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Mono no aware (もののあわれ?):
(n.)
"the pathos of things" aware of the existence of sadness;
Chapter One
Uchiha Itachi lie still on his bed, the wind silently blowing in from his open window. From where he lay he could see the full moon, shining down on Konoha and illuminating the village against the backdrop of a vast black sea. The nightfall this time came without a star. Itachi pondered if they flickered away in shame, the usual canopy of kindled jewels, reluctant to watch the turmoil soon to befall the Uchiha clan.
Turning sideways, his bleak eyes fell on a now dusty plate filled with untouched food, which was so kindly slid under his door by his Mother. She was blissfully unaware of the reason behind her son's recent confinement and distance, yet like all Mother's naturally do was deeply worried for his well-being.
Itachi has come to understand the love his parents have for him, though his father's way of showing it was always less transparent than his Mom. His resolve, however, didn't waver a bit. He understood what must be done, and was silently counting down until the moment all lights were out, and the muffled voices of his parents deceased. He gently closed his eyes. Perhaps this was the last time he will find comfort in the enveloping darkness, he faced the reality that he will see them in every blink, all the faces of his kin again and again, their revenge would be to give him no peace of mind, they will chain him, remind him to always dwell bound to his grief. An image of the splendour of the mighty clan, dimmed before the breaking of day. Because come daybreak they will all be gone. He was content with this. Such was this shinobi's fate, the new way of his life for the sake of better good.
The light from the window faded, shadowing his face. The neighbouring houses must be putting out their lights one by one. He sensed this all whilst his eyes were still shut, and could faintly hear the sound of chests heaving in his house, suggesting his father and mother were in deep sleep. His thin blanket was off in a flash and he swiftly yet silently grabbed his ninja attire, putting on his gear and leaving his Konoha headband for last, the leaf symbol ironically shining proud in the darkness.
He slowly sheathed his arming sword at his back, finally bringing himself to open his eyes wide. A sudden light followed when he did so, revealing crimson glowing orbs. The tomoe in the sharingan began whizzing and rotating rapidly before further advancing to form a unique pinwheel. His eye powers have reformed dramatically following the fall of his best friend, Shisui Uchiha - Itachi's new mangekyo sharingan now twinkled, ready to be utilised.
His hand reached for the door handle before he stopped abruptly. His mind flashed back to a little boy, who always pestered him to train or play, who always looked up to him and greeted him with a wide smile. A little boy who will now be rushing home from the academy, unaware what he will see will change his life.
For the first time that night he succumbed, and a silent tear slid down his cheek.
A/N: I am writing this for my own entertainment as well as hopefully others. So please review!
