Shisui's POV
I walked down to the lake where me and Itachi always played as children. Even though we are still classified as such, Itachi is far from being a child. I knew this day was coming, and I welcome it. He is the stronger of the two of us. Ever since Madara started using Itachi for his plan, and told him about the Mangekyo, I knew this day would come. Sighing, I stepped into the calm waters.
"Shisui, I have to do this. If I don't, Madara will kill Sasuke." His voice cracked slightly as he emerged from behind me.
"…I know." I muttered softly.
"You will always be my best friend." Itachi said, an unruly tear streaking down his face.
"And you will always be much more than that to me. Now please do what you have come here to do." I said sadly, I had just confessed to him that I loved him, and I will never get to know if he ever will feel the same. In an instant, his hands were at my neck, forcing me into the cold water and making me gasp. Before he shoved my head deeper into the freezing cold, he placed a warm kiss on my lips. He always could surprise me. I chuckled as I gazed into his sad eyes. I'm glad I wasn't the one who was chosen by Madara. I get to be released from my burdens while Itachi still suffers, this is hardly fair. All of my air escaped as water filled my lungs quickly, my throat burning like fire. I saw Itachi's blurred face above the water, a sad expression as usual as tears dripped on the surface of the water, making an elegant dance of small circular waves. Itachi was always beautiful, beautiful and powerful. I smiled lightly as my world turned to darkness and consciousness left me to die. I guess some things just can never be.
Itachi's POV
I couldn't believe it, he was smiling. Smiling as he sank to the bottom of the lake, this very lake where we met. I couldn't help but weep as I saw him float away into darkness, so at peace, a fittingly dramatic death for the most dramatic person I ever knew. I sacrificed my best friend for my brother who I want to hate me. He should hate me. Any sane person would, but not Sasuke. I don't know whether he's too stupid to hate me or just too caring. Either way, Shisui is dead, as is a little piece of me as I opened my eyes, revealing the Mangekyo Sharingan. I guess this is the hardship of life as a pawn. I wiped away the tears with my hands and trudged out of the murky lake, wishing I could take back all the pain I caused to him. Maybe things are set in stone. It was burned into my memory, his beautifully sculpted perfect face easing into the dark waters, smiling at me, as if to tell me it's alright. He did worry about me too much. I guess some things just can never be.
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