Title: Blindfold
Year: 2008
Type: Drabble, one-shot
Pairing: Itachi x Sasuke
Word Count: 731
Rating: T
Disclaimer: Will never ever own Naruto. Sadly?
Summary: takes place after chapter 385 and maybe 386 :P. Spoilers on 384-385 so far.

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When I woke up something soft covered my eyes, it kept them closed, restricted and obviously sealed. I could feel cold air brushing against my bruised skin, my whole body hurting.

Each and every muscle still edgy at the past effort, while I could feel several broken bones, kept me on the floor.

It hurt so bad, my mind screamed the word agony as if I was writing it on my own skin with my Kusanagi all together with induced Chidori waves spreading and taking over all my senses.

But I wasn’t. That’s when I remembered the battle that had issued only a short while ago.

Itachi and I, finally we met face to face for real, we had been fighting trough Sharingan illusions deceiving each other the best we could, taking advantage of any weakness.

Eventually, Itachi started speaking. After years, almost a life denying me the truth, he was just there standing in front of me and spilling it all.

Surprisingly enough, he was actually giving me the answers to all those clouded doubts I had accumulated in little more than seven years. I wasn’t just confused nor hit by a sudden enlighten. I was overwhelmed.

Could it be that a nightmare got worst at the very real daylight surrounding us both? Could it be that reality, as Itachi defined it, was impossible to conjure up at all?

Yet, it was. In fact, it has been all but a tragic dream. It was a cold, calculated and perfectly tied up plan. What was I?

The golden tool, the perfect key that would take him to success, the realization of a selfish plan, that’s what I was.

How much can fate, be twisted anyway? How much can Life, be fooled by a couple of mortals?

Here I am, darkness my eyes and eating it all away. Engulfed in deep thoughts, slight cool air still brushing over my beaten up body; is wind itself feeling pity for me? I feel the urge to cuddle but I stop. There’s nobody here to take me into his arms.

A deep hole soon enough forms in my chest. I was empty, I was made empty and shall remain like that, a simple core void of any will. Then, why did I fight so much?

It is faint, but I hear it. Soft and strong steps make their way towards my spot. Who would be walking here with all the blood we splattered around and the thick dust all around the place?

Could it be … my savior?

A sparkle of light tries to warm up my soul and I wait.

That so called-savior stops next to me. A soft rustle of fabric is heard as the figure comes down and fingers pass over the blindfold but ignores it at the very least. They keep trailing down until they reach my lips.

‘Who is there? Who are you…did you come to save me?’ I feel like asking yet, no words cross my lips and suddenly my ears capture the sound of steady breathing getting closer.

Only a short moment later, the breathing comes as close to my face as it can. Soon enough, it is skin that brush over mine tracing a path down my cheekbone. It’s only a short destination until lips close onto dried ones. Mines.

A pained moan escapes my throat, what’s going on? Do I look like I need to be kissed right now?

“I can be not only your doom but your savior as well. Brother.”

“I-Itachi” anger rises in my unexpectedly recovered ability to speak.

“Shuu-Sasuke. You’ve made me a whole again. Now, let me pay you back.” He speaks so carelessly, as if everything was right.

The blindfold falls, almost gently but darkness remains, eternal darkness.

I can’t react nor think at all. All I know is that I’m blind. There are no more eyes on my face.

Neither coldness, nor bitter looks I could give people again. No more blood-red eyes reflecting in my owns, all I feel is his lips when he kiss me again while embracing my broken body into his strong arms.

“I’ll be your savior now, Sasuke” he repeats and I feel like drifting away.

-owari-