Complain
Summary: As a child, Uchiha Itachi did not complain. He would not complain when the Elders decided upon the Uchiha massacre. Nothing escaped his lips as he brought the blade down on his mother. And even then, he didn't complain.
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As a child, Uchiha Itachi didn't complain.
He never whined for more sweets or new kunais. Nor did he grumble about the limited amount of time spent with his younger brother. And he never raised a single complaint against the rigorous training that pushed him until he almost fainted in fatigue.
(But he had once protested against the killing. And the response he got was a bright yellow smile and a blue eyed answer, "Don't worry your head over it, kid. I'll stop them.")
As a teenager, when most his friends went though the most problems with their parents, Itachi only argued with his parents twice.
Once with his mother when he just turned thirteen. Over the cutesy shapes she molded the rice balls into and how that was not "cool" anymore. The men in the ANBU did not treat him as a captain when he came to lunch with rabbit shaped rice balls and egg rolls with eyes cut from carrots.
Once with his father when he was thirteen and a half. Over the coup their clan was attempting to enforce and how it would lead to war and destruction and maybe the Fourth Great Ninja War. The village's civilians were finally forgetting the fear of Kyuubi's attack and it was unwise to push the Third as they were.
(Oh yes, that half a year changed him from a child to an adult. Most of it happened overnight when Sasuke would crawl into bed with him and snuggle into his side. When Itachi realized that this was what he had to protect.)
He would not complain when the Elders decided upon the Uchiha massacre. Itachi half kneeled on the wooden floor and merely listened. Listened and listened. But he wouldn't say anything until the very end.
"Hai. I understand."
With that he stood up and left. Even then, in the confines of his room, Itachi did not complain.
Nor did he say a word when he dressed appropriately that night. Snapping on his ANBU gear with practiced ease, Itachi just thought of the task ahead of him. Without making a sound.
Nothing escaped his lips as he brought the blade down on his mother. Itachi didn't even grunt as he disposed of his father. There were no vibrations in his throat as he slaughtered his lover, no, not even for her.
(His lips were pursed tightly together in a thin line and his throat tightened with each swing of the blade. His vocal cords were tense, very tense. Afraid that if he relaxed, his voice might betray him and reveal all the screams and cries deep inside.)
Watching the Sharingan spin in his brother's eyes and the will power that the little boy forced out to chase him and attack, Uchiha Itachi let himself cry as Sasuke finally fell unconscious.
Itachi remembered letting out a frustrated scream, cursing fate, the village, his family, and himself.
That had been the only complaint he allowed himself to utter.
Then he had disappeared into the night quietly. The only truth he said that night came in the form of a soul wrenching cry.
Uchiha Itachi only spoke the truth once more after that.
"I'm sorry Sasuke…this is the last time."
And even then, he didn't complain.
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A/N: Woah, this did not come out how I wanted it to. Oh well, at least it was better than the crap I wrote before. :D
So many Itachi things going through my head right now. Damn I have like another one too.