Rain, rain, go away, come again another day.
The rain pummelled down hard onto the skylight above Itachi's bed. He sat cross-legged directly underneath the high window, using the light from the sky to illuminate the book he studied. No matter how hard he tried, it was just impossible to concentrate. Angry, he threw the book across the room, and his eyes flashed red rage.
Taking a deep breath, Itachi calmed himself. It was pointless to be studying anyway; he already knew the techniques the book covered. He lay back, the darkening sky shedding irregular shafts upon his face. His head sank into the pillow, and he let his mind wander for a few minutes- a dangerous move…
It was a few years ago, not too long before he had eliminated almost all his family… It was raining, a day very similar to that day. Sasuke was sitting by the window, watching the rain, a look of thunder upon his face. It was obvious he was upset it was raining; he had wanted to practice Katon with his older brother outside. His mother looked over to Sasuke, mesmerised by the window, and came and sat by him.
"Sasuke," she said softly. "There's a song that I taught to Itachi once, when he wanted to go out, and it was raining." Smiling, she looked up at her older son, and asked if Itachi had any recollection of the song.
He could remember it perfectly clearly; still to this day he remembered that haunting song. He had told Sasuke the words, and Sasuke repeated them tunefully, over and over for the next half hour until he was distracted. Forever Itachi would remember that song, and his little brother's voice singing it…
He would never wish the rain away. Too painful.
We are never sad 'cause we are not allowed to be.
Hidan
Rain, rain, go away, come again another day.
A loud clap of thunder dragged him back to reality. Stopped him remembering that day. That god-awful day… as he knelt beside his brother, his best friend, who taught him everything… murdered… by his own parents? It- it couldn't be… this was incomprehensible… His brother's blood on his parents' hands?
Laying outside, the rain had taken him there… Falling down his face like the tears had- were. Oh Jashin- fucking- he was actually crying? What the-?
He broke. All of his refined, practiced speech, perfectly formed sentences, they disappeared. His thoughts were no longer making any sense. He drew a small knife, slightly larger than a kunai, from his cloak, and stood.
Can't… let anyone see me… I'm a mess- total mess… what will they think? They'll ask me why I have scratches… everywhere… they don't understand… Jashin is my excuse… not the reason…
It makes sense… the pain is zero… absolute… everything, nothing… total… final… it makes me forget, makes it go away…
Gotta get away gotta gotta gotta go run get away get away gotta get away…
Don't understand… I don't understand…
Save me… save me save me save me save me save me save me save me save me
We are never sad 'cause we are not allowed to be.