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Huddling Place
Reposting stories that I'm allowed to archive, but are friendslocked. >.>
Huddling Place
bymidnightdiddle/Hey-Diddle-Diddle
Itachi had a huddling place. It was the far left corner from the door, a few feet away from the window. Itachi had been there for over an hour now, head resting on his knees, blood oozing from the black cloak to the floorboards.
"Kisame," he finally said, his pale hands clasping around his legs.
Kisame didn't move, just blinked slowly, mouth partially open. "Itachi-san?"
Itachi was quiet for a moment, hands tightening. Kisame looked at Itachi's hands, at the fingernails with chipped teal. If Kisame squinted, he thought he could see still see blood crusted around the fingernails, drying and flaking beneath the nails.
"Do you remember your parents?" Itachi asked, voice careful. Kisame blinked again, breathing shallowly as his side burned.
"No." Kisame thought briefly about moving forward, a little bit closer to Itachi, but his body refused. He let his head rest against the side of the bed, closing his eyes for a moment.
"Neither can I," Itachi said after a few moment, voice low and slow. Kisame let out a breath, opened his eyes again.
"Why do you ask, Itachi-san?"
"He remembered my parents."
Kisame could see a flicker of Itachi's eyes, black irises that hadn't been red for what felt like a very long time. Kisame wondered, for a moment, what Itachi saw in his head.
"Do you think," Itachi asked, "now that he's dead, no one will remember them?" Itachi struggled to his feet, his hands holding onto the wall for balance. Kisame watched him cross towards the bed, hand hanging until it hit the edge of the bed. Itachi's fingers slid along the sheets on the bed, until they brushed against Kisame's shoulder, and then Itachi knelt, mouth next to Kisame's cheek.
"Will no one remember me," Itachi murmured, black eyes fuzzy, "when you're dead?"
Kisame let out a shallow breath, lungs burning, and closed his eyes.
Reposting stories that I'm allowed to archive, but are friendslocked. >.>
Huddling Place
by
midnightdiddle/Hey-Diddle-DiddleItachi had a huddling place. It was the far left corner from the door, a few feet away from the window. Itachi had been there for over an hour now, head resting on his knees, blood oozing from the black cloak to the floorboards.
"Kisame," he finally said, his pale hands clasping around his legs.
Kisame didn't move, just blinked slowly, mouth partially open. "Itachi-san?"
Itachi was quiet for a moment, hands tightening. Kisame looked at Itachi's hands, at the fingernails with chipped teal. If Kisame squinted, he thought he could see still see blood crusted around the fingernails, drying and flaking beneath the nails.
"Do you remember your parents?" Itachi asked, voice careful. Kisame blinked again, breathing shallowly as his side burned.
"No." Kisame thought briefly about moving forward, a little bit closer to Itachi, but his body refused. He let his head rest against the side of the bed, closing his eyes for a moment.
"Neither can I," Itachi said after a few moment, voice low and slow. Kisame let out a breath, opened his eyes again.
"Why do you ask, Itachi-san?"
"He remembered my parents."
Kisame could see a flicker of Itachi's eyes, black irises that hadn't been red for what felt like a very long time. Kisame wondered, for a moment, what Itachi saw in his head.
"Do you think," Itachi asked, "now that he's dead, no one will remember them?" Itachi struggled to his feet, his hands holding onto the wall for balance. Kisame watched him cross towards the bed, hand hanging until it hit the edge of the bed. Itachi's fingers slid along the sheets on the bed, until they brushed against Kisame's shoulder, and then Itachi knelt, mouth next to Kisame's cheek.
"Will no one remember me," Itachi murmured, black eyes fuzzy, "when you're dead?"
Kisame let out a shallow breath, lungs burning, and closed his eyes.
