Thread: Bound by Blood (captain levi & Razz)

Had he expected Sasuke to believe him? A wishful part of him did after all, he had spent so many years just waiting for the right opportunity to tell his younger brother the truth, but he supposed that would have been too easy. All Sasuke had known about his life and Itachi was like a screw driven too deep into his skull and it would undoubtedly take more than convincing words to persuade him to believe otherwise. Still, he was disappointed. He wondered if he really was too late and if the two would live the rest of their lives as sworn enemies, not brothers. Itachi had been careless, having been too obsessed with inventing the antidote for Danzo's medication that he hadn't thought of finding something to dispel Sasuke's viral hatred. Perhaps... they were destined to clash swords someday, he and Sasuke, but I never lie, Sasuke, especially if lying to you hardly benefits me in any way, he confessed. If his words weren't persuading enough, he supposed only Time would tell who Sasuke truly was as his blood lust consumed him whole. You're lying to yourself, denying who you really are. You don't have to believe me, I'm sure you'll see for yourself in a few minutes that you're not quite human. It tore his heart to shreds seeing Sasuke struggle so lividly with himself, as if Itachi was being forced to watch his own brother painfully transition from man to vampire. Even if it was for a split second, Itachi wondered if he himself had been blinded by selfishness to put Sasuke through this psychological and physical torture. If he had been short-sighted to believe that blood alone would bring Sasuke, a young adult who had been raised to despise vampires all his life, home. Perhaps... Itachi pursed his lips, black-painted nails curling into the healing wound of his palm until his frustrations felt far more distracting than the sting of his self-inflicted cut. He had never felt the need to do the unspeakable for Sasuke's good until now, when returning his brother to Danzo would put him at ease. Even if the bastard wasn't his biological father, Itachi had failed to consider that Sasuke had been given a home regardless, just like he himself had formed a clan to feel some resemblance of belonging. Perhaps he and Sasuke were destined to clash swords someday sometime in the near future and only then would Itachi lower his guard to put himself out of his own misery. Losing his parents and the place he dearly called home had been traumatizing, but feeling Sasuke slip out of his grasp a second time was unbearable. I can't convince you to believe everything you were told not to, the older Uchiha spoke, defeated. I am a little disappointed. I thought I could bring you home. He had brought Sasuke home over Kisame's shoulder and offered him shelter at the heart of the Akatsuki manor, but he hadn't understood the gravity of the word he spoke so freely until now. Surely, Sasuke couldn't truly feel at home surrounded by his killers, especially in front of the one who had murdered his parents in cold blood. Do you want to go back, then? Itachi asked, clutching his cloak tighter over his bloody arm. I'll have Kisame and Pain escort you out, and you could let all your human companions know that you've managed to nick Itachi Uchiha.