maddeningsilence:

_{The tainted discord that escaped that escaped Madara’s body in a laugh that would have given others chills upon their flesh. A barking mad laugh almost that it seemed, his heart had been cast in darkness long ago. But even so the fluid motions of which the other spoke were like that taint that had casted shadows upon his heart. It was as if he was talking to a twisted mirrored version of his younger sibling.}

_{The shadows of hate had consumed and eaten the flesh of this kin unlike his manipulative sibling. Madara seemed to part his lips into another sneer as the barking laugh disappeared from his lips. Curling his fingers forward he beckoned the boy, hook line and sinker into the pits of his jaws. Casting the amber of a fire.}

_{“Speak of a petty brother, prodigy even that had casted his whole life into flames. Of a promise that he dared to keep for a pathetic excuse of a shinobi. What an ignorant child Shisui and your brother were thinking they could keep among a village that did nothing but what to persecute our clan for whom we were.” He could feel the spike of charka from the other, but it was of no concern, he was a child in his eyes.}

       _{“A weak man he was, Itachi keeping promises that were meant to be broken,}

                            _{and the whispers that had destroyed him in the end.”}

               _{His words, like knives. Cutting through the resolve Sasuke had only just begun to develop. As if his sanity had never existed in the first place, an almost twisted grin made play upon pale folds. “Stop talking.” Voice piqued with clear irritation, vehement, almost. There was truth within those words, a hidden agreement that Sasuke would never admit to. Brash, violent, enraged dactyl shot forward, taking a prominent larynx into his grasp. Squeezing, constricting, choking what bit of air was left within his lungs. But to sturdy himself close to an older form, heat rising upon his features as insanity came crashing through what little composure he had left.}

               <sub>“You are ignorant. You know nothing about my brother. You know nothing about me. You’re nothing but a feigned God, living in a world that no longer needs you - that never needed you.” It was almost as if he was no longer himself. Taken completely by the rage that was built up inside. He’d snapped. A crack in the veil of sanity that was ever so thin.

               His thumb applied much pressure to his throat, ridding vocals of their malicious intent. He could no longer stand hearing it, hearing his voice riddled with such truth - with such lies. “Fuck you.” An utterance between a growl and glare, agile fist rumbling its force straight into the left temple of his adversary. They were from the same clan - originated by hatred and rage - all of what Sasuke constantly felt. Of what he constantly dealt with inside. But inside.. he was truly nothing but the epitome of what was left of his clan; vengeance.

               Madara knew how to play this game well. He knew how to push buttons til there was nothing left but the drilling hole of madness. He could feel it creeping up the length of his spine, as that other hand was brought to ring around his throat. Eyes gleam with a familiar red - a purple aura surrounding his being as Susano'o’s guard held around him. He wasn’t stupid, just rash, right now. He knew the impending doom coming his way from such an irrational grip. “Slander Itachi’s name again.. And I will rip your heart out and make you devour it.”</sub>