November::27
Fandom: Naruto
Characters: Itachi and Madara
Summary: Do you remember how we pulled stars from the sky? Do you remember how they burned out hands?
Warnings/Ratings: 2 of 3
Do you remember how they burned out hands?
"I see you, old man." Uchiha Itachi doesn't turn his head, but keeps gathering up his kunai, each slammed into a precise point of the clearing.
Madara keeps his high perch. "Old man? Didn't your parents teach you manners?"
At ten this child had promise untold. At thirteen, as he turns his red eyes onto Madara, the man knows something.
"I see you, Uchiha Madara."
This is a child that will one day surpass even him.
"Ah, a little one who listens too hard at his bed time stories? Shame, you should know better than to mock old men. I could be a tengu of the woods." Madara leans forward to cock his orange mask at the boy. Itachi's eyes, no smaller than they were, blink slowly. Purposefully. He is not frightened by you, intimidated or awed.
The child entrances Madara. Oh, these years he has far surpassed his gangly cousin, growing in harmony with every part so that at thirteen, he hardly looks out of place in any way. How Madara would have laughed at Izuna for choosing the lesser child as Itachi soared past his common cousin and took to the skies with flaming wings destined to burn them all. Izuna would defend his protege by saying Itachi was too unstable, too bright, too hot, too anxious and earnest. Too everything, for he looks at his cousin with the world and heaven too in his eyes.
"If you are a tengu, I have nothing to fear." Itachi's smile--small quick quirk of the lips--barely registers before Madara feels the kiss of metal at his neck. The breath of fear, the cold realization of death immenent he has not felt in years. "Cats fear no birds."
Itachi's speed is more than he had guessed. Perhaps more than the genius of the mirage he still clings too with childish fists? Madara can respond with more skill, but he halts the blade inches from the arrogent child's throat, longing to shove it into that pale column, and see those passive eyes turn frantic.
Izuna would laugh and say that was why Madara never was a good teacher, if he were still alive.
"Teach me." The child demands, knowing he has gotten the better of the old man lurking in trees. Madara looks at the large red eyes, the pale cat face, and he smiles. Teach this child who will leave him behind in the next few years? Teach this child who will drive him mad with jealousy and paranoid fear of that knife in the back?
"How can I resist such elegant persuasion?"
Better chained to Madara's side than flying free over the waters with his cousin.
Characters: Itachi and Madara
Summary: Do you remember how we pulled stars from the sky? Do you remember how they burned out hands?
Warnings/Ratings: 2 of 3
Do you remember how they burned out hands?
"I see you, old man." Uchiha Itachi doesn't turn his head, but keeps gathering up his kunai, each slammed into a precise point of the clearing.
Madara keeps his high perch. "Old man? Didn't your parents teach you manners?"
At ten this child had promise untold. At thirteen, as he turns his red eyes onto Madara, the man knows something.
"I see you, Uchiha Madara."
This is a child that will one day surpass even him.
"Ah, a little one who listens too hard at his bed time stories? Shame, you should know better than to mock old men. I could be a tengu of the woods." Madara leans forward to cock his orange mask at the boy. Itachi's eyes, no smaller than they were, blink slowly. Purposefully. He is not frightened by you, intimidated or awed.
The child entrances Madara. Oh, these years he has far surpassed his gangly cousin, growing in harmony with every part so that at thirteen, he hardly looks out of place in any way. How Madara would have laughed at Izuna for choosing the lesser child as Itachi soared past his common cousin and took to the skies with flaming wings destined to burn them all. Izuna would defend his protege by saying Itachi was too unstable, too bright, too hot, too anxious and earnest. Too everything, for he looks at his cousin with the world and heaven too in his eyes.
"If you are a tengu, I have nothing to fear." Itachi's smile--small quick quirk of the lips--barely registers before Madara feels the kiss of metal at his neck. The breath of fear, the cold realization of death immenent he has not felt in years. "Cats fear no birds."
Itachi's speed is more than he had guessed. Perhaps more than the genius of the mirage he still clings too with childish fists? Madara can respond with more skill, but he halts the blade inches from the arrogent child's throat, longing to shove it into that pale column, and see those passive eyes turn frantic.
Izuna would laugh and say that was why Madara never was a good teacher, if he were still alive.
"Teach me." The child demands, knowing he has gotten the better of the old man lurking in trees. Madara looks at the large red eyes, the pale cat face, and he smiles. Teach this child who will leave him behind in the next few years? Teach this child who will drive him mad with jealousy and paranoid fear of that knife in the back?
"How can I resist such elegant persuasion?"
Better chained to Madara's side than flying free over the waters with his cousin.