[Unfortunately for both of them, Itachi isn't quite swift enough.]
[Sasuke's on his own way to find supplies - food, more than one set of clothes that fit (he's not sure why there are so many larger clothes in the apartment where he woke up, doesn't entirely believe that he could have been here before but older - that's insane) - when he spots the other. Just a glance, just the back of a brunet head and a familiar ponytail, but it's enough. His heart stops, his stomach lurches, and the whole world turns immediately upside-down.]
[No.]
[He isn't ready. He's not nearly ready for this; he hasn't even activated his Sharingan yet.]
[But that first reaction of sinking fear and horror only lasts a second before it's drowned in a boiling blood sea of hate. The rage wells up in his throat until he nearly chokes on it, until he sees through the red haze of it whether his eyes match the color or not.]
[The sword he found in the apartment is almost bigger than he is, but it's on his belt anyway because it was all he could immediately find. His unsheathing of the blade manages almost (but not quite) perfect silence as he wills his hands not to shake, and he ducks into a run at once, tunnel vision, blind to the streets around as he aims to stab his brother in the back.]
[Fitting. Especially if he can hit the other's heart.]
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[Sasuke's on his own way to find supplies - food, more than one set of clothes that fit (he's not sure why there are so many larger clothes in the apartment where he woke up, doesn't entirely believe that he could have been here before but older - that's insane) - when he spots the other. Just a glance, just the back of a brunet head and a familiar ponytail, but it's enough. His heart stops, his stomach lurches, and the whole world turns immediately upside-down.]
[No.]
[He isn't ready. He's not nearly ready for this; he hasn't even activated his Sharingan yet.]
[But that first reaction of sinking fear and horror only lasts a second before it's drowned in a boiling blood sea of hate. The rage wells up in his throat until he nearly chokes on it, until he sees through the red haze of it whether his eyes match the color or not.]
[The sword he found in the apartment is almost bigger than he is, but it's on his belt anyway because it was all he could immediately find. His unsheathing of the blade manages almost (but not quite) perfect silence as he wills his hands not to shake, and he ducks into a run at once, tunnel vision, blind to the streets around as he aims to stab his brother in the back.]
[Fitting. Especially if he can hit the other's heart.]