A/N: Well, here's a drabble for you, ShiIta style.
Disclaimer: No, I do not own Naruto or any of it's affiliates. -.-
"Shisui."
Itachi spoke into the wind, no one to catch the sound though. The man
whom he spoke to was dead.
The whisper carried on until it hit the lips of a dark-haired man (Pale skin and red eyes. Uchiha traits.)
"Itachi" he whispered back.
A soft smile graces both their stoic faces (The emotions didn't need to be seen to be known.) Eyes even softened a little. Shisui's sharingan deactivated, showing pools of black the mirrored his cousin's.
A pale hand reached out to stroke a cold cheek and neckline. Then…Itachi pushed him downwards.
"I love you."