It was always his way of protection against the slipping of his mask-drawing a curtain against everyone else. That is the true reason he liked the rain. Anything strange saw in the rain could be blamed on bad eyesight, or simply the rain itself. Things such as the tears coursing down his face as he stood in the rain. Of course, most of the time it was less obvious, just a tiny tear shed for the all-consuming pain in his mind. And then he would always boost his morale by thinking about how his little brother was playing right into his plans so quickly, so that he would be able to give up his accursed life sooner. He almost smiled at the idea of release from the living hell of a life he had had for the past eight years. Regardless of the smile, the tears refused to stop. And he didn't mind. It would probably be the last time of his life to express his emotions as such. His strange action made his partner come over to check on him, and maybe this time it was more obvious, because it elicited a response from him. "Hey Itachi, I know it sounds strange because of how ruthless you are, but from here, it looks almost like you're crying," Kisame said. Itachi did not respond and ignored Kisame as he went on. Internally, he mourned the last chance to take off his mask, under the cover of the rain.