Thread: Bound by Blood (captain levi & Razz)

td xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx tdtd Sasuke's rage only grew stronger when Itachi sidestepped out of the way, making it seem like dodging Sasuke had been the easiest thing in the world. Like it came as naturally to him as breathing, or blinking. It was infuriating that he wasn't strong enough Danzo had promised to him that he would be strong enough, so what the hell was this?! Why was this guy able to fuck with him like this? The ravenette mistook the question Itachi asked him as mockery, which only added fuel to the fire. Sasuke pushed his body, not caring even a little bit about the condition it might leave him in later, and turned to swing again. He didn't bother to answer the question his eyes said it all. Well until something distracted him. The man did not try and dodge the blade, this time catching it, to Sasuke's confusion. That, however, wasn't what his mind was focused on. The moment his blade sliced Itachi's palm open, the overwhelming scent of his blood filled the room. Normally, the medication Sasuke took was enough to suppress his senses, so he had never really been able to smell blood before. This blood was not regular blood, though. No, this blood belonged to his own relative. His older brother. It was common in the vampire world for family members to drink each others blood. As a mater of fact, it was considered odd if that didn't happen. It was an intense bonding experience, especially when a newborn drank his mother's blood for the first time. The newborn would feel what the mother felt, and would experience some of her fondest, warmest memories. Sasuke had never experienced that. He had never so much as gotten a whiff of his mother's blood, and even if he himself was unaware of it, his body was able to recognize Itachi's scent. It immediately had his mouth and throat go dry and cottony, his heart shuttering and eyes widening as his teeth started to ache. If not for the suppressant of the medication still lingering in his system, who knows what Sasuke might have done at that moment? Still, the way he seemed to withdraw at the scent, nostrils flaring and eyes now focused on the blood trailing down the edge of his sword gave it away. Sasuke was hungry. He did a good job at denying himself that, though, instead telling himself it was his illness catching up to him. But the man's words made no sense to him. How stupid did he think Sasuke was? Did he honestly believe that Sasuke would no longer see him as the enemy, just because he said so?? None of this was making sense! Why? Why would he even be saying any of this? What are you talking about? Uchiha ? Sasuke managed to snarl from behind his clenched teeth, doing everything in his power to ignore his painful thirst. He did not know his family name, but he knew that the Uchiha were a powerful clan of vampires. Danzo had managed to kill them off, luckily, which was an attest to his own strength. There was only one Uchiha that had not been slain, and it was in that instant that it clicked in Sasuke's min that this guy was that very same person. But why did he look so familiar? Sasuke's dark, narrowed eyes seemed to widen for a second when Itachi pulled down the collar of his cloak, revealing his face in it's entirety to the young man. There was simply no denying that the two of them held similar features. This, however, just confused Sasuke even further, leaving him at a total loss as the tip of his sword was guided to Itachi's throat. All he needed to do was thrust his sword forward, and that would be the end to this. So why was it that Sasuke felt frozen, his heart freezing for a moment at the sight of that smile spreading over the other's lips? The smile wasn't menacing or mocking. It seemed genuine. What the hell was going on here?! Shaking his head, Sasuke tensed, seeming as though he were read to plunge the sword into the other's throat only to stagger backwards, his breathing having grown hard and uneven at the bizarre mix of things he felt. He still wanted to kill someone, and his eyes still held that rage. But there was also his hunger, which he still blindly mistook for a side-effect of taking too long to take more medication. And, of course, there was the haunting fact that he looked so very much like Itachi. What is this..? His voice was near silent at first, but that anger never left his face. He took a nub step closer to Itachi, his sword dropping from his grasp as his hands shot out to grab at Itachi's collar and tug him closer while he snarled in his face. What the hell is this, huh?! Why.. why are you fucking with me ?? Sasuke glared directly into the red eyes of Itachi, trembling hands clutching his collar with all the strength he could muster at this point. This had to be some kind of trick. This bastard was playing mind games with him. After all, what the hell kind of pureblood vampire would make himself vulnerable like that? td