AN: Finally done!!! Thank you all for the reviews and support. I'm planning to make a sequel of this entitled Ebony eyes, only it's going to be a lot more grown up.... and maybe lemony.... and in Itachi kun's POV. So review if you want that to happen. :D

In this chapter, you will notice some ironies compared to the actual plot of Naruto. XD I just couldn't help myself.

-Ayako san

Warnings: Uchihacest, naughty, characters are not mine D:

Epilogue: Reflections

"Do you remember the story okasan used to tell us, otouto? Do you remember the tale of Owls and Crows?"

"Hai aniki. I remember it as clear as day."

It's been five years now. The cotton cloth slips out of my fingertips as I remember the terrible event. It was the terrible event in which my beloved okasan and otosan had left this world. These were the lovely Mikoto Uchiha and the very honorable Fugaku Uchiha respectively. They died along with the other members of our clan who fought well in the battle against the evil men. Yes, it has been a very unhappy event to be remembered, but here I am, sitting in front of my okasan's garden, caressing the tattered cloth that happens to be the yukata I had worn then.

It has never been laundered, not even once. You can still see the dried blood and dirt from the past, along with tears and tattered patches of cloth here and there. It really was worn out. But I strangely feel a weird sense of happiness soar through me when I touch this cloth. It's maybe because of how grateful I was and am to have survived especially when I had and presently have my aniki with me. Through my tears and my pain, there was always his own, but knowing him, he rarely ever showed such emotion.

The late afternoon air smells of mint now. Aniki always makes tea on this day. It reminds us both of the afternoons when otosan would sit with okasan and smile at the scent of the tea that she always manages to make perfectly. Yes, both of them would smile. Whenever they'd have a moment like that though, my aniki and I would stay behind the screen door and he'd quiet me by stroking my hair as I rest on his lap. I always giggled when I would see my otosan smile. It was something that was rarely seen, which was my definition of amusing, but aniki wouldn't let me make a sound because he knew it would ruin the mood of our parents.

"Otouto, you're daydreaming again."

It was true. I hadn't even noticed that he was in the room. What kind of ninja am I? I could laugh at myself.

"Ne niisan…" I whined. Then he gently took my hands and placed the warm teacup in them. His touch has never differed from now.

I sipped my tea. I am presently a leader of an ANBU group that patrols the east side of Konoha. Labeled the best by Tsunade sama herself. Itachi niisan is currently a special jonin working alongside Kakashi sensei. I'm still not sure how really.

Today is our holiday. Just aniki and me, we were the two survivors of the massacre. The Hokage decided it of course. We really wouldn't have minded working today, but she insisted, and personally, I'm actually grateful for that. I think aniki is too.

I'm not certain really about how I feel about our parent's death and may the gods forbid such things, but I really think it was best that their gone. I don't think that they'd be happy with our homosexual, not to mention incest relationship. I really do miss them though, but really, if they were still alive, I don't think I'd be able to stay sane having to live up to their expectations. Things like marrying a decent girl perhaps, most likely being my former teammate, Sakura. But I really do love her of course, but never in any way more than being her best friend.

No, aniki and I aren't married. We couldn't be, in fact, our relationship is only between him and I and no one else.

"Otouto, silence really can tend to get boring." He laughed a bit, nuzzling into my neck.

I shivered in response to his actions. I could tell what he wanted and he could probably tell that I wanted it too. But we had self-control. We'd never let lust take over us too much at a time.

"Forgive me aniki. I don't have anything to say." It wasn't really true. I wanted to make sure that he knew I loved him, and that he loved me.

Tonight was going to be one of those nights I could feel it. His voice is soft and husky to my ear. We were definitely going to end up doing something unplanned.

One of the things I enjoyed about being with him was how he loved to touch me. And the fact that his touches always caught me at the moment when I'm a thousand times more sensitive than I really am. His touches are so pleasurable.

His hands find their way to my lips, his index finger prodding into my mouth. I comply of course, letting it slide passed my lips and…

"Would you like to light the incense otouto." He said, smirking at my bewildered expression as he takes his finger out of my mouth. I decided then that my aniki… is very naughty.

Itachi niisan tends to be very unpredictable at times. This was definitely one of them.

I lit the incense and placed it in the shrine. I bowed my head and paid my respects and so did he. The moment wasn't laced with how annoyed I was from the previous moment. But I couldn't help but feel something was wrong.

"Do you remember the story okasan used to tell us, otouto? The tale of Owls and Crows?"

"Hai aniki. I remember it as clear as day."

I really don't know how I could forget. I remember previously relating the story to the massacre. The story really has played itself over and over in my head on this particular occasion every year.

"Do you remember who the exact Owl was who killed the hero of the story?" He asked, sipping from his warm mint tea.

If I had remembered correctly, it was his brother who killed him. His younger brother. Then I looked at him silently then I wondered. What if I killed my brother because I still thought he betrayed me? Out of revenge and hate. Then I thought that it was impossible. I don't think I'd kill him, not even for that. At least I could hope that I wouldn't be that blind.

"Yes, I do." I looked down pressing my forehead against his chest.

Then we kissed. Softly but passionately we kissed. I wasn't sure why but I knew I loved him, no matter what.

As the night continued and the 'I love you's were exchanged, I knew that I wouldn't have my life any other way.

AN: I hope you like it!!! Forgive me if it seems rushed. Tell me if it needs editing k??? Thanks again! Tell me if you want the sequel.

-Ayako san