Thread: Bound by Blood (captain levi & Razz)

Danzo certainly had done an impeccable job turning Sasuke into a vampire hunter whose instincts were now honed to kill at the first sight of the Akatsuki's signature attire dotted with ominously crimson clouds. He recognized the rage that blazed in Sasuke's eyes though and knew he must feel the same way he had once felt all those years ago when the younger Uchiha had been taken from his arms. How could he forget that immeasurable anger and the desire to avenge what had been taken from him? It just pained him more to witness Sasuke reduced to that same fate, brainwashed to believe that his own older brother was the cause for their parents' deaths and their livelihood. If only he had been sooner, he thought. If only he had been brave enough to face Sasuke with the guilt of having lost him to Danzo in the first place. These thoughts crippled and addled his mind, but Itachi dodged the clumsy swing of Sasuke's sword easily, not counterattacking, just as he had promised. If Sasuke wanted to deplete his own energy going at him with stamina he so clearly lacked, Itachi wouldn't mind. It was easier draining his strength through physical exhaustion than doing so himself. You'll kill me, Sasuke? he confirmed, just a few steps from the younger male now. He moved almost as if he was floating on thin air, his supernatural abilities allowing him to execute superb agility. Even his crimson irises played a role in detecting Sasuke's reflexes and kicking his own to be one step ahead of his opponent. Sasuke too, would have been much more powerful, perhaps to the point of being on par with Itachi himself, but Danzo's medication had quite literally suppressed the peak of his potential. A shame. If anything, Itachi had wished Sasuke would have grown to surpass his expectations of him in combat. Are you not even remotely curious as to why or how I know your name, Sasuke Uchiha? His reticent gaze remained still, the bottom half of his face concealed behind the raised collar of the Akatsuki cloak. The resemblance between the two was striking even if only half of Itachi's face was exposed. Itachi didn't evade the next attack instead, his bare hand flashed out of the cloak and grabbed the blade of the katana. Any attempt made by a human to stop a surging blade would have costed them a limb, but Itachi was clearly no human and possessed an incomparable strength than that of his mortal brethren. Still, crimson blood stained Sasuke's katana as Itachi gripped it tighter, his grip firm enough to keep the weapon immobilized. If you kill me, you'll regret it years from now, Sasuke. I'm not your enemy. I never was. He was smiling a bit under his cloak, amused to see how much Sasuke had grown, and how ironic this situation was to be their fate. But I don't blame you for believing so. Danzo must have been very convincing for you to turn your blade against me. He lowered his cloak, resting the tip of Sasuke's blade against his collarbone where one purposeful swipe or jab could easily draw blood, and lots of it. If Sasuke wanted to kill him, now was his chance. Itachi had been a difficult bounty even for the most astute and skilled of vampire hunters, untouchable even by the Akatsuki themselves, but now he was willing to put his life in the hands of his vengeful younger brother. So you tell me, Sasuke, he tilted his head, a small smile tracing over his lips. Who am I?