Truth
Fandom: Naruto
Character/s or Pairing: ItaShi
Title: Truth
Rating: PG (?)
Warnings Angst, Boy/Boy
Disclaimers:I don't own these guys nor do anything that is mentioned is a real life event etc.
I remember someone old once said to me, that lies would lock you up with truth the only key.
The pale moonlight filtered through the window of the Uchiha compound, embracing the two figures lying side by side on the bed. Outside the quiet of the night was broken only by the soft fluttering of the wings of a moth and the padding of a small animal scampering off with its kill, eyes glowing in the light.
In the bed, a young boy (because he could be nothing but that) lay awake, eyes spinning, glowing an eerie red that his family were so accustomed to. He was staring silently at the teen beside, his head of messy curls tangled with his own silky smooth hair, pooling into the crisp linen underneath them.
These eyes of his, told a story of their own, a story of a boy growing up too fast for any normal child, of the destruction and devastation that he had seen, that he had caused and the inevitable loss and misery in his ultimate sacrifice to his village.
But how, how do you explain things to someone that you are about to kill? Someone who you are going to hold under the icy waters of the river that your lives and your relationships, hold them through the thrashing of a desperate animal trying to save their own life until the terrible, terrible numbness set in, until the first of many icy breaths of water make their way into their lungs and suddenly, they are no longer moving. How do you justify your actions? Especially to someone who you love.
Do you slip on your mask, one of the million that are at your disposal, and play the part of the cold blooded murderer? But no, that is the part that you play for your little brother, for he is still young and naïve, not the person who knows who you are when not even you do. No, something like that will simply not be enough.
The red in his eyes faded and his eyes returned to its usual obsidian shade, the image of the sleeping form beside him burnt into his mind, one that may be the last.
No, Itachi decided, Shisui deserved nothing but the truth.