Dream ЖЖ 002
{ooc: This dream occurs on March 15 following this log. If your character was not in the game at the time, they would not have been able to see this. All responses/calls to Itachi will go straight to voicemail.}
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“It’s for the good of Konoha.”
Repeat these words. Let them echo and strengthen the resolve to do what needs to be done.
“If you don’t, someone else will and the whole village will know the Truth. Will the Uchiha weather the scandal?”
Listen to their words. Listen well. It must be done. No one else can do this. No one else cares enough. No one else will sacrifice this much.
Look out into the bustling streets-watch the children playing and the people smiling. This clan is a strong clan-a proud clan.
"No matter what, you will be stigmatized. Outcasted. At least this way you can prove your loyalty to the village. Even if only we know."
Step forward into the district that encompasses all this clan holds dear. The thick wooden gates screech softly as they shut with a booming thud. No one takes notice at first, but when one does, many do. It is as if the entire clan is staring.
“If you do this…you will become the sacrificial lamb. Are you prepared for that?”
The kunai flies so quickly that the man it strikes has no time to blink, before he falls limp with the dark metal between his eyes-eyes as black as his own, but never as jaded, nor stained red with power and responsibility. Dozens of mirrors reflect confusion, then horror.
They scream, they run-the barrier erected around the entire compound holds their terror within, blocking their cries from the ears of those without. No one hears-no one cares.
This clan…must disappear.
It is too easy. They are weak, no match for the judgment that has been brought down upon them. Show no hesitation. There can be no second thoughts.
The adults will cause the most resistance, but they are still too weak to save themselves. The One outside, holding everyone in, will make sure that no one can enter either. He will make sure the mission will be completed.
"I...will do what needs to be done...in order to protect Konoha."
Don't think. Don't think of the red in your vision that is not the power of the Sharingan. Don't think of the strangled cries and whimpers of the masses littered across the grounds. Don't think of the tearful face of the child no older than-
Focus. Focus on the mission-on the objective. This clan must disappear, and with their extinction, their horrid secrets will fade away into the unknown histories of the village hidden in the leaves. The clan could not bear the humiliation, the degradation of its failure...
To spare them-the clan must die.
So let it be done quickly, let them feel as little pain as possible-the only mercy that can be provided.
In less than an hour all of the others are gone-only they will remain. They do not move from where they were left earlier that day-before everything began-kneeling on the floor of the dojo, eyes glazed, minds lost to the power of the Mangekyou Sharingan. Know that what they see in their minds is a happy vision of what could have been-of what the family-the clan-should have been.
"Itachi? Itachi, dear, what's wrong? Why won't you look me in the eyes?"
Don't look at their faces. It's easier this way. Remembering the look on her face-the understanding, the acceptance, the forgiveness-
Focus. Focus on the mission-on duty to the village above all else.
And this is for them. Because only someone who loves them this much should be allowed to do this. Only someone willing to sacrifice everything and anything-for this clan, this family, this home-would ever be worthy enough to make the final blow.
They fall, their eyes never regaining sight or understanding, slipping straight away into death-Was that a smile on her face? No impossible, impossible. The blood mingles, forming a trickling river, flowing with the slightest tilting of the polished floors towards the-
A noise at the door. Hear him calling.
No...NO.
"Sasuke...Don't come in!"
It won't stop him. He's too much an Uchiha, too much the son of the head of the clan and brother of the prodigy-a prodigy in his own right.
He isn't supposed to be here. How did he get in? The barrier should have kept him out-
Madara. Madara planned this.
And now he is here. Now he too must-
No. NO.
But it must be done.
It can't be done. Not him.
Justify it. Someone needs to live. Someone who will one day be strong enough to take back the honor-who else could be more perfect? More worthy?-and see the clan avenged.
He can do this. Only he can do this.
Don't think of his face. Don't think of the look in his eyes-Why Nii-san? Why?-or of the anger and hurt in his voice before he falls. Don't think of the wetness that is wiped away in the fleeing. It is not tears. There are no regrets. There can be no regrets.
Notice the barrier is missing. Others will arrive soon, there is no time to stay, to make sure he is safe.
Return to the Tower. Use the mask-ANBU white and markings of a bird of prey-to blend in. Wait. News comes soon. Robes flutter in the wind. The wide hat hides his face until it's removed, dropping it to the side. Head down-don't see the look in his eyes. Follow the protocol. Begin to kneel-
"You left him alive."
But there is a break in the routine.
"...Yes."
Silence. Wait for the response. What will this man do? Or will the others be the ones who decide to-
"He will be fine. The council will not be able to do anything to him. We owe you...the both of you, at least that much."
A hand on a shoulder-but the attempts to be soothing and supportive are wasted. That is not the purpose for this meeting. Back away. Kneel. Follow the protocol.
"Crow reporting. The Uchiha coup d'etat has been suppressed. The threat has been removed...permanently. Mission Complete."
Don't look up. The wetness dampening the mask is not tears. There can be no tears. There can be no regrets.
It is all for the good of Konoha...
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*screen goes black as dream ends*
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“It’s for the good of Konoha.”
Repeat these words. Let them echo and strengthen the resolve to do what needs to be done.
“If you don’t, someone else will and the whole village will know the Truth. Will the Uchiha weather the scandal?”
Listen to their words. Listen well. It must be done. No one else can do this. No one else cares enough. No one else will sacrifice this much.
Look out into the bustling streets-watch the children playing and the people smiling. This clan is a strong clan-a proud clan.
"No matter what, you will be stigmatized. Outcasted. At least this way you can prove your loyalty to the village. Even if only we know."
Step forward into the district that encompasses all this clan holds dear. The thick wooden gates screech softly as they shut with a booming thud. No one takes notice at first, but when one does, many do. It is as if the entire clan is staring.
“If you do this…you will become the sacrificial lamb. Are you prepared for that?”
The kunai flies so quickly that the man it strikes has no time to blink, before he falls limp with the dark metal between his eyes-eyes as black as his own, but never as jaded, nor stained red with power and responsibility. Dozens of mirrors reflect confusion, then horror.
They scream, they run-the barrier erected around the entire compound holds their terror within, blocking their cries from the ears of those without. No one hears-no one cares.
This clan…must disappear.
It is too easy. They are weak, no match for the judgment that has been brought down upon them. Show no hesitation. There can be no second thoughts.
The adults will cause the most resistance, but they are still too weak to save themselves. The One outside, holding everyone in, will make sure that no one can enter either. He will make sure the mission will be completed.
"I...will do what needs to be done...in order to protect Konoha."
Don't think. Don't think of the red in your vision that is not the power of the Sharingan. Don't think of the strangled cries and whimpers of the masses littered across the grounds. Don't think of the tearful face of the child no older than-
Focus. Focus on the mission-on the objective. This clan must disappear, and with their extinction, their horrid secrets will fade away into the unknown histories of the village hidden in the leaves. The clan could not bear the humiliation, the degradation of its failure...
To spare them-the clan must die.
So let it be done quickly, let them feel as little pain as possible-the only mercy that can be provided.
In less than an hour all of the others are gone-only they will remain. They do not move from where they were left earlier that day-before everything began-kneeling on the floor of the dojo, eyes glazed, minds lost to the power of the Mangekyou Sharingan. Know that what they see in their minds is a happy vision of what could have been-of what the family-the clan-should have been.
"Itachi? Itachi, dear, what's wrong? Why won't you look me in the eyes?"
Don't look at their faces. It's easier this way. Remembering the look on her face-the understanding, the acceptance, the forgiveness-
Focus. Focus on the mission-on duty to the village above all else.
And this is for them. Because only someone who loves them this much should be allowed to do this. Only someone willing to sacrifice everything and anything-for this clan, this family, this home-would ever be worthy enough to make the final blow.
They fall, their eyes never regaining sight or understanding, slipping straight away into death-Was that a smile on her face? No impossible, impossible. The blood mingles, forming a trickling river, flowing with the slightest tilting of the polished floors towards the-
A noise at the door. Hear him calling.
No...NO.
"Sasuke...Don't come in!"
It won't stop him. He's too much an Uchiha, too much the son of the head of the clan and brother of the prodigy-a prodigy in his own right.
He isn't supposed to be here. How did he get in? The barrier should have kept him out-
Madara. Madara planned this.
And now he is here. Now he too must-
No. NO.
But it must be done.
It can't be done. Not him.
Justify it. Someone needs to live. Someone who will one day be strong enough to take back the honor-who else could be more perfect? More worthy?-and see the clan avenged.
He can do this. Only he can do this.
Don't think of his face. Don't think of the look in his eyes-Why Nii-san? Why?-or of the anger and hurt in his voice before he falls. Don't think of the wetness that is wiped away in the fleeing. It is not tears. There are no regrets. There can be no regrets.
Notice the barrier is missing. Others will arrive soon, there is no time to stay, to make sure he is safe.
Return to the Tower. Use the mask-ANBU white and markings of a bird of prey-to blend in. Wait. News comes soon. Robes flutter in the wind. The wide hat hides his face until it's removed, dropping it to the side. Head down-don't see the look in his eyes. Follow the protocol. Begin to kneel-
"You left him alive."
But there is a break in the routine.
"...Yes."
Silence. Wait for the response. What will this man do? Or will the others be the ones who decide to-
"He will be fine. The council will not be able to do anything to him. We owe you...the both of you, at least that much."
A hand on a shoulder-but the attempts to be soothing and supportive are wasted. That is not the purpose for this meeting. Back away. Kneel. Follow the protocol.
"Crow reporting. The Uchiha coup d'etat has been suppressed. The threat has been removed...permanently. Mission Complete."
Don't look up. The wetness dampening the mask is not tears. There can be no tears. There can be no regrets.
It is all for the good of Konoha...
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*screen goes black as dream ends*