Title: The Price of Revenge

Author: Sintari

Rating: K

Words: 100

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.

Since he was seven, Sasuke has seen his brother on every target he's aimed it. Glimpsed him from the corner of his eye in every shadow he's ever boldly walked past.

Itachi is in the red and black whorl of a bloody shuriken, and the shape of the clouds when Sasuke bothers to look up.

Even now he's here, with Orochimaru breathing evenly in the next room, as Sasuke stands before the bathroom mirror wearily regarding the distinct lines that have appeared beneath his own eyes.

Sasuke sees Itachi's face everywhere.

It's his mother's that he can no longer remember.