Itachi’s gaze brushed over the younger Uchiha, hate and frustration snapping his temper with every beat of his heart. The hawk felt as if the eye-contact was slowly belittling him, as if the look was pushing him away, silently, and effortlessly. Their eyes met in a deep stare, every inch of Sasuke desiring the blood of his brother, to finally get the revenge he longed for, so much more now that Itachi was within his reach. He gritted his teeth together, a noise escaping his jaw like a ship, grounding to a halt in water no longer deep enough to keep it afloat. His glare narrowed as the elder Uchiha began to speak, his voice slow and patronising, steadily infuriating the avenger with every syllable.
“You’re allowing your emotions to get the best of you- just like you did once before.”
His tone was thick and throaty, every word wallowing in glory. It churned the hawks stomach to think of his elder brother being the dark and vicious murderer that he was, but it twisted him further to think of his brother expecting Sasuke to do nothing, as if time would heal the gaping hole in his chest where his mother and father formerly were but more importantly, the older brother, his beloved older brother. He’d changed.
There was nothing of the playful, loving Itachi in the eyes that met his own, and Sasuke too had changed, his stares were empty to those who did not know his pain, and to those who did, they were dark, sinister, and capable of unimaginable lengths if it meant achieving that one goal. Aphotic eyes shifted from the fellow Uchiha’s and scanned him over, a swift look, once up and once down, a displeased and disgusted look met his features as he took in the stature before him.
“You expect me to feel nothing?!”
Itachi’s wrist curled inside the hawks grasp and the arm elongating it tugged away, the younger Uchiha flashing a step closer, this time his grasp tighter and deadly serious.
“I will kill you Itachi, even if it means losing everything I have ever had, none of that will compare to redeeming the Uchiha name, you are scum!”
His voice was straining as he screamed at his brother, closely stood, almost nose to nose and it pained Sasuke to not pretend this was all a game, and that this had all been a nightmare, dragging on for unhealthy amounts of time, but reality was darker than that, his eyes were closed to the fun that he had once cherished, he had found his place in the darkness and would prove himself once and for all when he would finally end his older brothers life for everything he had done.
Itachi’s dark gaze wavered none as it stared down at its owner’s younger brother, the younger brother whom he had abandoned all those years ago at a corpse-strewn street at Konoha Village, the very same younger brother who had vowed to kill him and avenge the deaths of those slain that very night. Even after his comment concerning the unstable state of the boy’s emotions, which would only serve to be his downfall if he kept making decisions according to what he felt at that very moment, Sasuke persisted- if anything, the years-long rage that Sasuke harboured grew, and insurmountably so. If Itachi had felt the sting that came with Sasuke’s words, he made no indication that he did.
The long-haired Uchiha had long resigned himself to dying at Sasuke’s hands, had planned it himself, in fact, and though he had beaten the boy down barely a few days ago - a memory that he would most rather not return to - and easily so at that, Sasuke now appeared to be at just about the right age to be able to defeat him in battle- convincingly, at the very least.
But still - at this, Itachi narrowed his eyes a margin - though he would have allowed Sasuke to have his battle if the boy had approached him any other time, considering their current circumstances where both students and teachers alike were milling about in the hallway, he was not about to allow the chances of anyone getting grievously injured or worse come to pass— especially not over a clone of himself, of all things. It had been but a simple task to subdue young Sasuke, he doubted that the same could be said for the one that was currently standing right in front of him. Almost absently, he wondered if Sasuke had taken the safety of those around him into account, or had his emotions blinded him so fully that he had lost sight of that?
“I expected you to have learnt from your past mistakes,” the answer slipped past Itachi’s lips easily, accustomed as he was at maintaining a hold on his emotions, even though the restrained murmur within said otherwise.
“—But it appears that that alone is too much to place much hope for.”
The tightening of Sasuke’s hold on his wrist affecting him none - he had endured pain much greater than this - Itachi decided that it was about time for him to depart before the situation escalated to such a point that it would get out of hand. While Sasuke was in extremely close range, he did not want to risk the possibility of the boy employing the use of a large-scale jutsu. And so it was with a steady gaze and a voice of cool, collected calm that Itachi addressed Sasuke once more- to impart a few more words before his departure.
“If you have already obtained the same eyes as mine, perhaps you ought to add some common sense to the list of what you require if you want to best me in battle- should you seek me out again.”
“Till then, foolish little brother.”
It was with that that the clone of the elder Uchiha dispersed into a flock of crows, the birds flapping their wings as they flew out of the hallway rather noisily, much to the shock of the students and teachers.
The sound of raised voices woke the girl that morning, angered shouts were echoing down the corridor from the rooms of the other girls but she didn’t pay much attention. As usual she busied herself with getting dressed for the day, the school issued skirt much tighter on her legs than usual making her feel even more uncomfortable. She considered leaving it behind but she was pretty sure he wouldn’t be too happy with her if she did so, the pinkette crinkled her nose in annoyance, but if it made him feel better she’d put up with it.
Shoes in hand she padded barefoot out of her house, avoiding the strange and irritated faces on the way, and followed the familiar path to the other’s dorm. Eyes were tracked to the vibrant green of the school grounds, grass cool against her feet though the hair falling across her face blocked her vision in an annoyingly unfamiliar way, catching in her eyelashes and tickling where it brushed against her nose. A hand reached up to brush it behind her ear only to find it stubbornly falling back against her cheek.
She slipped on the shoes, or at least tried to finding they gripped too tightly on her toes, as she reached the steps of his dorm. Pushing open the door she was greeted by an array of weird looks not that she could see why, it was standard for her to stop by here before classes after all. Paying them little attention she bounded towards the closed door of his room, a smile lighting her face as she drew closer. Trying the handle she found the it locked, smile faltering for a second she instead raised a hand to slam against it. “Nyu!” The deep sound caused a flash of confusion to cross her face though she was quickly distracted by the opening if the door. Grinning she jumped forward tackling the… smaller… figure to the floor a flash of pink flooding her vision.
The students were certainly rather loud today, Itachi could not help but note as he sat up in his bed, fuchsia eyes already scanning their surroundings after he’d managed to rub away some of the bleariness as well as the sleep away.
And extremely so.
Wondering what it was that could possibly cause such a ruckus this time - the students and teachers of Tancho Academy alike were prone to their fair share of rowdiness, so this was not something that was particularly out of the norm - Itachi reached up to brush several strands of hair away from his face, but stopped abruptly when he caught sight of his… hand? He blinked, wondering if the remaining dredges of sleep were affecting his mind, but no- he still saw that same dainty hand, the skin tone a few shades fairer, and it moved in sync with his commands. And if that was not enough to perplex him, what cascaded down his shoulders weren’t raven, but pink tresses, and his chest - his gaze dropped, apprehension growing —
Panic managing to spike within him, it really was a task to maintain his usual composure, his expression schooled as details of his surroundings became more and more obvious in his fully awakened state, the curling of his fingers into the material of the bed sheet the only indication of his inner emotions. Outside the window, he managed to catch sight of students, those that he was familiar with - at least in their overall every day behaviour as he barely spoke to others, preferring to keep to himself - behaving in a rather bizarre manner. And what he saw in the mirror was not his own reflection but— that girl’s. The digging of his fingers into the sheets deepening, Itachi wasted no time as he pulled himself out of bed and immediately got dressed. Another one of Tancho’s equally bizarre school events? Most likely. After all, there had beenzombies roaming about school grounds not too long ago. Now, the next step that he ought to take should be—
Speak of the devil.
Bracing himself as he opened the door - by now, he was more than familiar as to the way Nyu had the tendency of greeting him - he was promptly tackled and embraced by a raven-haired man, whose very weight managed to throw him off his balance, petite and lighter of weight that he was in his current form. A sharp pain at the back of his head, Itachi wincing ever so slightly at the impact. That alone was enough to momentarily distract him from the fact that his double was currently lying sprawled atop him.
“Nyu,” he managed, once the pain had abated some. “What are you doing?”
Mizuki was usually chipper, unless aggravated by someone, especially Tomoe, or when his Kami or his friends have been threatened. He may look it, but he is no pushover. He probably wouldn’t be able to win against Itachi though.
“I’m just a little bored,” he sighed. “So what ‘year’ are you?” he asked, wondering if they had any classes together.
If he was taken aback by the lack of hostility that greeted him, Itachi Uchiha did not allow it to come to surface, choosing to instead handle all acquaintanceships the way he had always done - with his usual analysing, stemmed from wariness born from living in dangerous circumstances for years. The other seemed quite alright thus far.
“I’m in my senior year.”
“I take it that you’re the same as well?”
” well it seems like many more of you have once again followed me “, she said as she crossed her arms.
” well greetings to you all. hopefully we’ll be on alright terms and wont have too much trouble with each other “, she said with a nod.
And here was someone who appeared to be more level-headed - from what he had managed to assess thus far - than those he had stumbled across and caught sight of here at Tancho Academy. Then again, the teachers of this institution were generally more calm.
Still, even if she was rather amiable, Itachi found no reason to deign a reply, other than offering a brief nod of acknowledgement to her.
Being greeted without a single hint of hostility was something that needed some getting used to on Itachi’s part- if ever.
Swarming crowds of students greeted his gaze as aphotic eyes dashed in between the many conversations being held along the wall he was now fiercely pacing down. His jaw was held sternly and tightly as dismissive glares were passed from stranger to stranger. It was only then that the onyx globes of light belonging to the hawk reached the figure that they recognised.. His focus was purely on the man before him, unforgettable, the fuel to the hate and anger that embedded itself deep inside the Uchiha, the murderer, his only intention for the last 9 years of his life.. His blood boiled with an untrustworthy pain throwing vivid flashbacks into his mind, memories that seemed impossible to shift, the blood on his own brothers hands made him sick.
Watching the elder Uchiha in his attempt to flee the area he fastened his pace and stormed towards him, his arm grasping his wrist inside the clasp his fingers had formed tightly. How could his brother dare to show his face here? Why did he think he would get away with everything he had done? .. It was then that Sasuke began to speak.
“Now who’s the foolish one?” with a step closer the grip he had on his brother became tighter, as if he was holding a small animal between his fingers and was slowly stopping it from breathing, the suffering feeding every sinister part of the Uchiha’s body..
“You’re not escaping Itachi. I will kill you and you will pay for everything you have done, you will not hinder my revenge any longer!”
Unsurprised that his brother had managed to catch sight of him - Itachi had, after all, taken that possibility into account when he had chosen to have this task undertaken - Itachi released an inaudible exhale of breath, attention shifting onto the raven-haired young man that was currently holding his wrist captive. His behaviour could easily be likened to how he had been after seeing Itachi for the first time after several years. Reckless, and driven by emotion- something that would surely be Sasuke’s downfall if the boy wasn’t careful. Itachi could remember that day clearly, and he hoped that Sasuke had at least learned from his previous mistakes; he could not risk repeating them all the time, not if he wished to become stronger.
“So I’ve heard,” Itachi said dryly, his tone frustratingly calm given his position. “And I believe that my answer to that remains unchanged.”
“You’re allowing your emotions to get the best of you- just like you did once before.”
If only it had occurred to his little brother that the one whose wrist he was gripping so tightly was not, in fact, the original Itachi- but rather, his clone. After receiving information pertaining to Sasuke’s scheduled arrival, Itachi had taken the necessary precautions in dealing with the matter. One, it was to gather as much information as to Sasuke as possible, thereby decreasing the chances of them crossing each other’s paths, especially in areas that would surely pose a risk to the safety of the other residents. Two, it was to employ the use of a clone in confirming that it really was his younger brother that attended this unusual school— though he could not exactly say that his findings were what he had expected. Gaze sweeping across Sasuke’s features once more, Itachi could not help but to again note how much he had grown.
Lifting the hand that Sasuke was currently holding in his grip, Itachi gave it a swift tug.
“Refrain from underestimating your opponents, if you wish to ever obtain that victory you so crave.”
“Goodness…!” he breathed to himself, looking back at you, “How many people are going to think I’m popular…?” Looking at you head-on, he smiled brightly. “Kon’nichiwa~ I’m Mizuki, senior. O genki desu ka~?”
… The other student, Mizuki, certainly was a rather cheery individual. This was a change; normally, people chose to keep their distance when it came to Itachi.
“Mizuki-san,” he acknowledged, cool gaze assessing him.
“My name is Itachi. Things are fine on my end- what of yourself?”