Insecurities (Best Friend?)
Shisui isn't sure what to say when Itachi comes up behind him in an almost undetectable whisper, his ponytail swishing against his back. His first thought is a distracted-he really needs a haircut. The second is whether those mission reports were supposed to be turned in already…
"Shisui." In a show of feigned surprise that is only slightly exaggerated, he turns his eyes away from the water. Itachi is tense, scowling and playing with his hair in an almost feminine way. He runs his pale, slender fingers through his dark bangs once, twice, and again, until he seems to come to the realization he is fidgeting, and his arm falls stiffly to his side.
"Shisui, I have something to ask you."
"Anything, Itachi." The boy doesn't relax at his amiable tone. Instead, the hand reaches back up for his hair and he strokes it with the gentle touch of comfort to a frightened child.
"Am…am I your best friend?"
"Of course Itachi."
The pale face withdraws into a pinched, pondering look (which Shisui interprets as Itachi's rarely used expression of relief) as he nods, excuses himself, and escapes quickly into a whirl of leaves.
Shisui stares after him for a second, grinning slyly at his friend's actions. It was hard to imagine the calm killer as an insecure adolescent, but undoubtedly reassuring. Itachi is human after all.
He turns back towards the river, sighing in annoyance as the water gurgles agreeably, and admitting-damn, they were due today.
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This is what happens when I try to write an English essay that's not due the next day. You get random, pointless drabbles full of typos.
-Empress