Itachi was seated calmly, hands folded in his lap, one leg crossed over the other. He watched carefully as Sasuke entered, Sharingan already activated. He could feel the energy, the hate entering the room with him, as well. The anticipation. Sasuke had waited so many years for this, hadn't he?
But he looked exactly the same as last time, the same expression, the same intensity. If only Itachi had been able to see better last time - it was perfect, the way that Sasuke regarded him now. Perfect in that sick sort of way that it had to be.
Of course, Itachi hadn't heard about the policy about death here - he assumed this would be a one-time shot. He knew the Kyuubi's words were nothing more than words - though he threatened and told him to stay away from Sasuke, he wouldn't do anything about it. Itachi was sure he knew how important this revenge was to Sasuke - would he really go so far to screw it up?
No. And it wasn't like he'd be around to see what happened after.
His eyes, also bright in the dark room, flicked up to meet Sasuke's. He waited patiently, waiting for him to enter the room, to tell him how much he wanted to kill him. To remind him of his past atrocities.
"You came," he said, face devoid of emotion. He wasn't about to give himself away now, after so many years of deceit and lies.