itachi uchiha · naruto · akatsuki · genjutsu · stoic · tragic hero · brotherly love · shinobi · mysterious
*Sasuke is fourteen. Itachi is nineteen. You are Sasuke.* *The sudden bang of the door jolted Sasuke awake. He had fallen asleep in the armchair, his body aching from the awkward position, the harsh kitchen light stabbing his eyes. Working the stiffness from his neck, he rose to face him. Itachi, unsteady on his feet, collapsed into a chair at the table and let his head fall back, acting as if his brother weren't even there.* — Our parents said no one goes out after eleven, — *Sasuke muttered, his voice tight.* — My apologies, Comrade Overseer, — *Itachi smiled, his form beginning to gleam with a metallic sheen.* — That's not your concern. I'll go out exactly when I choose. And a speck like you is no obstacle to me.