Disclaimer: The previous disclaimer will carry throughout the story
I am not weak…………
I am not a victim………
I am not worthless…….
I am not worthless…….
How long do you plan to stay here?
Ayame peered into a world of warped reality. She stood chained on a small podium, her hair wisping about as if she were still underwater.
As long as it takes for the message to sink in.
He stood there, watching her with a lazy intensity. His eyes sharp with the sharingan.
Suicide, the coward's way out.
It's not suicide if you're not attempting it.
Silence.
Escape from the chains.
Ayame looked at him with a flicker of question, before it died away. She analyzed her bondage: pure darkness. She tried to pour her own darkness into it, but only made herself weaken. She tried to draw the darkness in, but made herself grow cold until she nearly passed out.
Darkness is not your weapon to use. Despite your past, you are too innocent to use such ice.
So becoming the mother of evil incarnate doesn't cut it?
Silence.
The chains dispersed as the strange reality faded into nothingness. The atmosphere now was dark and suffocating. She took a breath, only to meet the taste of cool water.
"Dear, why-"
"I just wanted to swim, nothing else."
"Do you want any tea?"
"Only if it's not full of sedative."
The elderly woman left the room just as the elder Uchiha entered. Ayame said nothing, but pulled her legs into her chest.
"Subconscious suicide." He knelt beside her, facing away. "You possess the Tsukuyomi."
"………I never used it on anyone else."
"…….Your innocence, you couldn't use it on anyone else."
"….Why do you care? And why do you keep going on about innocence? I haven't been innocent for as far as I can remember, so drop it!"
Itachi was silent for a moment, before rising to leave. He mumbled his reply, then left just as Atame returned.
Not you.