In Memoriam
Summary: It is the twenty-first century, but Itachi dreams of a time and a place long gone where tragedy, war, and deceit was the name of the game and the sky was the color of freshly spilt blood. Repetition, it seems, is the way of the world.
Modern World Reincarnation. AU.
1. Prologue
He is only thirteen when he finally and completely looses sight of the sun.
The granite is cold beneath his steady fingers even as unfathomable eyes stare passively at the gleaming headstone.
Uchiha Shisui
January 1, 1994 - January 15, 2010
A Beloved Son, Devoted Cousin, And A Loyal Friend.
There are no tears in his eyes, no outward show of distress. He is an Uchiha, after all. Pride is the vice that grips them all like iron while perfection is considered the ultimate goal.
Around him, all he can distinguish are a sea of faces carved from stone. There is only silence. There is no weeping and no warmth. Their expressions are as cold and perfect as the smooth stone before him.
His heart clenches painfully -in sorrow or in anger? He can no longer distinguish one from the other- but still, he feels no surprise.
After all, marble statues cannot cry.
He is Uchiha Itachi, and he is only thirteen when he looses sight of the sun.