OroItaSasu. I am so twisted.
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Orochimaru left the Akatsuki when he started hearing about a member of the Uchiha who surpassed all others. Itachi. Some laughed at him, called him a coward, accused him of being afraid of someone who was only a village ninja, nothing more. But Orochimaru left anyway, and he went into hiding and watched. The boy had been so young to gain the sharingan. He wanted that power. He wanted Itachi.
Orochimaru was the one who lead Itachi to the Akatsuki. Oh, not immediately, of course. He'd stumbled across the boy, still bloody from the massacre of his family, and taken him in. But Itachi didn't want to be wanted by him, and he'd had no interest in giving Orochimaru anything – not his secrets, not his devotion, not his eyes. Especially not his eyes, his beautiful red eyes that stayed red the entire time, even when he slept. It only made Orochimaru want him more. But he wasn't completely selfish, and he wasn't stupid. So he let Itachi go, showed him where he could do, and saw him set up in the Akatsuki.
Now he was keeping Sasuke, eager, bloodthirsty young Sasuke, whose eyes were only sometimes red, but who wanted him, who wanted to be wanted by him, because of what he could gain. Sasuke didn't seem to mind giving something back.
Orochimaru thinks that maybe when he is Sasuke he will be able to finally have Itachi.
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.: dreams of red :.