Title: A Gradual Distortion
Disclaimer: I do not own any of it.
Notes: this might become a series. Because I have a lot of thoughts on the little things involving the Uchiha family. I was inspired to write this when reading a fic that mentioned Itachi's blindness, but the idea that ended up being strongest for me (one that Ive had for some time) was the question of how the Uchiha family would have dealt with blindness, which I would imagine was quite common. Also, I would like to remind my readers (and most certainly myself) that Itachi, in many ways, was still a child.
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Going blind wasn't a sudden thing. It wasn't painful, alarming, apparent. He doesn't even remember when it first started to happen. Just that one day, an ordinary day, things he would normally have seen with perfect clarity, were a bit hazy. Letters on pages lacked the sharp edge which let the mind skip over them so easily, peoples faces seemed farther and farther away, the range of his peripheral vision became smaller.
If he had survived the Uchiha clan a few more years, he would have been told about the blindness. It wasn't something they discussed openly, was in fact treated like something dirty, secret, like a coming of age sexuality. As soon as it set in, the shinobi was "removed" from the line of duty. Quiet, low-key. Disappearances were common, and therefore went unquestioned.
Of course he was disturbed, but he had suspected for some time that it would happen. When it accelerated beyond his control, and he could sense his ability to function in everyday life deteriorating, he was afraid. Really, truly afraid, like he hadn't been since the first time he'd been told to kill. And at night, before he passed out after hours of restlessness, he prayed that Sasuke would get to him before someone else did.
Things were clear when he slept. His dreams (nightmares) began to seem more real than his waking hours, and when he woke he still expected things to focus after the initial blurriness of sleep. They never did.
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