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Orochimaru does some handseals, but because Itachi has his back turned, he cannot see which seals. Then Orochimaru reaches out, and lifts Itachi’s chin to expose his throat. “Like this. Lean against me, if you like.” He is most gentle, and every word is spoken as if every syllable is meant to be a verbal kiss to Itachi’s ears.

He takes Itachi’s wrists, and then leans in. He opens his mouth, and he thinks about how compliant Itachi has been so far. Let me, Orochimaru had said. Itachi had given him permission.

Orochimaru loves power.

Orochimaru’s fangs appear, and he sets out to bite Itachi on the soft spot between his collarbones, at the same place he gave Kimimaro the Heaven seal. Sasuke-kun survived the seal, so Itachi-kun (with his improved health), surely will too.

Oh, the hubris. 

The reaction is immediate. Itachi whirls his arms around to knock Orochimaru off, but it is too late. The tainted chakra is already spreading through his system, and his attempt at a scream is cut off by the pain centering around his heart.

He clutches his chest, whipping his head around, vision blurring. Adrenaline courses through his system, and panic kicks in. The Sharingan struggles against the pain, flickering rapidly tomoe swirling together.

Amaterasu is his reflex of choice. Anything that might create any sort of barrier between himself and Orochimaru, back hitting the wall and body sliding down, unaware of just how large a mass of flames he’s created. Underground, no less.

Will he live through this? Itachi isn’t even sure– he doesn’t know what this is. Except it’s the most pain he’s ever felt in his life, and Orochimaru lied to him. 

Maybe he’d been the one that was played; Orochimaru knowing this entire time that he was trying to use the admiration against him. These are his last thoughts as he manages to lean on his side and completely empty his stomach, falling unconscious afterwards, breathing ragged and labored.