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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.
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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.