He still thought. Itachi thought too much, and his wants were secondary to Sasuke's needs. He repressed, dismissed, ignored them until they spiked unexpectedly to the surface at the worst possible time and made him do monumentally imbecilic things. If he hadn't poked Sasuke's forehead and spoken to him as a brother at the end, would he have turned from Madara and dismissed his revelations as the mutterings of a madman?
Better that Sasuke forever believed in Itachi's hatred, rather than letting the oil of his love slick Sasuke's wings to ground him before he had a chance to fly.
Better to be hated, the anathema of his clan, let them strengthen that revulsion and nurture it so his failures wouldn't become theirs, so they could spring-board from his descent and escape the darkness before it swallowed them as it did Itachi. Kakashi needed to rediscover that hatred as well, it would be so much better for the man to strip away guilt and regret and replace it with the fires of anger and righteous scorn. Better to be hated, better to have no wants of his own, if he'd only, if he'd only, if he'd only --
(But the very nature of repression meant those desires rose at the worst possible time and made him do monumentally imbecilic things.)
It hurt to breathe, and it hurt worse to listen to this. He closed his eyes to rob himself of sight, but Kakashi's words and the slick obscene noises of his hand gliding over hard, moistening flesh were picking up speed. And all that loathing, that grief (SasukeSasukeSasukewhy), that emptiness moved him to silence the man.
He could have, should have, tightened his genjutsu and tweaked it to rob Kakashi of a voice, but instead Itachi's mouth slanted over Kakashi's forcefully, biting its way inside to lick and steal his words with bruising force. He tasted like a bruise, ripe and purple and sore.
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Date: Wednesday, 6 October 2010 02:51 am (UTC)Better that Sasuke forever believed in Itachi's hatred, rather than letting the oil of his love slick Sasuke's wings to ground him before he had a chance to fly.
Better to be hated, the anathema of his clan, let them strengthen that revulsion and nurture it so his failures wouldn't become theirs, so they could spring-board from his descent and escape the darkness before it swallowed them as it did Itachi. Kakashi needed to rediscover that hatred as well, it would be so much better for the man to strip away guilt and regret and replace it with the fires of anger and righteous scorn. Better to be hated, better to have no wants of his own, if he'd only, if he'd only, if he'd only --
(But the very nature of repression meant those desires rose at the worst possible time and made him do monumentally imbecilic things.)
It hurt to breathe, and it hurt worse to listen to this. He closed his eyes to rob himself of sight, but Kakashi's words and the slick obscene noises of his hand gliding over hard, moistening flesh were picking up speed. And all that loathing, that grief (SasukeSasukeSasukewhy), that emptiness moved him to silence the man.
He could have, should have, tightened his genjutsu and tweaked it to rob Kakashi of a voice, but instead Itachi's mouth slanted over Kakashi's forcefully, biting its way inside to lick and steal his words with bruising force. He tasted like a bruise, ripe and purple and sore.