saucey | 七十五; 「video post」

七十五; 「video post」

[The feed clicks on, showing Sasuke from the neck down. His hand drops down to his side, signaling that it's actually an intentional video. From the proximity of the angle, one can assume that the PCD is very close by. Part of a wooden post can be seen as well, and behind Sasuke, one can just barely see an open hallway of one of the Japanese-style houses.

The feed continues on in silence for several minutes before Sasuke finally speaks. His voice sounds a little off, like he had just seen something he really didn't expect to.]

Itachi... I think you need to come see this house.

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[He stopped to glance back over his shoulder to see why Itachi had stopped. Then he saw it. The room where his parents were murdered. Well, not the same room exactly, but it was close enough. It was the same door he never wanted to see again.

Sasuke tensed, color draining slightly from his face.]

A-Aniki... [His voice shook. He didn't want to be here. He wanted to continue showing Itachi the rest of the house.]

You know where that room leads.

[Slowly, Sasuke started to back away from it. The more distance, the better.]

I-I can't...

[He turned his head slightly to look at Sasuke, his eyes moving ever so slightly to fall on his brother. The sight was tragic but and as he spoke, there was a new warmness present.]

It haunts you in your dreams, do you wish to ignore it?

I just... I just want it to stop.

I've...tried going in there, but I just...can't. [He kept thinking he'd walk into the very same scene, with other people he knew in place of his parents.]

[This was a rather curious predicament however....

A hand moved to hold Sasuke's shoulders. He leaned down slowly, his lips close to his brother's ear as his red eyes continued to stare at the abominable door. He had created a trauma. Sasuke had asked for training before, there was only one way.]

One cannot change the past but one can conquer fear. It is what makes a shinobi strong: conquering the abominable and the wretched. Seizing and embracing reality for what it is.

[Sasuke bit down on his lip lightly, looking away. He remained quiet for a moment, weighing the pros and cons.

Pros, he would be able to finally get over the hellish nightmare. He would have to eventually, should he ever go through his requested training. It wouldn't be his weakness anymore.

Cons, he'd have to witness everything again, whether it be through his own flashbacks or with help of Itachi's genjutsu.

He decided enough was enough. He couldn't be the eight-year-old crybaby he had been that night forever. He knew that he could be stronger than that; he owed himself that much. This was long overdue.

Slowly, Sasuke nodded.]

...Okay.

[At Sasuke's agreement, the grip on his brother's shoulder's tightened and Itachi began to move him forward. This would be traumatic for the both of them. The only difference was, Itachi had come to peace with his sinful crime. Sasuke, however, needed this. There was no point in making him fear him any longer, the hate was gone. No matter how many times he tried to plant it, it was useless. Itachi would leave his hatred and malice to other's. Right now, he would come to terms again.

With a reassuring hand on his shoulder, if one can consider it of such, and a slow steady pace, he walked towards the door.]

[As they got closer to the door, his breathing started to become slightly labored. He tensed a little, glad that Itachi was there with him.

Swallowing hard, Sasuke reached out with a shaky hand to push the door open, just as he had done that night.]

[The older sibling closed his eyes as the doors opened. He could remember it well, how nervous he had been knowing that he had to stay put until Sasuke arrived. He had murdered their parents and stood before their bloody bodies until the sound of Sasuke's voice had made it clear he was home. He hadn't left, his eyes hadn't been able to rip away from where their parents had laid in their bloody and falsely glorified manner.

It had been so long since then. The room had to be empty. This wasn't their home. Repeating it over and over again in his mind wasn't making manners any better.]

[Sasuke took in a shaky breath when he found the room empty. He took another step closer so he could see more properly, but...

No blood stains on the wood. No outline where the bodies had laid for hours.

It was the same, but the same from before the massacre had happened, not after.

Sasuke couldn't help but let out the breath he had been holding in.]

Empty...

Edited 2010-01-03 01:40 (UTC)

[The hand on Sasuke's shoulder's tightened as he opened his eyes to look about the empty room. He was frowning. It was too easily comparable to their home. He didn't like it. Not because he feared it but because it represented something he was all ready in terms with.

Seeing it... it wasn't something he liked even if it didn't make him stop breathing.]

[Sasuke glanced up at Itachi at the squeeze on his shoulder. He glanced back into the room before reaching up to place his free hand on Itachi's and giving it a small squeeze.]

You don't like it, do you? The house.

What do you mean?

I just thought...that it would be nice to live in a place like home. There'd be more room for the cats, and the crows... And we wouldn't have to go back and forth anymore.

[Yes, Itachi, he's asking if you'd like to live here with him.]

Home.

[That word had lost its meaning to the Uchiha and he refused to consider that such a place existed. This house wasn't theirs and anything that reminded him of that specific past was better left aside. He frowned slightly as he turned to walk out of the room holding his response to Sasuke's question for a moment. The boy had been trying to get him to live with him for a while. Itachi just didn't feel right.]

You wish to live in a place similar to what you have lost. And here I assumed you would be afraid.

Edited 2010-01-04 18:38 (UTC)

[Sasuke watched him, deflating a little as he walked away.]

Just of that room... But, I wouldn't mind living here with you. Though I can understand if you don't want to.

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