A/N: Drabbles. Drabbles that can't be drabbles since they appear to be too long- but they are drabbles. I don't know; figure it out on your own. Why am I doing this to myself?

Disclaimer: Naruto and such, belongs to Masashi Kishimoto and its other respected owners not me.

Title: Red
Rating: PG-13.
Pairing: ItaSasu. Kinda
Summary: They both wore red.

Their swords clash, and Itachi knows that this one time, he will not be the victor.

There is blood on his hands, in his hair, tainting his soul and he almost laughs meekly.

"I..." Sasuke says catching Itachi's attention again. There is blood on his hands, in his hair, and tainting his soul, as well. Itachi smiles slightly and Sasuke's eyes flash with hatred.

"...will kill you," their swords become unlocked, Sasuke arching his up, the bright silver flashing and Itachi recognizes it from the sword of that day.

"Red," Itachi murmurs, is eyeing the blood softly flowing down across his younger brother's face; his eyes... black again casually drawing out what will be the end.

"Does not suit you," Sasuke is thrown back, even if he wears an Akatsuki cloak as well, even if he has the same eyes, even if he is just as strong, it will not matter; Itachi scoffs- if he is not stronger.

Sasuke knows that as well.

The air is cold, and the night is near.

"Shut up," he says and he is not quiet, he is loud and thunderous, a storm. His eyes, the sharingan contorted, mixing into the red. Black is of his hair and clothes; his eyes are red are not like Itachi's anymore. "you…"

A cut to the red cloud on Itachi's cloak and Itachi returns the favor.

"Know nothing!" desperation and feeling, that was all his little brother had wasn't it? Feeling, without power would it be enough? No, Itachi thinks coldly it isn't.

But it is.

Soon he lies on the floor, the grass drowning in…

"A sea of blood," the boy's, the soon to be last Uchiha voice says quivering in complete horror. Sasuke's eyes are shaking- he is shaking. Almost frantically he clutches his shaking head, fingers twisted in dark blue strands. In denial he cries out. "Why?"

Itachi remembers that Sasuke is like a storm; the approach slow and dramatic, the arrival fierce and full of its long building ill-content. He can feel the beating of his heart slowing and for once his feels relieved.

"Why is nii-san in a sea of blood?" tears are running down Sasuke's face now and Itachi sighs. Even the end is not the end, and he finds while the burden has been lifted, he still cannot- will not go to the grave in peace.

Why was he not expecting this?

And it is Sasuke's fading voice which carries him into death.