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Conceived Sorrow
Warning: Male/Male. Angst
Chapter 1: Conceived Sorrow
Note: Italics = Flashback
A/N: I was listening to Dir en Grey’s Conceived Sorrow while writing this, hence the title. How unimaginative xD
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Year 2002
It was this day. The same date. The same horrible weather. The same pain.
Sasuke scowled and clenched his fists, ember eyes watched coldly as rain pelt the window in pattering torrents, the past lulling him under.
The day began with ominous clouds. Six years old Sasuke wandered aimlessly about in their huge mansion, searching for his older brother. He wanted to show Itachi just how much he has improved in archery over the month practice and gain his idol’s acknowledgement. Walking down the long corridor and pass the huge French windows, the brunette was distracted by some movement in the garden below. He turned and saw Shisui stormed into view, red-faced and flustered while being followed by Itachi.
“Ahh…Aniki” little Sasuke exclaimed, attention perking upon the appearance of his brother. He raised his small fists and thudded clumsily on the window, trying hard to catch the eye of his target but the ruckus was muffled by the thick glass. The child frowned and stopped his actions when he realized the two were having some sort of struggle. He watched wide eye as Shisui yelled something angrily at Itachi then attempted a punch. The other Uchiha simply dodged the attack in one fluid back step, and then twisted his best friend into a painful arm-lock, while looking calm and unruffled by the situation. Shisui grimaced in his uncomfortable position. He struggled to wrench his arms free and only succeeded with a clumsy elbow jab, which Itachi retaliated by letting go and moving a few steps back. The two stood part each other, one glaring daggers while the other stared impassively. Finally, Itachi spoke something which elicited a shocked expression from Shisui who bowed his head in defeat. The older Uchiha then walked away from the scene without looking back, and Sasuke was left confused.
Later in the afternoon, the sky had split open with heavy showers, rendering it a day unsuitable for outdoor activities. Sasuke was in the study room, cuddled in the comfy armchair while pondering over some difficult words in his brother’s book. He looked up, delighted, when Itachi entered the room. Strangely, he remembered the eerie red glint that flashed across the other’s eyes as lightning illuminated the room brighter for a brief second, and his greeting died prematurely on his tongue. Slowly, the older Uchiha approached him with soft measured steps, and as he came closer, Sasuke saw the unusual smile on his face.
“Aniki…?” the child stuttered, unsure and slightly creep out. With just a few meters apart, Itachi stopped and finally focused his haunted eyes on his little brother. His smile widened just a few notches into a tight-lipped twisted grin. Then, in one sentence, Itachi started his never-ending nightmare.
“Otou-sama, Okaa-sama and Shisui-kun are dead.”
The memory burnt. Sasuke could never quench this indescribable anger for that single tragedy. Slowly, he dragged his gaze to the unforgiving heavens and stared hard, questioning and hurting.
He wished he could blame someone for everything.
TBC
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Chapter 1: Conceived Sorrow
Note: Italics = Flashback
A/N: I was listening to Dir en Grey’s Conceived Sorrow while writing this, hence the title. How unimaginative xD
==================================================
Year 2002
It was this day. The same date. The same horrible weather. The same pain.
Sasuke scowled and clenched his fists, ember eyes watched coldly as rain pelt the window in pattering torrents, the past lulling him under.
The day began with ominous clouds. Six years old Sasuke wandered aimlessly about in their huge mansion, searching for his older brother. He wanted to show Itachi just how much he has improved in archery over the month practice and gain his idol’s acknowledgement. Walking down the long corridor and pass the huge French windows, the brunette was distracted by some movement in the garden below. He turned and saw Shisui stormed into view, red-faced and flustered while being followed by Itachi.
“Ahh…Aniki” little Sasuke exclaimed, attention perking upon the appearance of his brother. He raised his small fists and thudded clumsily on the window, trying hard to catch the eye of his target but the ruckus was muffled by the thick glass. The child frowned and stopped his actions when he realized the two were having some sort of struggle. He watched wide eye as Shisui yelled something angrily at Itachi then attempted a punch. The other Uchiha simply dodged the attack in one fluid back step, and then twisted his best friend into a painful arm-lock, while looking calm and unruffled by the situation. Shisui grimaced in his uncomfortable position. He struggled to wrench his arms free and only succeeded with a clumsy elbow jab, which Itachi retaliated by letting go and moving a few steps back. The two stood part each other, one glaring daggers while the other stared impassively. Finally, Itachi spoke something which elicited a shocked expression from Shisui who bowed his head in defeat. The older Uchiha then walked away from the scene without looking back, and Sasuke was left confused.
Later in the afternoon, the sky had split open with heavy showers, rendering it a day unsuitable for outdoor activities. Sasuke was in the study room, cuddled in the comfy armchair while pondering over some difficult words in his brother’s book. He looked up, delighted, when Itachi entered the room. Strangely, he remembered the eerie red glint that flashed across the other’s eyes as lightning illuminated the room brighter for a brief second, and his greeting died prematurely on his tongue. Slowly, the older Uchiha approached him with soft measured steps, and as he came closer, Sasuke saw the unusual smile on his face.
“Aniki…?” the child stuttered, unsure and slightly creep out. With just a few meters apart, Itachi stopped and finally focused his haunted eyes on his little brother. His smile widened just a few notches into a tight-lipped twisted grin. Then, in one sentence, Itachi started his never-ending nightmare.
“Otou-sama, Okaa-sama and Shisui-kun are dead.”
The memory burnt. Sasuke could never quench this indescribable anger for that single tragedy. Slowly, he dragged his gaze to the unforgiving heavens and stared hard, questioning and hurting.
He wished he could blame someone for everything.
TBC
I love reviews. *Hint hint