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towerofanimus2013-02-21 04:23 pm
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o4 [A Little Bit Unstable] BACKDATED TO FEB 14TH
Characters: Itachi and you!
Setting: Floor 48 (the graveyard), then floors where there are a lot of monsters
Format: Starting with prose, but I'll match you
Summary: Itachi visits a grave, and discovers one there that he never wanted to see.
Warnings: Lots of angst, and some monster-killing gore.
The Graveyard
It finally happened.
It had been his intention to visit a grave, one labeled with "Homura Akemi," a girl who he'd failed to save. The weight of his broken promise had settled over him like a dense cloud, but he'd tried to press on despite it all. But then, as he made his way through the graveyard, he spotted a name on a stone that he was achingly familiar with.
Sasuke Uchiha.
He stopped in front of it, eyes wide, puzzling over when this could have happened, why, how. Was it some sort of sick joke? Were his eyes playing tricks on him? No, he recognized the characters that made up Sasuke's name, knew the name of his own little brother when he saw it.
Unfeeling, almost numb, Itachi fell to his knees and reached out for the tombstone, trailing his fingers over the engraved name. The shock and confusion eventually faded off of his face, and he stared blankly with his arm outstretched. He felt the prickling of tears behind his eyes, but he remained stony-faced and refused to let them fall.
Any floor where monsters can be found
Sasuke's name was no longer on the plaque in front of room 4-06. So it was true, then. He was really gone. Be it through random chance, or some sick ploy on the administrator's end, it made no difference to Itachi. His younger brother was gone, perhaps suffering, perhaps dead, and it made his blood boil to think about it.
Was there nothing he could have done? Was this some sort of punishment? Would Sasuke ever be back, or would he be lost forever? Itachi battled inwardly with feelings of rage and grief, but outwardly, he looked fierce. Floor by floor, he made his way down the Tower, stopping wherever he knew monsters roamed.
Methodically, almost unfeelingly, he slaughtered them all.
He wanted to feel bad about letting out his rage like this, because god only knew how much he hated fighting. But when he looked at the twisted forms of the monsters in front of him, all he could think about was that those creations were their fault. The fault of those administrators who were hell-bent on "saving" people, who dragged them from their worlds to suffer with no chance of ever embracing the peace of death. They'd said it themselves, that the monsters were an accident of their part, creatures twisted and manipulated, then left to torment the people they were supposed to be saving.
They'd dragged him into this Tower, they'd dragged another version of Sasuke in here and then let him slip away, and they dragged those hordes of dangerous, freakish monsters in, too. Didn't it only make sense to try to get rid of the twisted, grotesque abominations that had made their way into the Tower?
And so Itachi did just that, ripping through any monster that came his way with the skill only an S-class ninja could accomplish. Kunai split open heads, flaming shuriken ripped through flesh and cauterized the wounds, and giant balls of flame charred dozens of monsters at a time. When he wasn't using jutsu or weapons, he kicked the monsters, sending them flying with such force that they slammed into walls and splattered against them.
Some monsters were easier to fight than others, but the sheer number that Itachi killed left him feeling drained. He got progressively more tired as he made his way down the Tower, panting and blinking rapidly, but he refused to stagger, and he refused to stop. Anyone who met his eyes would face a blood-red glare directed their way, but he would never direct his attacks at the other residents of the Tower.
Setting: Floor 48 (the graveyard), then floors where there are a lot of monsters
Format: Starting with prose, but I'll match you
Summary: Itachi visits a grave, and discovers one there that he never wanted to see.
Warnings: Lots of angst, and some monster-killing gore.
The Graveyard
It finally happened.
It had been his intention to visit a grave, one labeled with "Homura Akemi," a girl who he'd failed to save. The weight of his broken promise had settled over him like a dense cloud, but he'd tried to press on despite it all. But then, as he made his way through the graveyard, he spotted a name on a stone that he was achingly familiar with.
Sasuke Uchiha.
He stopped in front of it, eyes wide, puzzling over when this could have happened, why, how. Was it some sort of sick joke? Were his eyes playing tricks on him? No, he recognized the characters that made up Sasuke's name, knew the name of his own little brother when he saw it.
Unfeeling, almost numb, Itachi fell to his knees and reached out for the tombstone, trailing his fingers over the engraved name. The shock and confusion eventually faded off of his face, and he stared blankly with his arm outstretched. He felt the prickling of tears behind his eyes, but he remained stony-faced and refused to let them fall.
Any floor where monsters can be found
Sasuke's name was no longer on the plaque in front of room 4-06. So it was true, then. He was really gone. Be it through random chance, or some sick ploy on the administrator's end, it made no difference to Itachi. His younger brother was gone, perhaps suffering, perhaps dead, and it made his blood boil to think about it.
Was there nothing he could have done? Was this some sort of punishment? Would Sasuke ever be back, or would he be lost forever? Itachi battled inwardly with feelings of rage and grief, but outwardly, he looked fierce. Floor by floor, he made his way down the Tower, stopping wherever he knew monsters roamed.
Methodically, almost unfeelingly, he slaughtered them all.
He wanted to feel bad about letting out his rage like this, because god only knew how much he hated fighting. But when he looked at the twisted forms of the monsters in front of him, all he could think about was that those creations were their fault. The fault of those administrators who were hell-bent on "saving" people, who dragged them from their worlds to suffer with no chance of ever embracing the peace of death. They'd said it themselves, that the monsters were an accident of their part, creatures twisted and manipulated, then left to torment the people they were supposed to be saving.
They'd dragged him into this Tower, they'd dragged another version of Sasuke in here and then let him slip away, and they dragged those hordes of dangerous, freakish monsters in, too. Didn't it only make sense to try to get rid of the twisted, grotesque abominations that had made their way into the Tower?
And so Itachi did just that, ripping through any monster that came his way with the skill only an S-class ninja could accomplish. Kunai split open heads, flaming shuriken ripped through flesh and cauterized the wounds, and giant balls of flame charred dozens of monsters at a time. When he wasn't using jutsu or weapons, he kicked the monsters, sending them flying with such force that they slammed into walls and splattered against them.
Some monsters were easier to fight than others, but the sheer number that Itachi killed left him feeling drained. He got progressively more tired as he made his way down the Tower, panting and blinking rapidly, but he refused to stagger, and he refused to stop. Anyone who met his eyes would face a blood-red glare directed their way, but he would never direct his attacks at the other residents of the Tower.
SUDDENLY TEAL DEERS
"Hardly."
The few months he'd spent with Sasuke were troubling. They'd started fighting as soon as they'd met, and then, tentatively, they had attempted to work through their difficult relationship in an attempt to rebuild it (and even then, he couldn't help but think that he was starting a new relationship altogether with a stranger of a Sasuke, and he felt a bit guilty for thinking of it that way). And then Sakura - the Sakura he knew - came along, and all three of them were aged up and given false memories, but even then, Itachi was prepared to find a way through things.
Sasuke had been taken from him before that could happen.
And, though Itachi knew Romeo's words stemmed from good intentions, they stung him all the same. He didn't want to think that stopping the administrators was an impossibility. He knew that they were almost inconceivably strong, knew it through both his own memories and Romeo's, but he needed to believe that there was a way to defeat them. Every technique has a weakness was the saying, one that had been drilled into Itachi's head from a young age. Every jutsu, every physical attack, every impossibly strong technique, they all had their flaws. The administrators had to have one, too.
But the bigger picture paled in comparison to the emotions Itachi felt right now. To hear that his world had been destroyed and that his own Sasuke was dead was one thing, but to have a Sasuke come back and then get taken away was another matter entirely.
Itachi tried to be strong, but it was getting to be too much. His shoulders slumped, and he brought a hand up to splay over his face. A scornful smile spread over his lips for a second, but it faded quickly enough.
"I'm his big brother," he said, and the solemn tone of it surprised even him. "I should be able to protect him, no matter what the odds. I should be able to..."
And he trailed off, bowing his body toward his knees.
All the teal deers
And he remembered his own little brothers... who he hadn't seen in a long long time.
"Sasuke is really strong sir, even though it is really scary on the ruined worlds he will be okay. Because he is really really brave and I don't think he would want you to be sad..."
He tilted his head, "A long long time ago, before I came here my dad got really really sick and we didn't have money for a doctor. My mum was really scared and so was I, and I was trying to find money and I did my best to protect Carlo and Pedro who were really little. They're my brothers. Then I went in the church to pray and found them there, and they had been trying really hard to get money too! Even if they hadn't actually found any. Because they were scared too and lots of people were saying my dad was going to sell me and they wanted to protect me and save dad. Even though they were much littler than me."
He smiled sadly, "And they were so so brave and strong so I knew what I had to do and it made me braver and stronger so I wasn't even scared and could go and sell myself to Luini, because my dad wouldn't." He paused, "But you already knew all that sir because you were me! So Sasuke is probably trying really hard to get back and save you from the bad people and one day if we all work together we will stop them and get all the people from their dead worlds back and all be safe together. And you gotta remember how brave he is so that you can be braver to."
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Romeo had gone through so much pain and sadness in his short life, but he never lost that spark that made him a distinct personality in a sea of people who were slowly losing their fire. Itachi admired that perhaps more than anything. He owed it to Romeo to at least try to pull himself together, but in the face of Sasuke's grave, that seemed like a near impossibility.
"We'll all be safe together..." he repeated softly, never moving his hand from his face. "...Yes, that's a future I want to believe in. I just wish-"
And Itachi had to stop himself there, because the more he talked, the more he felt like he was going to cry. He took in a few shaky breaths before he kept talking.
"I just wish there was more that I could do to secure that future for everybody."
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"We just gotta keep strong, and keep fighting the bad people. We can't let them win."
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The longer he sat there on Sasuke's grave, the angrier he got. The sadness was still there, of course, burning a hole in his heart, but those feelings of grief and loss were backed up by rage.
How dare those administrators admit that the people who disappeared from the Tower were lost somewhere in another universe, yet still give them graves as if they were dead? How dare they add another visual depiction of just how hopeless their situation seemed to be, give them another reason to worry that their loved ones might not ever return? It was ego, plain and simple, and Itachi wouldn't stand for it.
"If I have to murder every single one of them myself, I'll do it," he went on.
And saying that sent another pang through them, because this wouldn't be the first time he vowed to kill a group of people for the greater good. But thinking about the massacre he committed in his homeworld only brought forth more sadness about Sasuke, and he grit his teeth, as if doing so would dull down the pain of it all.
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After a long pause, he tugged his hands away from Romeo's and shot abruptly to his feet. He turned in the direction of the staircase, his expression grim.
"Don't make promises you can't keep," he said. It stung him to be so dismissive when he knew Romeo was just trying to help, but he was almost upset enough not to care.
He had to go. He was still too emotional to think straight, and if he didn't do something about it soon, he feared he would start to say things he didn't mean. He scowled at nothing in particular.
"Excuse me," he said, "there's something I have to go do."
And he started toward the staircase without another word.
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"I'll look after him." He spoke now to Sasuke's grave, "You don't got to worry because I'll make sure he's alright and help him smile again. I promise."
And he was planning to keep that promise too.