Mikomi: Fragments Through A Shattered Mirror
Title: 1 - Language
Rating: K+
Characters/Pairings: Itachi, Kisame, Mikuuni, mentions the Yondaime
Warnings: A small amount of fluff, a good dose of melancholy and reminiscence, and Itachi crying. Terrifying.
Words: 351
Written To: ... Iunno. I wrote this ages ago!
Summary: Some of Kisame's words have some unintended effects on his new partner
Kisame was not a quiet sleeper. This, Itachi found out not too long after he joined the Akatsuki. Kisame would toss and turn, murmur things and talk to himself. At times, whether on missions or back at base, Itachi would hear Kisame muttering things in his sleep, in a different language to the standard one that was taught throughout the elemental countries.
One night, as Itachi lay back beneath the stars, he heard Kisame murmur, "Atterai, tsukani. Atterai, isk to plae, tsukani. Atterai, Mikuuni..." Itachi started, he remembered those words! As he slipped into slumber, a memory unwantedly surfaced.
It was the day of the Yondaime's funeral, and all of Konoha had turned out to say their respects. Itachi was only five, but the enormity of this situation had hit him, and the little Uchiha had somehow been separated from his family. That had been three hours ago, and Itachi was wet, from the seemingly never-ending rain, cold, scared, and tired. So he did the logical thing for a five year old: He sat down, and started to cry. All of a sudden, he found himself wrapped in warm arms.
He turned around and hid his face in a damp shirt, whilst a voice murmured to him soothingly, "Atterai, tsukani. Atterai, isk to plae, tsukani. Atterai, Itachi – san." He looked up, and saw the mismatched eyes of Nameshaste Mikuuni, the Yondaime's last surviving team mate. She had spoken to him in her native language, Runic.
"What does it mean?" Itachi had asked, a little later on. Mikuuni had looked at him, a tad confused.
"What does what – Oh, what did I say to you? Well, roughly translated, it means 'Cry, little one. Cry, it'll still be alright, little one. Cry, Itachi – san.' Roughly translated, that is." Itachi leant into her chest again, and let the tears flow, for one of the last times. Thin arms snaked around her muscled midsection, and clutched tight. White hair cascaded down around them as Mikuuni bent her head, finally allowing her tears to flow as well.
Unseen to the world, one single tear slipped out from underneath a closed eyelid, and traced a path down a pale porcelain cheek, and dropped into the dirt. Kisame would never know the effect that those words had taken on his young partner, and that was fine by Itachi.
AN: So there you go, the first of 20 oneshots concerning the Akatsuki. All said, I'm pretty happy with this, except that it took me an HOUR to get this out, but meh. I liek it anyway.
Ja ne, Keeps