Blood.
Everywhere he looked, everything around him was full of blood.
Would have preferred the black-haired, according to his inner horror called out into the night, just this once
Instead, he stood before his little brother and looked at the cold-hearted boy.
"Why did tu do that?" Sobbed the Younger.
He too was full of blood.
Why his brother was just covered in blood like that?
The elder did not answer and watched silently as his brother red tears shed.
Sasuke died, and he could do nothing for him.
"Help me, Ni-san.", It was cracked on the lips of the younger ones, but his body turned away and walked.
How could he?
"ITACHI !!!!"
The young Uchiha Heritage struck silent at the sight, but around it was dead silent.
Nobody called after him.
Since Itachi had joined the akatsuki a few months ago, he had barely spoken to others anyway.
His partner, Kisame Hoshigaki had accepted from the outset that he was not a great orator, and the other members were encountered only rarely.
At present, was siguiente to him and his teammate only the Akasuna in the headquarters, after Orochimaru leaves the organization had no partner.
Actually, he had wanted to go back to sleep, but after this nightmare, it was the Uchiha always quite difficult to get back to sleep.
With a soft rustle slipped the thin blanket on the floor as he sat up slowly.
Why burned his throat as if he had screamed the soul from the body?
Apparently he did it not even in his dreams concluded his guilt to give any expression.
He had not done the right thing o not?
This terrible act was necessary.
For Konoha.
For Sasuke.
Itachi moved almost soundlessly through the headquarters, should not be needed after all, his partners expected to enjoy this rare free evening.
And the Akasuna?
He had probably retreated to his room, we got him anyway, only rarely seen.
For this reason, Itachi also knew virtually nothing about the other.
His headband revealed that he once must have been a shinobi from Sunagakure.
As Kisame had told him when he joined the akatsuki members from the other, he himself had he can not say much about the Akasuna.
"He's your aura." the tiburón man had only hinted at.
Kisame was not dealt with it and Itachi did not want to ask.
His aura?
What had he meant por that ... the aura of a murderer?
But they were not they all?
The cold water calmed Itachi's throat burned and expelled the last signs of his fatigue.
What time was that?
He had not slept long, maybe ten o' clock. o eleven.
Even if there had been even a single window in the headquarters, it would probably be invaded for hours no light from outside.
How quiet it was.
Itachi put the glass down with a soft clink, but the bright tone was soon swallowed por the pervasive darkness.
He could turn on the lights.
Perhaps the spaces would be for a moment give the impression of being inhabited.
But the Uchiha did not.
It would have been only an illusion.
Oblivious, he went back again, his body knew the way now, as he had done Zuhasue.
Strange that he compared this unreal place with his home.
The door before which he had come to a halt had been made from a dark, heavy wood, it looked like any other door in the headquarters.
But it was not the door to his room.
This room belonged to the Akasuna and a brief moment Itachi asked himself what the other was doing just well.
Whether he slept?
Without knowing what he did, Itachi pushed the handle down slightly whereupon the door opened noiselessly.
Not even light a single candle illuminated the dark room, but thanks to his powerful blood heritage saw the Uchiha the outlines of the few items that were in the room, exactly.
On the left side there was a cama that was left clear.
Probably it was once part of Orochimaru.
Stood a large desk, but was apparently used as a work table, there were several scrolls, and all manner of tools on it.
On the other side of the room was another bed, could make out the silhouette of a human Itachi.
Cool brown eyes looked at him expectantly.
"What are tu doing here?"
The voice sounded softer and the Akasunas much younger than usual
It was the first time that Itachi saw the others outside the doll.
He would have been presented differently.
Not so soft.
Threatening.
Instead the puppeteers had an almost petite body with a pretty face and fiery red hair.
Itachi still felt the gaze of the other resting on him, although he wondered how he could make the Akasuna in this darkness.
Without his Sharingan he would have seen absolutely nothing.
Although the pregunta of the puppeteer still sin respuesta in the room was, the Uchiha crossed the room with just a few steps and sat down on the empty chair in front of the bench.
What was he doing here?
Maybe Itachi would have answered the pregunta of the elderly, because if he had known the answer.
As I said. Maybe.
But he did not even now what he had drifted right in this room.
Was it curiosity?
Unlikely, he had never been really curious.
Not even as a child.
As the gypsy's looked back on the residents of the room, he noticed that his eyes had closed again, this.
Should he take the opportunity?
In Itachi's head buzzed dozens of thoughts that are not meant, dozens of preguntas that would not be pronounced.
And then there was this feeling of powerlessness that robbed him of sleep every night and sent him these dreams.
"I would like to tell tu that the pain subsides with time."
The voice of Akasunas was soft, almost like a whisper, but in the silence it was Itachi not hard to understand the words.
"But then I'd have to lie to you."
The elder had still not moved, you'd think he was asleep.
Mesmerized the gypsy looked at his hands in his lap.
They were clean and still stuck so much guilt and blood on them.
So that was the price he had to pay for his deeds.
Loneliness and pain.
Until death.
"Why are tu here?" Itachi asked suddenly, looking into the brown eyes of his counterpart.
The pregunta was not very precise, but the Akasuna seemed to understand that it was about the Akatsuki.
"For the same reason as you"
"In order to become stronger." It was más of a statement than a question.
"If tu say so." Suna-nin dicho the former only, and directed his gaze at the ceiling.
There was a silence that no one wanted to interrupt either of them.
Itachi was used to.
In his childhood, his peers had always been silent in his presence,
because its power had made them afraid.
When he had joined the Anbu, the other members were silent,
respect because they had had before him.
The clan leaders had him in silent rage,
because he had opposed its plans.
And his parents?
Also, they had been silent.
Itachi and they had to say about nothing.
But this silence was different.
The silence between them was mutual agreement.
It became the father of peace. Not of loneliness.
Nevertheless, Itachi could not prevent the guilt that plagued him so much him the cold in his empty corazón implanted.
"If they pass away?"
The redhead turned his head to the left to view it can.
Could still make the Uchiha no emotion in the soft lines of the elderly.
They were totally empty.
Just as his own.
"Kisame loves to kill." Answered the puppet seems completely zusammenhaltslos.
Itachi nodded.
"It makes him alive." It had the least Haimensch he told himself.
Strange as it sounded.
"For a brief moment." Added the Akasuna.
And Itachi did.
The emptiness in his corazón would not thus perish.
Perhaps he could displace a brief moment, but he would never be able to fill again.
A sobering thought, as he was.
The Uchiha hated to kill.
Even in power o money he was little.
And he certainly did not aspire to immortality, as did Orochimaru.
What would thus can alleviate this void in his heart?
Previously he had done everything for his country and his brother.
But to Konoha he would never be able to return again, and Sasuke would develop over the siguiente few years such a strong hatred for him that it was breaking the Uchiha before their siguiente encounter.
But until then would still take years.
Itachi closed his eyes for a moment, because he felt that the despair in his soul was about to gain the upper hand.
But he could not possibly allow.
Not here.
He admitted it is indeed not even when he was alone.
The chains inside it were strong enough even to his dream self control.
mostrar no weakness.
He was still an Uchiha.
Even though this terrible guilt weighed on him ...
Suddenly felt the black haired one faint breath of wind, and opened his eyes to the former Suna-Sin to view.
This saw him dispassionately at bronzed from his eyes.
But the wound was not the expressionless gaze, but the outstretched arm of the other.
Not a single word had left her pale lips of the puppeteer, and yet Itachi knew what it meant that gesture.
It was an offer.
Maybe it was stupid that Itachi silently rose from his chair.
Maybe it was stupid that he took a step onto the cama of Akasunas.
Maybe it was stupid that he also stretched out his hand and reached for the cool fingers of the other.
Maybe.
He did it anyway.
With a gentle determination of the redhead pulled him closer and closer until finally Itachi felt the cama to his shins.
He was young but not naive.
Without hesitation allowed the Uchiha to smooth down on the soft cama of the elders, and felt the siguiente moment, the slender arms of his opponent that drew him closer.
Another man would perhaps now be asked about the reason for this situation.
But Itachi did not ask.
Instead, he clung to the foreign body, so delicate and fragile, do not want to go with the puppet masters.
He felt the soft lips lay on his neck flexor and slender fingers, they estola under his shirt.
Sasori himself was almost naked under the covers, as Itachi stated pleasantly surprised.
After all, the Elder had probably want to sleep already.
A few minutos later, the gypsy had completely stripped it, had not worn them much anyway.
The touches of red hair were not shy, but not too brash.
They had time.
No one would bother her tonight.
Itachi decided to try his luck and looking for the soft lips of the elders, which he found too quickly.
Sasori kissed back after a short time and made it even that Itachi rolled over him.
Her kiss was intense and the Uchiha sensed clearly the perfect body among themselves.
They were so close together that not even a sheet of folded paper between them.
Itachi felt like the elder straddled his legs under him easily, and that their emotions por rubbing against each other.
Only with difficulty that he could suppress a sound of pleasure.
Whether it Sasori probably felt the same way?
When he again sought the vistas of others and eventually found his breath.
Although the face of the puppeteer was still expressionless, seemed to concoct a huge storm in the bronze eyes.
Transfixed por the sight of the elders dicho Itachi the project only when their lips met again one time.
This time the kiss was passionate and Itachi felt the demanding hands, who had buried himself in his long hair.
He was unspeakably warm.
The heat spread slowly in his whole body and flowed to the finger tips.
Sasori seemed to go like, since the redhead was heard for the first time all evening a silent gasp.
When the face of the elderly would not have been so close to Itachi probably would not have heard.
His movements were clear.
Pressing his touch.
And when he looked into the mirror of the soul redheads, where a golden storm seemed to rage, knew Itachi, Sasori in his eyes that could well see a similar spectacle.
In the protective darkness was out of her heavy breathing sound to be heard.
Itachi could feel his heartbeat slowly calmed down.
Kisame was already safely back.
He should probably go, but he really did not want.
At least not yet.
The Akasuna seemed to guess what was going on inside him, even though the Uchiha had not stirred.
"You can stay if tu please." The Elder dicho in his gentle voice that sounded perhaps a little rougher than at the beginning of the evening.
Itachi did not answer, but pulled the thin blanket over her naked body.
Should be partners but think what he wanted.
As the gypsy was just thinking that the Akasuna was asleep, He opened his eyes again and looked at him.
Golden Soul Mirror Black met at night.
Why are tu here Itachi? "
"For the same reason as you"
"To become stronger?"
The black-haired elders looked on in silence.
"To avoid being lonely."
Everywhere he looked, everything around him was full of blood.
Would have preferred the black-haired, according to his inner horror called out into the night, just this once
Instead, he stood before his little brother and looked at the cold-hearted boy.
"Why did tu do that?" Sobbed the Younger.
He too was full of blood.
Why his brother was just covered in blood like that?
The elder did not answer and watched silently as his brother red tears shed.
Sasuke died, and he could do nothing for him.
"Help me, Ni-san.", It was cracked on the lips of the younger ones, but his body turned away and walked.
How could he?
"ITACHI !!!!"
The young Uchiha Heritage struck silent at the sight, but around it was dead silent.
Nobody called after him.
Since Itachi had joined the akatsuki a few months ago, he had barely spoken to others anyway.
His partner, Kisame Hoshigaki had accepted from the outset that he was not a great orator, and the other members were encountered only rarely.
At present, was siguiente to him and his teammate only the Akasuna in the headquarters, after Orochimaru leaves the organization had no partner.
Actually, he had wanted to go back to sleep, but after this nightmare, it was the Uchiha always quite difficult to get back to sleep.
With a soft rustle slipped the thin blanket on the floor as he sat up slowly.
Why burned his throat as if he had screamed the soul from the body?
Apparently he did it not even in his dreams concluded his guilt to give any expression.
He had not done the right thing o not?
This terrible act was necessary.
For Konoha.
For Sasuke.
Itachi moved almost soundlessly through the headquarters, should not be needed after all, his partners expected to enjoy this rare free evening.
And the Akasuna?
He had probably retreated to his room, we got him anyway, only rarely seen.
For this reason, Itachi also knew virtually nothing about the other.
His headband revealed that he once must have been a shinobi from Sunagakure.
As Kisame had told him when he joined the akatsuki members from the other, he himself had he can not say much about the Akasuna.
"He's your aura." the tiburón man had only hinted at.
Kisame was not dealt with it and Itachi did not want to ask.
His aura?
What had he meant por that ... the aura of a murderer?
But they were not they all?
The cold water calmed Itachi's throat burned and expelled the last signs of his fatigue.
What time was that?
He had not slept long, maybe ten o' clock. o eleven.
Even if there had been even a single window in the headquarters, it would probably be invaded for hours no light from outside.
How quiet it was.
Itachi put the glass down with a soft clink, but the bright tone was soon swallowed por the pervasive darkness.
He could turn on the lights.
Perhaps the spaces would be for a moment give the impression of being inhabited.
But the Uchiha did not.
It would have been only an illusion.
Oblivious, he went back again, his body knew the way now, as he had done Zuhasue.
Strange that he compared this unreal place with his home.
The door before which he had come to a halt had been made from a dark, heavy wood, it looked like any other door in the headquarters.
But it was not the door to his room.
This room belonged to the Akasuna and a brief moment Itachi asked himself what the other was doing just well.
Whether he slept?
Without knowing what he did, Itachi pushed the handle down slightly whereupon the door opened noiselessly.
Not even light a single candle illuminated the dark room, but thanks to his powerful blood heritage saw the Uchiha the outlines of the few items that were in the room, exactly.
On the left side there was a cama that was left clear.
Probably it was once part of Orochimaru.
Stood a large desk, but was apparently used as a work table, there were several scrolls, and all manner of tools on it.
On the other side of the room was another bed, could make out the silhouette of a human Itachi.
Cool brown eyes looked at him expectantly.
"What are tu doing here?"
The voice sounded softer and the Akasunas much younger than usual
It was the first time that Itachi saw the others outside the doll.
He would have been presented differently.
Not so soft.
Threatening.
Instead the puppeteers had an almost petite body with a pretty face and fiery red hair.
Itachi still felt the gaze of the other resting on him, although he wondered how he could make the Akasuna in this darkness.
Without his Sharingan he would have seen absolutely nothing.
Although the pregunta of the puppeteer still sin respuesta in the room was, the Uchiha crossed the room with just a few steps and sat down on the empty chair in front of the bench.
What was he doing here?
Maybe Itachi would have answered the pregunta of the elderly, because if he had known the answer.
As I said. Maybe.
But he did not even now what he had drifted right in this room.
Was it curiosity?
Unlikely, he had never been really curious.
Not even as a child.
As the gypsy's looked back on the residents of the room, he noticed that his eyes had closed again, this.
Should he take the opportunity?
In Itachi's head buzzed dozens of thoughts that are not meant, dozens of preguntas that would not be pronounced.
And then there was this feeling of powerlessness that robbed him of sleep every night and sent him these dreams.
"I would like to tell tu that the pain subsides with time."
The voice of Akasunas was soft, almost like a whisper, but in the silence it was Itachi not hard to understand the words.
"But then I'd have to lie to you."
The elder had still not moved, you'd think he was asleep.
Mesmerized the gypsy looked at his hands in his lap.
They were clean and still stuck so much guilt and blood on them.
So that was the price he had to pay for his deeds.
Loneliness and pain.
Until death.
"Why are tu here?" Itachi asked suddenly, looking into the brown eyes of his counterpart.
The pregunta was not very precise, but the Akasuna seemed to understand that it was about the Akatsuki.
"For the same reason as you"
"In order to become stronger." It was más of a statement than a question.
"If tu say so." Suna-nin dicho the former only, and directed his gaze at the ceiling.
There was a silence that no one wanted to interrupt either of them.
Itachi was used to.
In his childhood, his peers had always been silent in his presence,
because its power had made them afraid.
When he had joined the Anbu, the other members were silent,
respect because they had had before him.
The clan leaders had him in silent rage,
because he had opposed its plans.
And his parents?
Also, they had been silent.
Itachi and they had to say about nothing.
But this silence was different.
The silence between them was mutual agreement.
It became the father of peace. Not of loneliness.
Nevertheless, Itachi could not prevent the guilt that plagued him so much him the cold in his empty corazón implanted.
"If they pass away?"
The redhead turned his head to the left to view it can.
Could still make the Uchiha no emotion in the soft lines of the elderly.
They were totally empty.
Just as his own.
"Kisame loves to kill." Answered the puppet seems completely zusammenhaltslos.
Itachi nodded.
"It makes him alive." It had the least Haimensch he told himself.
Strange as it sounded.
"For a brief moment." Added the Akasuna.
And Itachi did.
The emptiness in his corazón would not thus perish.
Perhaps he could displace a brief moment, but he would never be able to fill again.
A sobering thought, as he was.
The Uchiha hated to kill.
Even in power o money he was little.
And he certainly did not aspire to immortality, as did Orochimaru.
What would thus can alleviate this void in his heart?
Previously he had done everything for his country and his brother.
But to Konoha he would never be able to return again, and Sasuke would develop over the siguiente few years such a strong hatred for him that it was breaking the Uchiha before their siguiente encounter.
But until then would still take years.
Itachi closed his eyes for a moment, because he felt that the despair in his soul was about to gain the upper hand.
But he could not possibly allow.
Not here.
He admitted it is indeed not even when he was alone.
The chains inside it were strong enough even to his dream self control.
mostrar no weakness.
He was still an Uchiha.
Even though this terrible guilt weighed on him ...
Suddenly felt the black haired one faint breath of wind, and opened his eyes to the former Suna-Sin to view.
This saw him dispassionately at bronzed from his eyes.
But the wound was not the expressionless gaze, but the outstretched arm of the other.
Not a single word had left her pale lips of the puppeteer, and yet Itachi knew what it meant that gesture.
It was an offer.
Maybe it was stupid that Itachi silently rose from his chair.
Maybe it was stupid that he took a step onto the cama of Akasunas.
Maybe it was stupid that he also stretched out his hand and reached for the cool fingers of the other.
Maybe.
He did it anyway.
With a gentle determination of the redhead pulled him closer and closer until finally Itachi felt the cama to his shins.
He was young but not naive.
Without hesitation allowed the Uchiha to smooth down on the soft cama of the elders, and felt the siguiente moment, the slender arms of his opponent that drew him closer.
Another man would perhaps now be asked about the reason for this situation.
But Itachi did not ask.
Instead, he clung to the foreign body, so delicate and fragile, do not want to go with the puppet masters.
He felt the soft lips lay on his neck flexor and slender fingers, they estola under his shirt.
Sasori himself was almost naked under the covers, as Itachi stated pleasantly surprised.
After all, the Elder had probably want to sleep already.
A few minutos later, the gypsy had completely stripped it, had not worn them much anyway.
The touches of red hair were not shy, but not too brash.
They had time.
No one would bother her tonight.
Itachi decided to try his luck and looking for the soft lips of the elders, which he found too quickly.
Sasori kissed back after a short time and made it even that Itachi rolled over him.
Her kiss was intense and the Uchiha sensed clearly the perfect body among themselves.
They were so close together that not even a sheet of folded paper between them.
Itachi felt like the elder straddled his legs under him easily, and that their emotions por rubbing against each other.
Only with difficulty that he could suppress a sound of pleasure.
Whether it Sasori probably felt the same way?
When he again sought the vistas of others and eventually found his breath.
Although the face of the puppeteer was still expressionless, seemed to concoct a huge storm in the bronze eyes.
Transfixed por the sight of the elders dicho Itachi the project only when their lips met again one time.
This time the kiss was passionate and Itachi felt the demanding hands, who had buried himself in his long hair.
He was unspeakably warm.
The heat spread slowly in his whole body and flowed to the finger tips.
Sasori seemed to go like, since the redhead was heard for the first time all evening a silent gasp.
When the face of the elderly would not have been so close to Itachi probably would not have heard.
His movements were clear.
Pressing his touch.
And when he looked into the mirror of the soul redheads, where a golden storm seemed to rage, knew Itachi, Sasori in his eyes that could well see a similar spectacle.
In the protective darkness was out of her heavy breathing sound to be heard.
Itachi could feel his heartbeat slowly calmed down.
Kisame was already safely back.
He should probably go, but he really did not want.
At least not yet.
The Akasuna seemed to guess what was going on inside him, even though the Uchiha had not stirred.
"You can stay if tu please." The Elder dicho in his gentle voice that sounded perhaps a little rougher than at the beginning of the evening.
Itachi did not answer, but pulled the thin blanket over her naked body.
Should be partners but think what he wanted.
As the gypsy was just thinking that the Akasuna was asleep, He opened his eyes again and looked at him.
Golden Soul Mirror Black met at night.
Why are tu here Itachi? "
"For the same reason as you"
"To become stronger?"
The black-haired elders looked on in silence.
"To avoid being lonely."