Itachi was quiet. Sometimes too quiet.
I would always wonder what he was thinking of. His past, his future, or none of the above. Was he thinking of what he did a few years ago? Was he thinking of his little brother? Was he thinking of the missions?
Was he thinking of me?
...
No, that would be impossible. Who would care about me, a guy with blue skin.
It's not blue, he would say. It's baby blue, and it looks good on you.
Heh. As if.
...
He's asking for a brake. I don't bother to argue with him, so I just take a spot next to him, leaning back against the rough bark of the tree. It's quiet, here in the woods. I didn't mind, but...
Stop worrying.
Fine... Don't yell at me, I protested.
I didn't yell.
Oh.
...
Itachi's falling asleep. That only means one thing. We're camping out for tonight.
I quickly set up some clones to keep watch, and tried to hide our little area here as much as I could.
It worked, and we were nearly invisible.
...
I tried to fix Itachi, who was still sitting up against the trees, his eyes closed.
He was a light sleeper, so this wouldn't be hard if I asked him nicely.
Itachi.
What?
We're hidden, and I set out clones, just in case, I told him.
And?
You're falling asleep.
No, I'm not.
Yes, you are.
I tried to convince him to lay down correctly before he did any damage to himself. He did as he was told.
I took the spot next to him, laying on my side, listening.
I could hear Itachi's light breathing, but other than that, there was no other sound in the darkness.