[closed] too fast, never ask, if the life don't last

[eyeforaneye]

Who: Uchiha Sasuke eyeforaneye and planned dream-sharers!
When: Aereuer 13th
Where: Looking-Glass House
What: Memshares, man
Warnings: Violence, bodily harm, pharm drug references, child soldiers, child abuse, murder, drama, etc.

[ Sasuke's mirror is a dark, plain wood, one that appears gnarled with considerable age and without polish. Casual cr will see the twisting coils of serpent-like grooves down the sides of it, curved and nondescript. Closer cr will see those coils for what they truly are: roots growing downward from a large tree cresting the top of the mirror itself. His closest cr will see even more detail in the form of great beasts overtop those roots, a nine-tailed fox on one side and a skeletal warrior facing it on the other.

Itachi will be the only one able to see faces along the bottom, not just of his teammates but Itachi's and their family's as well... though these are scratched and faded, bearing dark stains over their eyes.

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[ While this may not be the first time tonight that he’s seen Sasuke as a child, the sight is still so unexpected and strange as to warrant a dramatic double take. Crouching down, he studies the boy with a sense of bittersweet curiosity. Are all kids this age so small? Maybe it’s an illusion created by the overlarge armor Sasuke swims in, or maybe it’s his own sentimentality playing tricks on his perception. Regardless, it feels impossible to imagine this child wielding that bow in combat, even knowing how stupidly capable and powerful his friend is in the current day. As if on cue, the memory of Sasuke fumbles the bow. ]

Relatable, [ he tells the boy wryly, moving to stand. ] “You’ll shoot your eye out, kid!”

[ There’s no one to hear him or understand his movie references. He sighs, scrubbing a hand over his face. Before he can begin to inspect the interior of the house, footsteps sound down the hall.

Fugaku’s presence is unwelcome enough to inspire a reflexive scowl from Stiles. It seems significant that he hasn’t seen a single memory from Itachi or Sasuke’s childhood without this bastard. Where the hell is their mother? Her absence in these memories is just as telling. Sneering, he watches the exchange between Fugaku and Sasuke with a critical eye, searching for any excuse to dislike the man more than he already does. Naturally, Fugaku doesn’t disappoint; when Stiles notes that moment of blatant hurt crumbling Sasuke’s face, he sees red. God, and he thought Rafael would win Worst Dad of the Year. The change in scene is almost a relief as he’s forced out of the house and away from Fugaku. What a garbage parent. Dickbag.

Outside, Stiles wills his boiling blood to cool. Given the sad reality of the situation, it’s all too easy to do. These two children are preparing to hunt and slay a boar, an animal that Stiles knows is considerably dangerous. Itachi can’t be much older than thirteen here. Worse, the palpable excitement and mischief from Sasuke is so heartbreakingly at odds with the stoicism of his current Mirrorbound self that Stiles feels sick. Obviously, something happened to change Sasuke – something that probably had to do with Itachi and their parents. When the memory ends, Stiles stands there in silence for a prolonged spell, heart heavy with melancholy.

This time, after he exits the mirror, he doesn’t reenter. He’s seen enough. ]