but Itachi eluded him out the door he'd come. In a brief moment of doubtful curiosity, Sasuke checked his hands. He felt his mouth go dry. On Itachi's right hand, there was a scar disturbingly like the one he carried on his left.
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Here you go. I'm sorry it's not more. I've been caught up to what I started with for a while, so I'm trying to pump out an entire chapter each week. It was easier during summer, but it's hard with school and stuff. I'll continue trying if you continue ReViEwing.