Peace.
Onyx and Ivory
3 Months Later.
Hoshiko arose in the morning, rubbing her eyes and yawning loudly. She dressed warmly in her winter clothes as the village was still in the brunt of the cold season. She made herself some hot tea in the kitchen and sipped on it quietly, listening to the loud snores of Sadao-san down the hall from the room. When she was done she cleaned up after herself and headed to the front door. She sat down and pulled on her thick boots and shrugged on her coat.
Once outside Hoshiko pulled the collar of her coat around her face tightly, bracing herself against the falling snow as she trudged through the layer of snow towards the village.
Four months she had been in Hanabira now. She had settled in nicely. She worked at the teashop everyday, then returned to Sadao's farm and helped prepare dinner for herself, Sadao and Ren. Most days Aishi would come by for dinner too. Hoshiko had settled into a routine, and she was fine with it. For her, there was something satisfying about knowing what you were going to do during the day. She didn't have to worry about missions, liars, and threats to her safety. She was serving tea and dango.
Hoshiko entered the teashop, shaking off the snow from her hair and coat as she greeted Takita who was standing behind the counter placing out the fresh dango.
"Ohayo, Fuyuko."
"Ohayo, Takita-san," Hoshiko said with a smile as she stripped her coat off her back and hung it up on the rack and fetched her apron from the back room. She returned to Takita as he handed her daily skewer of dango.
"Did you sleep alright last night? It was probably the coldest night of the season," Takita asked her as he walked over to the window and flipped over the sign.
Hoshiko chewed on the sweet, "I was ok, the cold doesn't bother me as much anymore."
Takita smiled at her pleasantly as they both fell into silence and began making pots of teas and wiping down the tables.
"See you tomorrow, Takita-san," Hoshiko waved to the older man as she pulled on her winter cloak. Takita paused from wiping down the counter and gave her a wave and a smile. Hoshiko grinned to herself as she left the teashop. She was so lucky to have found so many nice people to take her in, she would never forget them.
The snow wasn't falling anymore, but it was still hard work to walk through the layer of snow. It was almost sunset, and the air was becoming chillier by the second. Hoshiko felt a shiver run down her spine as she pulled her coat around her body more tightly. She smiled and greeted people as she passed them in the village. None of them remembered her from her time here on her ANBU mission, thankfully. They all knew her as Fuyuko, cousin of Aishi. Aishi was well loved in the village, everyone knew her because of her popular fortune telling business. In return the villagers liked Hoshiko too.
X
Hoshiko trudged into the clearing deep in the woods outside Hanabira. A figure sat atop a boulder lazing about, creating snowballs in his hand and then pelting them at the close tree trunks. When the boy heard Hoshiko approaching he sat up and pointed his finger at her, "You're late!"
A smirk appeared on Hoshiko's face, "Gomen. The shop was busy this afternoon."
Ren slid off the boulder lightly, "You're lying. You never do any work there."
"Shut up, brat. You want to train or not?" Hoshiko barked back at him. Her silver eyes narrowed but a playful expression on her face.
There was one thing that Hoshiko couldn't give up, and that was training. It was the only thing she allowed from her old life. She hated speaking about Konoha or anything to do with being a Shinobi, but she could never give up training. If on the off chance that the village was ever attacked or raided, Hoshiko would be there to put a stop to it. Training had also been drilled into her from her academy days. She had almost ten years of experience, she couldn't waste it. She couldn't let herself become lazy and weak, it was her one rule to live by.
Ren rolled his eyes at her question, "Of course I want to train. Why do you think I've been freezing my ass off in the snow for a goddam hour?"
Hoshiko gave him a dry look, "I don't like this attitude you've got. Where the hell have you been picking it up from?"
"You. Idiot…" Ren muttered.
"Right," Hoshiko drawled awkwardly. "Anyway, let's get started then. My bones are beginning to ache from this cold."
"You're fifteen, you aren't that old."
"Shut up, brat." Hoshiko snapped with a sneer.
Ren chuckled at her reaction as he began to stretch with her, "So what are you teaching me today?"
Hoshiko grinned devilishly, "Tree climbing."
"Eh!?"
Weeks passed for Hoshiko, and slowly the climate began to change. It hardly ever snowed, and when it did it didn't stick around for very long. Soon the snow had cleared and Hanabira was settling into a warm spring.
Hoshiko was wiping down a table as she said goodbye to a few customers in the shop. Takita called her over to deliver a pot of tea to a customer. "The man in the corner. Must be passing through the village, don't recognize him." Takita said as Hoshiko grabbed and balanced the tray in her hand as she headed over to the far corner of the shop.
"Here you are," Hoshiko said with a smile as she placed the pot of tea and cup on the table for him.
"Thank you," the man said. He glanced up, meeting her gaze.
Hoshiko studied him quickly. His eyes were dark, and two red lines ran down from them to the bottom of his cheeks. His hair was long and stark white. His body looked to be full of muscle, but that could have been from his thick travelling clothes. As Hoshiko stared at him, she couldn't help but have a familiarity with the man. Her eyes drifted to a small book on the table next to his hand. It was green. Hoshiko recognized it instantly.
"Wait, I know you." Hoshiko said suddenly.
The white haired man glanced up at her again, his eyebrows raised, "Hm?"
Hoshiko pointed to the book, "I've seen you in the back of Kak—in these books."
His expression changed suddenly, "Ah, so you're an avid reader of my works. Bit young I might add to be reading such things, but I do remember what I was like at that age." He tapped a finger against his chin thoughtfully.
"I never read them!" Hoshiko exclaimed in disgust. Hoshiko looked back at Takita who was staring at her worriedly from her outburst. "I-I mean, I knew someone who read them a lot. I used to pinch them from him all the time and I would see your picture in it."
He chuckled. His dark eyes studied her for a second and Hoshiko thought for a split second that he would suddenly blurt out that he knew exactly who she was. But that was insane.
"Enjoy your tea." Hoshiko said with a polite nod and smile as she hurried off to her duties. The mans eyes followed her closely.
X
Hoshiko returned to work the next day, and was surprised to find the same man from yesterday already in the shop drinking tea and having breakfast. Takita waved her over with a smile. Hoshiko tied on her apron and served a few customers. She was walking by the white haired mans table when he glanced up at her as she walked passed.
"Good morning," he said with a smile to her.
Hoshiko bowed her head respectfully to him. "Good morning. Are you staying in Hanabira for a while then?"
He sipped his tea, "Just a week at most. I'm researching new content for my next book." He gave her a sly grin. Hoshiko tried to smile but it mostly came out in a grimace. After a few more minutes of light conversation Hoshiko decided to return to work as she said goodbye to the man and finished her day at work.
As Hoshiko was walking home later that day she passed by the only bookshop in the village. Hoshiko found it annoying how she couldn't remember the mans name from Kakashi's books, and she was too shy to ask him outright for his name. So she decided to investigate for herself.
Hoshiko backed up to the bookshop and entered the shop, hitting away the curtain as she greeted the elderly woman at the back with a wave. She started browsing the isles, looking for the certain section without arousing suspicion from the old lady. Hoshiko finally came to the isle that she needed as her eyes searched the shelves for a small green book.
Hoshiko grinned when she spotted the Icha Icha book. She reached up and slid it out from its place, averting her eyes from the other books, which had some very graphic front covers. Hoshiko glanced around; making sure that no one saw her opening up such a vulgar book as she flicked to the bio page. Sure enough, there was a picture of the white haired man. He looked a lot younger in his picture but it was definitely him. Hoshiko's eyes skimmed the page until she settled on his name.
'Jiraiya of the Hidden Leaf.'
Hoshiko's stomach dropped. She couldn't believe it. Has he come for me? Hoshiko thought in a panic as she slammed the book shut and shoved it back onto the shelf. She tore out of the bookshop, leaving the elderly woman in a state of shock. Hoshiko streaked down the road, weaving through the people and glancing over her shoulder, making sure that she wasn't being followed by Jiraiya. For the first time in months, Hoshiko completely masked her chakra. She wasn't taking any chances. She sprinted into the forest, heading for her secluded area where she would train with Ren. She needed to think.
Hoshiko panted as she sat with her legs tucked up to her chin and her back to the large boulder. She brushed back her loose hair and wiped her forehead from the sweat that had built up.
She couldn't believe it. Jiraiya. The legendary Sannin was in Hanabira. He said he was researching for a new book? Was that a lie? A cover story? What was he really here for?
Hoshiko tilted her head back until it touched the boulder; she shut her eyes and tried to control her breathing. As she sat there she began to recall something from a while back. Something about Jiraiya…
The Sandaime rose from his chair, he turned his back on the two young ANBU as his old and weary gaze settled over Konoha. "Orochimaru's hatred stems from being passed over as Hokage after me. He loathes Konoha and the Fire Country; him continuing his experiments is an attack not only on this country but on me as well. His arrogance is also another reason; he believes that he would get away with it and explains why he took the children from the Fire Country and not anywhere else."
"We should send a team to stop him," Hoshiko offered. "Two of his men could still be alive, we can find him and put a stop to this, he's an enemy of Konoha."
"By this time Orochimaru would've covered his tracks," The Sandaime told her, turning around to face the young girl. "There is no need to send a team, I will send this information to Jiraiya, he's been trying to find evidence of Orochimaru for years now."
Yes. She remembered that. It was after her and Itachi had returned from Hanabira from their mission. Hoshiko's eyes opened in realization. That must be it. Jiraiya was following up on the Sandaime's information. He was always travelling so it must have taken some time to reach him, and then he had to get to Hanabira. She felt a weight lift off her chest at this. It was ok. She was safe. Hoshiko relaxed against the boulder…and then she began to laugh.
Four days later, Hoshiko got to work and found that the table that Jiraiya had been occupying for the last week was empty. Her heart sunk. After realizing that Jiraiya was in Hanabira for his own business and not to track her down, she had talked to him everyday. Some days he would even split his dango with her. They would sit for a few hours and talk about anything, mainly his books. Hoshiko didn't want anything to do with the smutty part, but she was trying to help him come up with a plot for his story. It failed multiple times.
"He left early this morning," Takita muttered to her from behind the counter. Hoshiko looked over at him and then back to the empty table. "He wanted to stay and say goodbye but he had to go urgently. He did say he might be back in a month or two…keep your chin up kid." Takita said. Hoshiko sighed and got to work.
A month and a half passed for Hoshiko. She stuck to the same routine. Go to work, and then after work she would train Ren in simple Shinobi techniques for an hour or two. They would then go home, have dinner and go to bed.
One day after Hoshiko had finished work for the day, she was walking down the street when something caught her eye. A flash of long white hair and bright red robes. She grinned and started running towards him, as she got closer she could definitely make out that it was him. "Jiraiya-san!"
Jiraiya paused mid step and turned, he spotted Hoshiko running up to him as a smile came over his face, "Good to see you, Fuyuko." Jiraiya placed his hand on her head with force as he ruffled up her hair.
Hoshiko giggled and ducked out of his reach, "You're back! How long are you staying for?" She asked excitedly. Hoshiko didn't know where the excitement came from. She had only spent a week beforehand with the man. Maybe it was because he too was from Konoha, and although Hoshiko never wanted to return there, Jiraiya connected her to her home. They were both sort of similar too, both were far from home and probably would never return unless they needed to.
"Just a few days," Jiraiya answered her question.
And so a few days flew by for the both of them. Hoshiko asked Jiraiya about where he had gone. He had told her that he had to go a bit further north, almost into rice country. Hoshiko's alarm bells went off as she recalled that was where Orochimaru had set up his new base. Which all but confirmed for her that Jiraiya was indeed searching for the other Sannin.
On the third day Jiraiya bid Hoshiko goodbye once more, but promised her that he would return soon.
And so it continued like this for seven whole months. Jiraiya would return every couple of weeks; sometimes a month would go by before he would return. He would meet up with Hoshiko at the teashop and they would talk about his books and his travels. Hoshiko found herself excited at the prospect of talking to the Sannin, it would be the best part of her day at times. When he had to say goodbye though, it was always tough for her. Hoshiko had a lot of people that had left her in her short life, but she knew that Jiraiya would always return, he had told her so. She knew it was also idiotic to become so attached to someone from Konoha. It was risky, but Jiraiya was so likeable and funny and he did remind her of home at times. She was willing to take the risk.
On the eve of Jiraiya's departure once more, the two sat on a bench overlooking the small village at sunset. The hill wasn't very large, and the village wasn't as grand to look over as Konoha. But it gave Hoshiko the same feeling that she did when she would sit atop the great stone faces.
"Say, Fuyuko…" Jiraiya muttered after drinking his tea. Hoshiko glanced over at the Sage; she noticed his brow was furrowed. He was thinking about something deeply. "How long have you been living here?"
"A few years," Hoshiko lied effortlessly.
Jiraiya nodded slowly, he sighed and leaned back against the bench. "So that means you were around for the kidnapping of those children, ne?"
She didn't let her surprise show on her face, instead her heart skipped a beat but she remained calm. "Yes, I remember. The boy I live with, Ren, he was taken. Konoha Shinobi brought him and the other children back safely."
"They ever tell you who was behind it?" Jiraiya inquired.
Orochimaru…Hoshiko thought bitterly. Thinking back to the mission, Hoshiko remembered it well. It was the first time she had fully lost control of her Mizukiri. She had slaughtered Orochimaru's subordinates, tore them limb from limb. Itachi had been the one to stop her; he was the only one that could. Hoshiko had to stop herself from thinking about him. Even now, almost eleven months later and the emotions that she felt that night still haunted her. Itachi haunted her still.
"No," Hoshiko replied to his question. "No I never found out. I'm just thankful the children were all found safely."
"Yes of course," Jiraiya agreed.
There was silence between them for a few moments, both lost in their own thoughts. Hoshiko glanced over at him again and spoke, "Did you know them, Jiraiya-san?"
"Who?"
"The Shinobi who saved the children? I never met them but Ren told me about them." Hoshiko wanted to smack herself for being so childish. She was stepping on very thin ice, asking questions about herself and Itachi. She was waiting for Jiraiya to suddenly piece together everything and figure it all out, but the revelation never came.
"I never met them no, but I heard about them. One was Uchiha Itachi. He was a prodigy."
He used the word 'was', Hoshiko thought to herself.
"I saw him once or twice when he was a young boy. I knew he could one day do great things…that was until he turned his back on Konoha. You should know, Fuyuko…that Uchiha kid did something terrible recently." Jiraiya paused. "He slaughtered his clan, no one knows why…some say he did it for power, others for revenge. He killed his mother and father, his aunts and uncles. His cousins…everyone."
Except Sasuke…
It had been so long since conversation about the massacre had been brought up, Hoshiko was surprised to feel the sting in her eyes and the lump in her throat. She played it off as being affected by learning about the events now. She rubbed at her eyes.
"A tragedy…so much wasted life…" Jiraiya muttered.
"The other one…Ren mentioned a girl," Hoshiko stated. Jiraiya met her stare. Hoshiko suddenly felt uncomfortable under his scrutiny.
"Ginyoru Hoshiko. Never met her, but she was a great Shinobi. She was talented for her age. I am sorry to tell you this but during the night of Uchiha Itachi's defection she was a casualty. He murdered her too along with his family…no one quite knows why. Speculation went around the village of course, but I guess the only person who knows is lost forever. A shame it was, to loose someone like her."
Hoshiko gazed across the village, suddenly wishing she was home. Another tear slipped down her cheek as she rubbed at it. She had the sudden urge to scream out her true name. She had been using the identity of Fuyuko for so long now that to her it was like Ginyoru Hoshiko really was gone. A part of her wanted to go home, to let everyone know that yes she was alive and no Itachi hadn't killed her. But if she did that, Danzo would surely come after her again. And this time he would make sure that he finished the job.
She also had to consider the safety of her mother. Aishi had recently gone to Konoha to visit a friend and Hoshiko had begged her to check on her mother. According to Aishi, Hiroka was fine. She was healthy and it looked like Danzo had left her alone. If Hoshiko returned, she was positive that her mother would be a target. It wasn't the first time Danzo had threatened her mother.
"I haven't been truthful with you, Fuyuko." Jiraiya suddenly said. It sent alarm bells ringing in Hoshiko's ears, as her whole body tensed up in anticipation of what Jiraiya was about to say next.
"The reason I am here, it wasn't just for content for my book. I've been trying to find someone."
Hoshiko's heartbeat sped up again. Her muscles tensed, ready to sprint away once Jiraiya came clean. She was waiting on baited breath as Jiraiya tried to figure out what to say. She knew that this was it. Jiraiya had known all along who she was…
"The man behind the kidnappings…his name is Orochimaru…and he is my friend."
Hoshiko's body relaxed slightly, she released her breath slowly as to not arouse suspicion with the Sannin. "I've been searching for him ever since he left Konoha. We were on the same Genin team together. We saved each other's lives too many times to count, and now he crossed into a path that I could not follow. But I am determined to bring him back."
"Why?" Hoshiko asked so suddenly. She was confused with Jiraiya. Orochimaru was a bad person. He had killed so many people, had deserted his village. Why was Jiraiya trying so hard to find him?
Jiraiya grinned down at her, "Cause what kind of friend would I be if I can't save him?"
Hoshiko angled her face away. She didn't want Jiraiya to see the pain on her face from his statement. She grimaced…why was she thinking about Itachi right now? She couldn't stop it. It was like Jiraiya and Orochimaru were her and Itachi, two friends on different paths. Her fists clenched in anger. What if it was true, and she should be trying to find Itachi and bring him back to the light? Instead she had been wallowing in self-pity for almost a year.
"How can you do that?" Hoshiko asked him, her teeth gritted. "He's done so many bad things. What makes him redeemable?"
Jiraiya smiled down at her. She was stunned by how sincere he looked, "Because I knew Orochimaru before he turned his back." Jiraiya gazed over the village. "And I have the guts to never give up. He can run for as long as he wants, but I'll always be there."
Hoshiko stared at him in awe. Her eyes turned glassy from unshed tears as she sniffed loudly. Jiraiya faced her and chuckled at her reaction. "Oi oi, you can't start crying now, kid! What about when I leave in the morning? You going to cry then too?"
"Of course!" Hoshiko exclaimed. "I just…" She paused, unsure about how to go about it. "Thank you, Jiraiya-san."
"What for?" Jiraiya asked dumbly.
Hoshiko chuckled and wiped her eyes, "It doesn't matter."
Kakashi closed his book softly, dropping his arm down to his side as he gazed down at the headstone. His one uncovered eye quickly darted up to see the setting sun and then back down to the stone. Ten months he had been staring at the name written there, but it still wasn't easy coming here.
Ginyoru Hoshiko.
She was another fallen comrade, another friend that he had lost too early. His father. Obito and Rin. Minato and Kushina. Hoshiko. She was added to the list. How many more would be added to his list during his lifetime?
Footsteps caught his attention as Kakashi glanced over to his left. He wasn't surprised to see Hiroka approaching the grave, flowers in hand. The mother looked like she had aged ten years in the last couple of months. Her hair was messy and limp, her cheeks hollow and her eyes were always glassy and red.
"Kakashi-san." Hiroka greeted pleasantly. Kakashi nodded back in greeting and stepped out of the way for her. Hiroka knelt down and placed the flowers across the ground and lit the incense. "It's a beautiful night tonight. Hoshiko would have loved the sunset."
"Aa."
"It will almost be a year soon. It seems to have gone so quickly, loosing her."
Kakashi remained silent at that.
"I miss her."
"I do too," Kakashi replied softly. Kakashi suddenly remembered the night of the massacre. Word had just reached him from the higher ups and he had been gearing up to go to the scene when someone knocked on his door. Perplexed, he opened his front door, astonished to see a frantic and crying Hiroka at his door with a piece of paper in her hand. Kakashi couldn't get a word in before the woman was crying to him; recounting the letter Hoshiko had left her mother. Hiroka begged Kakashi to find her, to bring her home. Kakashi had promised as he left the mother on his doorstep and rushed to the scene.
Once Kakashi arrived to the Uchiha compound he had been informed of the witnessing of Itachi and Hoshiko and that the former had killed her. Kakashi then had the horrible job of returning to his home, finding Hiroka passed out on the floor of his living room, waking her up and telling her the news that her only child was dead. Killed by her best friend. He would never forget the sound of Hiroka's wails that night as she clung to him.
"I wish I had never sent her to that academy," Hiroka stated. Bringing Kakashi out of his memory. "If she had never gone. She would never have met Itachi; she would never have put herself at risk. She would still be here."
Kakashi was silent for a moment, before he sighed, "Aa."
Hoshiko lay asleep in her bed. Three months had passed since Jiraiya's departure from Hanabira for the final time. He had told her that his searching for Orochimaru had come to a dead end in the Fire country and now he was moving on, to Stone Country. Jiraiya didn't promise that he would return, only that if he was ever back around he would try and visit her again. Hoshiko had cried at him leaving again. Jiraiya had then made a stupid joke about how the next time he saw her; she might be old enough for him to study her for one of his books.
Hoshiko had punched him square in the nose for that remark.
She had waved him goodbye, watching as he walked out of the village. She waited until she couldn't see him on the path anymore before she had turned and returned to her routine.
Over a year had passed since her 'death'. Since Shisui had died. Since Itachi had murdered his family. She had mourned on the anniversaries. She had cried once again. She had gone out to the forest and screamed until her throat was raw. And then she stopped. Her mourning period was over and life moved on. Before she knew it three months had come and gone.
Her hair was longer once more. She hadn't cut it since that day eleven months ago. It splayed out on the pillow around her as she slept peacefully. For the first time in a long time, she wasn't having a nightmare. She was truly settling into peace in Hanabira.
That was until she was awoken by loud banging at the front door. She gasped as she shot up in her bed, her breathing erratic as she could hear incoherent yelling from the front of the house.
"Aishi? What's going on?" She heard Ren yell from down the hall.
"Where is Hoshiko?" Aishi yelled back.
Hoshiko was out of her bed in a second and running to her door. Now that she was awake Hoshiko could faintly hear the sounds of screams and explosions in the distance. She didn't have time to think on it as her bedroom door was ripped open and Aishi stood before her. Hoshiko gasped. The woman's face was smeared in blood, a gash running down her cheek. Her clothes were soaked in blood, a wound on her stomach.
"Hoshiko!" Aishi panted. "Please you…have to help!"
"What is it?" Hoshiko demanded, catching Aishi as she collapsed to the floor.
"The village—is under attack!"
Hi everyone! *waves from under a rock*
I know it's been a while and I'm so so so sorry. I took a break from writing for a little while to try and get my head on straight as a few things happened in my personal life recently. I know it's been a while and this isn't exactly the longest or exciting chapter, the good one is the next one! I don't know how people are going to feel about me adding in Jiraiya but I felt like he was a good fit for the story here and obviously he has made Hoshiko think about a few things in her life. Anyway, who do you think is attacking the village? And why? Dun dun duuuuuuun
Thank you to everyone who reviewed for last chapter and during my long ass absence, I very much appreciate it!
REPLIES
blueerimartian - Hi ahhhh that's so sweet of you! I love Aishi and Ren so much hahah especially Ren picking up Hoshiko's bad attitude, just like someone else we know! I'm afraid we won't see Itachi anymore for a while but I had to add that little scene in for you guys! SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER!
AnimeMango - Wow well done for reading so much at work! (should i really be condoning that? ah well) I know I'm so sorry for killing Shisui but I do have a surprise later on in the story for all my Shisui lovers out there! Thank you, I'm hoping that everyone will love what i have planned!
Guest - IM sorry this took forever but thank you for reading!
MeandNotYou1001 - I'm sorry for it being so angsty! I'm not sure if this one is any better until the end a bit more but whoops, we'll get out of it soon, promise! I swear Itachi will have a happy ending in this story! As for Hoshiko not going back for Sasuke, that will be explained later on in the story. It was intentional just incase people thought maybe i had forgotten him xD as if i could forget cute little sasuke!
dear-darling-x-x - SORRY FOR MAKING YOU CRY (im not really mwahaha)
Dark Rose Charm - Im sure in Itachi's own weird way he will be feeling a smidgen of guilt over what has happened. that is...until he finds out that she's alive. or IF he finds out she's alive...mwahah im kidding he will one day! that reunion is gonna be sooooo good!
Davina - SORRY FOR MAKING YOU CRY. Ive written that out a lot lel. Hope i'm not disappointing and sorry it took me so bloody long to come out with this!
PrismRootStarlight - Thank you! Hope you enjoyed!
- Goddamn that fate! Hoshiko hasn't forgotten about Sasuke. there is a reason why she didn't go back for him which will come up later in the story! And yeah I sometimes forget that at the start of the main part they were only 14 years old. Now they're 15(ish) and literally have spent their whole life training to be ninja tools. And plus, Hoshiko got a lot of trauma to sort out still from everything. I made a promise to myself that when i started this story i would be totally making sure that Itachi has a happy ending. a proper one like you said. there will be none of this bittersweet shit. no matter how much i love and hate that i really want Itachi to have that happiness with someone as he totally deserves it! Thank you and see you soon!