Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Not Unlike My Fantasy ❯ Chained Like the Spirits, He Sobbed ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

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He stood on the dais, fists raised high above his head and the braziers backlighting his robed form. Gripped in his right hand was a square of bloodied line, in the left the ceremonial dagger with which he had slain his kin. They lay before him, their slit throats grinning up at him even as their dead eyes stared lifelessly at the cave ceiling.
Behind them sat several figures, none of them fully defined. These outlines of shifting matter posed naked, the chains holding them here glinting in the flickering torchlight. They knelt, hands cuffed behind them with their heads bowed, and their knees spread wide before them. Yet at the far end of the line, there was one that was solid, fully human and alive. This one was young, much smaller than the rest, being that he was of a more recent generation than those slain. Chained like the spirits, he sobbed.
It was this creature that drew the gaze of the robed figure. The raised hands lowered and the dagger was set aside as crimson eyes that reflected the broken light stared at the child that huddled and wept among the spirits of his dead. Slowly, the crimson-eyed man stepped forward, the fabric of his robe swaying with each step and the tips of the long strands of his black hair brushing his hands where they hung.
He stopped in front of the crying boy, letting his scarlet gaze rest upon the child’s spiked locks. Seeming to notice the other’s presence, the shaggy head of ebon hair tilted to reveal red-rimmed crimson eyes, an almost mirror image of the pair they gazed into. Tears leaked slowly from them, trying to express the desperate emotions that had seize of their possessor. His soft lips trembled in the wavering shadow of the flames before they parted, letting slip a gasp before they composed themselves to ask a question that would never be fully answered.
“Why, nii-san? Why didn’t you kill me too?” Sasuke wailed. “Why did you leave me alone, nii-san?”
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Itachi awoke, gasping and yanking at the sheets over his head. Even with his eyes wide open, he still saw the images from his dream, heard the questions echoing in his ears. They left him slowly, returning him to his darkened bedchamber. He found himself clammy and sticky with sweat, unable to face the darkness and yet unwilling to bathe in the flickering glow of a candle’s flame. The thought of the wavering flame brought with it images of his nightmare, although most of the dream was true. The only created parts were the flickering flames and the chains their glow reflected from, as well as no visible spirits. That was all a figment of the nightmare. All the same though, he was unnerved by the idea. It was for the fifth time this week that he had found himself awaking from a nightmare where he relived the past, although details changed from night to night.
Pulling himself out of bed, he stood up and walked to his dresser in complete darkness, knowing each and every inch of the room by touch. He grabbed the first things of each type of clothing that he touched, after all, it was all the same. Shutting the last drawer silently he grabbed his Akatsuki robe from the wall hook and slung it over his shoulder as he made his way into the dimly lit hall in search of the bathroom. It was not long before he reached it, and he slipped inside, quietly shutting and locking the door behind him. There wasn’t much of a chance, but there was still the slight risk that one of the other Akatsuki members might wander in in want of an after-midnight piss.
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