"For Sasuke," Itachi's voice confirmed near his ear in a rippling murmur, while the world around them distorted and lazily flickered with the tell-tale signs of a genjutsu closing in around the two. Kakashi's kick was well-aimed and struck right through Itachi's stomach, sending out a shockwave of shadows that spread and dissolved around his leg only to dissipate and solidify again moments later.
Like stomping in a water-puddle, the image warbled and reformed blurrier than before. Itachi pressed in close and nimble hands worked to pluck away concealed weapons, discarding them to the floor one by one like a shower of deadly rain.
He jerked particularly hard at Kakashi's belt, frowning, gripping tight at the seam with a casual downward glance. "In the game of chess when a bishop reaches the far side of the enemy board, it returns a queen. The part you play began as a sensei and will end as Hokage. I rely heavily on your mercy on that fateful day Naruto does as he's been set up to do, and brings the avenger home."
He flicked a sharp fingernail into the dip of Kakashi's navel and traced it, his stare fiercely focused but blank, dulled with a sorrow he couldn't mask away even here in a world of his own creation, even as the master of an illusion meant to bend Kakashi to his will. Perhaps he'd lost his touch. Dying could do that to a man. "You're my last hope, when all else fails. It all comes down to you, they need you desperately. Without you Naruto has no steadying hand to guide him, without you, Sasuke will surely die and all will be lost."
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Date: Monday, 4 October 2010 12:50 am (UTC)Like stomping in a water-puddle, the image warbled and reformed blurrier than before. Itachi pressed in close and nimble hands worked to pluck away concealed weapons, discarding them to the floor one by one like a shower of deadly rain.
He jerked particularly hard at Kakashi's belt, frowning, gripping tight at the seam with a casual downward glance. "In the game of chess when a bishop reaches the far side of the enemy board, it returns a queen. The part you play began as a sensei and will end as Hokage. I rely heavily on your mercy on that fateful day Naruto does as he's been set up to do, and brings the avenger home."
He flicked a sharp fingernail into the dip of Kakashi's navel and traced it, his stare fiercely focused but blank, dulled with a sorrow he couldn't mask away even here in a world of his own creation, even as the master of an illusion meant to bend Kakashi to his will. Perhaps he'd lost his touch. Dying could do that to a man. "You're my last hope, when all else fails. It all comes down to you, they need you desperately. Without you Naruto has no steadying hand to guide him, without you, Sasuke will surely die and all will be lost."