An Itachi oneshot. READ AND REVIEW! It's not very good, but yeah, It was an idea I had to get out.
The Pain That Never Leaves
Kisame woke with a feeling of surfacing from a deep sea. He tried to deny the fact that he was awake, but slowly the cold crept under his blankets.
Then the blue man realized that it was the middle of the night. He grasped Samehada, every sense alert. He searched for the sound of Itachi's breath in the bed behind the screen that divided the inn room—and found nothing. What on earth had happened?
Kisame carefully levered himself out of the bed, praying it wouldn't creak. It didn't. He stood on the floor, sword in hand, and listened. There. A tiny hitch of breath, coming from the balcony. He peeked around the screen…And saw something he never thought to see, ever.
Itachi was weeping. He was leaning against the balcony railing, shoulders shaking. He had something in his hand—it glowed, the colors flickering. Kisame couldn't see what it was.
Kisame whipped his head back around the screen, out of Itachi's sight. So he does really have emotions…But what the hell is he crying about?
The tall shark-man could hardly go up and ask Itachi. Most likely he would tie Kisame to Samehada and throw him in the river.
Kisame grinned. He knew the perfect jutsu.
The drop of water clung to the flame, as if it were moss on a tree. The chakra fire, barely a glow, would let Kisame see everything that the drop of water passed.
With a few final hand signs, silently executed, the water flew away, around the screen.
Kisame closed his eyes.
Dark. Light. Wood floorboards. Moonlight. Itachi still was crying, even harder now it seemed. The glowing object flickered more slowly. Quickly the water drop floated above the Uchiha's head.
It was a picture crystal. Very rare. It holds images that are projected onto its face when the user pours his chakra into it. And on the crystal was an image of a girl, only about thirteen, laughing. Beside her stood a teenage Itachi, his arm around her waist. He was laughing too.
Kisame almost opened his eyes in shock. Itachi's girlfriend?
The image changed. Now it was a family of four. A young woman, a man a few years older than her, and two little boys. One was Itachi, and the other was that little brat who had tried to pull a Chidori on Itachi a few years ago. It had to be Sasuke Uchiha, so Kisame supposed that the two adults were his parents. Itachi looked a lot like his mother, but had his father's swarthy skin. Itachi's trembling hand almost dropped the crystal.
Another change. Now Itachi was a little older than in the last picture. He stood, dead-panning the camera, with his genin team. Rain poured down on them, flattening the hair of all three young shinobi. Tears splattered the surface of the crystal.
Now the crystal showed The Girlfriend again. Kisame noticed something this time. She wore the Uchiha crest. But Itachi stood beside her again, clutching a cup of steaming tea. An empty dango stick hung from The Girlfriend's lips. They were in a teahouse in Konoha, the one where Itachi and Kisame had eaten at when they went to the Leaf.
Itachi clenched his fist around the three-inch gem, the glow fading.
Kisame opened his eyes with a jolt. He could hear Itachi opening his bag, probably to put away the crystal. Almost inaudible sobs floated to Kisame's ears. He hated to see Itachi, the one man he truly respected, so miserable. But he could do nothing about it.
Kisame lay back down on his bed, thoughts whirling.
Itachi had to kill his parents…I knew that. But I never knew he had to kill his girlfriend too…And he still cries after all these years…
WOW, that was so sad!
But I HAD to get out that idea!
R & R!
