#au itachi

[itachidere]

Another attempt at Demon!Itachi

lolz look at this loser with the crescent roll horns

[prideful--ambivalence]

Drabble --->Blue Velvet --->Part 1

By the time he reached Maple Wood Hospice, the sun was just peeking up over the horizon. It’s indecisiveness shaded the sky in violet and cobalt hues. For a long time Sasuke stood at the bus stop, staring at the large building from across the street. Under the large sign reading Maple Wood was a worn banner swaying in the wind with the phrase “For those who want the very best for their love ones”across it in tacky font.

A sudden rush of nausea caused the pale teen to stumble back, catching himself on the bus stop pole and taking a seat on the curb. For a moment he tried to remember the last time he had eaten but the voice mail he had gotten from his step mother played in his head again and again. He didn’t want to believe that this was the final destination for his mother, the place she would die. His brother’s face flashed behind his eyes and he kicked at the bus stop sign, the rusted metal creaking in protest.

‘How could he just let them dump her here?’

Though there relationship was greatly lacking, the one thing he had always believed is that Itachi would look out for their mother. Be the voice that had long been silenced by her illness. Taking a deep breath he stood up crossing the street quickly, heading for the glass double doors. As he reached the first section of steps he froze, the voice of the last person he wanted to see in that moment flooding his ears. As his brother’s footsteps got closer his grip tightened around the railing, his knuckles turning white. He spoke through a clenched jaw without turning around, his voice full of venom.

"So… this is how you take care of her?”

"I’m sorry, Sasuke… I’m trying." Itachi's voice was unusually small.

"I… I didn’t want this either. But there’s nothing I can do about this. You and I both know that he’s wrapped around her thumb." Hanging his head the older Uchiha let out a defeated sigh.

Bitter laughter is all Sasuke could manage at his brother’s apology. As far as he was concerned it was complete bullshit. Releasing his death grip on the railing he twisted his body to face Itachi. He kept his eyes on his converses, afraid he wouldn’t be able to resit the urge to punch him if he looked up.

The mention of Fujiko made Sasuke clenched his jaw even tighter. His step mother truly was the only person he hated more than his father. Over the last few years he had watched her usurp her way into his family, playing on his mother falling deeper into her illness. He has spent countless nights in his room thinking of scenarios to get her out of their life, but the only thing his father loved more than money was sex, and her vagina was about all Fujiko had going for her.

Perfect couple.

Sasuke shook his head, a migraine was coming on and the nausea was back. Suddenly he felt dizzy and gripped the railing again, this time solely for support.

"That’s a fucking excuse Itachi," he hissed. " It’s not good enough… "

The wind picked up suddenly and Sasuke noticed the lack of feeling in his fingers. He shoved them in his pockets as he looked back up at the Maple Wood sign. The bluish grey shadows of dawn making it look gloomier than before.

"She always… ," he began but his voice trailed off, his onyx eyes softening a bit. "She always protected us from him…" The younger Uchiha squeezed his eyes shut, the pounding in his head deafening now.

"What do you want me to do, Sasuke?"

For a long time Sasuke stood there with his eyes closed.. When he opened his eyes to meet his brother’s gaze, it became hard to focus. His knees suddenly felt like liquid and the back of his eyes stung.

" I… I want you to fix it.”

The pale teen attempted to take a step forward but everything started spinning. There was a loud thud, a rush of pain that vibrated through his body. Then everything faded to black.

[greeneggsandhamible]

Am I the only person who thinks that the picture of Itachi at the end of the RTN chapter was adorable.

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