Their Reprieve

“And they’d probably still make louder jokes in the backyard.”

                 "Isn't there a jutsu we can use to glue his mouth shut?"

"I suppose you’re right about that,"he murmured before giving the other a genuine smile,"How’ve you been otouto?"

               That blade was so easily drawn from his body, kusanagi falling to the ground with little to no care at all. Brows furrow in disgruntlement, jaws folding together in a grit as he inevitably fell to the grovel. Sanguine coughed from his throat, staining his adversary’s footing as he drew nearer. An almost light of panic struck Sasuke’s visage before he was kicked, forcing him to roll over. “Unngh-!” More coughing, more blood. Everything just seemed to throb with immaculate pain as he simply staggered to pick himself up, ever so fruitlessly.                A pity indeed. He couldn’t allow it to end here, not without a fight. Not without some retaliation and relent. That foot so callously pressed to his body was grabbed with much force, ignoring the pain for just a second if only to pull the other forward. Balled fists at the ready, had already begun to swing forward and gnash their way into Madara’s throat, his other arm struggling opposite to reach for his blade. It was no use, it was too far, and each time he moved he lost more blood. He couldn’t leave this world without making his mark on the man whom had murdered him in cold blood.                “No..” A refusal to give in, forceful, bloody fingers grabbing at the man’s face and taring claw marks into the near perfect complexion in a pathetic attempt to cease him for just a moment.                With such a valid distraction, he dove forward and took hold of Kusanagi’s hilt, slashing it with sloppy intent, only to mar itself deep into the elder’s cranium at its side, diving straight into the flab of his ear. It wasn’t much, but any pain caused to Madara would satisfy him. He pulled it forward once he heard the slice of flesh, he only thus tore away at that flab of dermis and ripped it from his head. He knew it wouldn’t do much but anger him, but blinding him with rage may actually benefit him.

               All of this happened within mere moments of the blows, though it felt as if the entire situation occurred in slow-motion, but the adrenaline began coursing in his veins, and the mad man that was Madara allowed his instinct to take over in this fight. The man’s muscled arm quickly raised until it felt the younger Uchiha’s wrist in its grasp, and he squeezed it in a vice-like grip as he tried to control the motions of the hand wielding the kusanagi. “Nice try.” He croaked, excitement oozing from the man’s damaged voice. With that, the man’s other hand balled into a fist and struck Sasuke’s cheek as Madara’s knee met with his stomach with all the force his strong legs could muster.

      “I’m an adult. I do what I want.” B|

— { ♣ } — “Couch or divorce, which do you prefer?”

                     "How about the back yard?"

"He’s making bad jokes with Sakumo-san."

"….Father has made a friend encourage his tasteless behavior.."

    "What do you mean..?"

A jealous Itachi watches as Shisui whispers sweet sweet uchiha things into little Sasukes virgin ears

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everyone has it, but no one can lose it.

          “My attention span is fine - my interest in your conversation is what’s lacking.”

                     "Well, aren't we full of reciprocated wit today?"

                                - Shakira, Can’t Remember To Forget You

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