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No, no, no, no!
Itachi stumbled into the living room, clutching wildly at his own chest and shaking with sobs.
Shisui knew. Shisui hated him.
"He wants me dead," he whispered disbelievingly, filled with nothing but pain.
Searing pain. It made him absolutely sick. The loathing, the absolute disgust for himself roared up in him, and he tangled his fingers into his own hair and pulled harshly.
Shisui.
His Shisui.
"What do I do?" he mumbled, falling onto the couch. "Gods, what do I do?"
"Then I guess it's a pity you didn't come home a few hours earlier that day."
"I never wanted this," Itachi cried, pushing his hands into his eyes. "I never wanted to hurt any of you."
Nice way of showing it.
"What else do I do?" Itachi asked, biting his lip to the point of bleeding. "I can't let a war be started!"
You didn't try hard enough.
Itachi sobbed. "But I did! Gods, I tried so hard to help negotiations. Why wasn't it enough?"
There's no hope for the Uchiha.
"Isn't there?" Itachi whispered. "Is this really it?"
Why are you resigning yourself to it?
"What else can I do...?"
Keep trying.
"I've already tried."
Try harder.
"For what?" Itachi shouted, tearing into his own skin with his nails in frustration. "Negotiations have failed, what else is there! I can't just stop the coup, the Uchiha won't just sit with the way they're being treated!"
Try harder with Tamotsu. He's peaceful. The coup's been delayed, you still have time.
"But I don't," Itachi mumbled, shaking his head. "Shisui knows. I have to act now."
What will you do?
"I don't know." He clenched his hands.
"Then I guess it's a pity you didn't come home a few hours earlier that day..."
Itachi stilled, his breath shuddering. The words ran over in his mind.
Was... Was that the only other way...?
Not the only other way, but it is one.
"It's that easy?" Itachi breathed. He slowly looked up, out the window. The sky was as dark as ever. The meeting was still in session.
"... I have nothing here anymore..." he said, looking back down. What's the point in staying...? Sasuke's dead. Shisui wants him dead. He'll tell the clan council; they'll probably have him killed tonight. He won't let him near Akane or his father again. What did he have left...?
Remember, not the only way, but it is one.
"It's the easiest," he said, standing up. He swayed for a moment until he could feel stable enough to walk, and he slowly made his way towards the door.
You call this easy?
"It's easy," he murmured to himself, closing his eyes as he closed and locked the door. "Easy," he repeated. "Easy as walking." He sighed deeply, shakily, willing his limbs to stop trembling.
Easy as lying to yourself...?
And when he opened his eyes again, he had wiped his mind of every thought, and his eyes spun blood red with his Mangekyou Sharingan.
"Easy," he muttered, beginning to walk down the road he knew would lead him to the gates of Konoha.
He had to find Madara. They had a deal to finish.
It was easy.
He could stop the Uchiha Clan.