Blood rushed up from his throat, then spilling out his mouth as a sword was pulled from his abdomen. The metal gleamed and shined as if it were pure, though it was a tool used for sin. Pale hands hung at his sides, not daring to reach out for the figure before him.

The figure glared at him with something akin to disgust and hate. The character cleansed his weapon with a white cloth, after, he flung the rag away from him. The rag landing at Itachi's feet.

Itachi fell to his knees, no longer able to hold his own weight. The young adult didn't even bother to care for his wound as he was too preoccupied staring at his little brother with wide eyes and dilated pupils.

"Why, Sasuke?"

"I want power."