Make Me (The Monkey Game)

[~!Matty V!~]

Okay... so this is a random yaoi ItaSasu RP between Me and Mitchi. If you ask me the roles for the RP are pretty obvious as to who would be whoo.. xDD

Itachi~Mitchi
Sasuke~Matt (Me :3)

LET US GET STARTED.

[Mitchi-chan]

Wooty Woot~!

Alrighty sooooooooo~
Shippuden time plot 'cause I don't feel like raping my little ototou, but however a teen ototou is just fine.

:3



Itachi sighed, shifting in his chair as he waited for the younger Uchiha to make his way through the Akatsuki ruins and appear in the room. It wouldn't be that hard for the boy, considering how much his powers had grown, and it was amazingly easy for the aritecture to be deciphered. All he had to do was wait, his raven hair pulled over his shoulder, tied at the base of his skull tightly. THere wasn't a single fly away as he observed the area with his fading sight, black irises sweeping over the sand colored stones and the haphazardous territory they formed.

So this was the best he could find, oh well, his little brother was coming and it didn't have to look fancy. A snap sounded through the empty hall as he opened his cloak more, letting a single arm hang out in plain veiw. The black sleeves hump limply against his sides, filled with nothing but air as he slumped down farther in his seat, legs widening as an elbow propped against the chair's arm. His chin met his palm as a small sigh escaped his perfectly pink lips, stretching to form a smirk as he heard the pounding of feet not to far off, echoing towards him softly. It was growing louder, and it carried the right rythum to be Sasuke, spurred on by the hate that ran through his veins and consumed his mind.

Red slowly filtered into the the Uchiha's eyes and his tomoe spun widely, before settling into a soild formation around his pin point pupil, bathing the world in the clarity of the sharingan. Now is the time to be ready. He thought, fingering the hilt of his kantana, which rested sheathed against his stone throne. It was time for a small family re-union.

Teeth closed in on the soft, slick flesh of his bottom lip, just out of veiw as he raised both brows, wondering what was taking the other so long. Making a quick mental check list Itachi satisfied himself by counting kunai in his minds eye, taking into account the seven he had stolen in the past few hours, and the extras hidden in his clothing. Hopefully he wouldn't need to dip into those stores.

[~!Matty V!~]

Sasuke made his way through the ruins slowly as to not attract too much attention. His only wish was to avenge his brother, which he yet again was being provided the chance to do. Nothing would stop him from shoving multiple large shurikens deep into his brother's heart. A very different thought interupted the Uchiha's brain... how much more fun would it be to shove a kunai knife up his ass instead? Not only would it satisfy the boy's need for vengeance, but he'd also be able to play around a little before they got to real fighting action.

Sasuke carefully put one foot in front of the other, making the last step before his brother was finally visible to him. His knuckles turned white from the pressure of his hands curling into fists, his face raging red with anger. Itachi was sitting before him, his ravenblack hair cascading flawlessly from his head.

Sasuke looked up at him, meeting his eye contact fiercely. "Finally.." Sasuke whispered under his breath, low enough that the opposite Uchiha would just barely be able to make it out, but loud enough that he'd still be able to. Adrenaline and other hormones were raging through his body as he stared his brother down.

[Mitchi-chan]

Itachi smiled, a small smirk gracing his lips as he looked over his brother. The new clothes screamed of Sound Village influence, especially the open tunic top that was tied with the large purple cord. Shifting some, he pulled himself into a better sitting position, leaning forward so his elbows rested against his knees. "Kobanwa ototou." he stated in a smooth voice, chuckling some as he glanced over the other boy's appearance once again; taking in the new length of Sasuke's hair, the pale tone of his skin, and the red of his eyes he shrugged some. The boy was an Uchiha, through and through.

Pulling himself up and off the stone throne he pushed his bangs back with a slight flourish, the raven locks glittering as they caught the sunlight. His Mangekyou looked straight through the boy, reading what it could about the slight movements, the flickering of his eyes, the whiteness in his tightly clenched hands. Everything was taken into account, and filed away for later use. The information wasn't in anyway useful, but it was nice to know about his little brother, having not seen him for years. Yawning, he sighed and pulled his kantana, sheath and all, up from it's resting place to rest beside his hip.

"You've grown, Ototou. And you're appearance speaks of Orochimaru." he added with a cocked brow, his tone showing pure disapproval of the boy's most recent association and kill. Being manipulated, trained, most likely seduced by that pale failure of a shinobi pissed him off, pure and simple. This was his little brother, the boy he was sworn to protect by his [deceased] mother. Fingering the seam inside of his cloak, just out of Sasuke's view, he resisted the urge to fidget, knowing that it would show his uncomfortable disposition. He had bewen dreading this day.

The day that he was going to let Sasuke kill him.