Your Lies | Itachi Uchiha x Reader

Epilogue

POV - Mei:

I hadn't seen Y/n since the day she ran away. Life swept me into the tides of duty as Mizukage, and I could never break away long enough to find her. Mother and I had searched—desperately, frantically—but the war broke out not long after, forcing me back to the village.

Years have passed. She would be twenty-four now. A full-grown woman. I exhaled, cradling my mug of coffee as I whispered her name. "Y/n..."

Eventually, I realized that chasing after her would only drive her farther away. If she wanted to come back, she would. And so, our search ended.

I walked the familiar streets of Kirigakure, the mist curling like ribbons through the air. Children dashed past me, their laughter echoing off the stone walls. One girl stumbled into a puddle, splashing muddy water onto my robes.

"Say sorry to the Mizukage right now!" her mother barked.

The child looked up at me, wide-eyed and blinking through wet lashes. She was a redhead, just like my sister. Her cerulean eyes sparkled with life, her face dotted with freckles.

"Sorry, Lady Mizukage," she murmured, bowing quickly.

I knelt down and tilted her chin upward. "It's alright," I said with a soft smile. "You're a pretty girl."

"Really?"

I nodded. "But being strong is just as important. Grow up to be a powerful woman."

"Hai! I will, Lady Mizukage!" she shouted, fists clenched in excitement.

Her mother gently guided her away as I turned to leave. I heard the girl pipe up behind me, "I want to be like her, Mom!"

I paused, my throat tightening. She reminded me of Y/n in every way—her spirit, her presence, her fire. When she's older, I'll take her in as a student. Just like I should've taken better care of Y/n.

POV - Hangetsu:

Among the usual stack of bills and scrolls in my mailbox, one envelope stood out. No seal, no sender. Only my name was written in delicate script:

To Hangetsu Hozuki — The Man I Didn't Deserve.

My breath caught. My heart thudded. I rushed inside, tearing the envelope open with trembling fingers.

Dear Han,

I'm sorry it took so long to write this. I didn't have the courage until now. Guilt haunted me every day for leaving you behind in Kirigakure. You gave me love I didn't deserve, and you deserve better.

Maybe you hate me by now. I understand if you do. I've been selfish. I thought you were my forever, but I've come to realize I wasn't yours. I'm not the girl you once knew—the Mizukage's sister, the village's prodigy. I'm a rogue shinobi, a mother, a woman who just wants to live free.

I hope you've found someone who lights up your world. Someone with kind eyes and a softer touch. Someone who loves you better than I did.

I'm sorry for leaving, and sorrier still for the way I loved you.

– Y/n

Tears fell freely. It had been so long since I last heard from her, and still, I loved her. Maybe I always would. But... maybe she was right. Maybe it was time to let go.

I folded the letter against my chest. Goodbye, Y/n.

POV - Sasuke:

She sat on a boulder, a gentle breeze playing with the ends of her auburn hair. Two children ran around her, giggling as they darted through the tall grass. She glanced at me as I approached but didn't move.

"Sasuke, I presume," she said, voice calm.

"Yes," I replied, stopping a few feet from her. "And you must be my brother's lover."

She smiled wistfully. "So, you know. Itachi... I miss him every day."

My throat tightened. I couldn't look her in the eye. Not after what I'd done. "Are they... his children?"

She nodded, brushing her fingers over her skirt. "Yes. I had them shortly after he passed."

"Twins?"

"Yes..."

"Do they have your kekkei genkai? And... the Sharingan?"

Before she could answer, the boy looked up. "Mother, is he bothering you?" His dark eyes flared red—the three tomoe swirling to life. It was like seeing Itachi again.

Y/n rested a hand on his shoulder, gently shaking her head. "No, honey. This is your uncle. Sasuke."

I knelt to meet the boy's gaze. "What's your name?"

"Shisui," he said flatly. "That's my sister, Miyuki."

I turned back to Y/n, stunned. "He told you about Shisui?"

She shook her head. "Not much. Just that he was someone important to him. Naming our son after him felt... right."

I smiled faintly. "You deserve to know everything—the truth about my brother. But you must promise to keep it secret."

She nodded. I sat beside her on the boulder.

The little girl trotted over, plopping into my lap. "Uncle Sasuke," she said sweetly, "I want to know about my daddy too."

Her blue eyes sparkled like crystal. Her jet-black hair reminded me of Itachi. Shisui's was a rich auburn, darker than Y/n's. They were perfect blends of both parents.

"Hai. I'll tell you both everything," I said, brushing Miyuki's hair back.

"Your father," I began, my voice catching in my throat, "was the greatest Uchiha to ever live. This is his story."

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