This is my half angst and half comforting fluff with Shisui and Itachi, that I just wrote last night. I blame @_UchihaSlut_ for making me fall in love head over heals in this ship. And I just a few hours later, wrote another one about them, so I decided to not put them in the one-shot book as I originally planned - they deserve their own one! Also, in this book, apart from Itachi's retrospection in the beginning, they're 18 (Itachi) and 23 (Shisui).
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This part is in Itachi's POV
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Being 13 is confusing. All the guys your age already start talking about girls, how they wanna kiss them and which one is the prettiest. And then, when you're 13 and in ANBU, there are older guys, who also talk about the girls and way more than kissing. And you just listen quietly and everyone ignores you, cause you're quiet anyways and you just sit there like a piece of a completely different puzzle. Because I don't wanna kiss a girl, let alone other things. Because I wanna... just one hug maybe... but not from a girl...
And I need to tell somebody, to understand what it means and to be understood. So I go to the seemingly wisest person in the world, the one that was always shown to me as the utmost authority. The one I respected and needed to respect, because there probably wasn't another choice. And the one whose approval I looked for the most.
So I stand there for a few more moments, in front of his door and finally find the courage to softly knock.
- Dad?..
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- Not another word Itachi! Do you wish to be such a disgrace to The Clan? To The Uchihas?!
My heart broke in half that day. And the anger, boiling like a hot lava, grew in my chest, blinding me with rage. I ran to the training grounds as fast as I could, bumping into somebody on my way, it was Izumi who just looked confused, but I didn't care, she may have been nice to me, but never understood me anyway... I swiftly took out three shuriken from my pocket and threw them at the target. Then three more. And more. And more. And then kunai. All hitting the exact spots that I wanted. Then I grabbed the catana I wore on my back and slashed the target board in half.
I stood there panting, tears welling in my eyes, burning my eyelids from underneath. I hated them. All they ever saw me was a marionette, that should bring pride and glory to The Clan. Be smart, be skilled, be successful, master their fucking stupid jutsus, master the Sharingan that was the pride of the fucking Uchihas, to make others fear us, master it and show it to the world, show yourself like a toy on display! And no-one, not even my parents got it, that The Almighty Great Sharingan meant I got my heart broke in half when I lost a friend! I hated all of them!
All but... two. I couldn't hate Sasuke no matter what, even if he tried to kill me. I'll always vow to protect my baby brother. And obviously I couldn't hate Shisui, he was the only one to ever show me he cared.
But I hate the rest of The Clan.
The others were right. Even fucking Danzo, who made me nauseous when I looked at him, was in the right about them. I never really wanted them dead, but now... Now I do.
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[5 years later]
It was a real nightmare, living hell. Blooded streets, screams of the victims. I was running, I was caught, I had a knife at my throat!
- Itachi! ITACHI! Wake up!
I was shivering. I slowly started to realize, that it was indeed just a nightmare. A bad dream. Shivering, I wrapped myself tightly in my blanket and raised my eyes, to see Shisui with a worried expression.
- The dreams again? - I nodded in agreement. He hugged me, still all wrapped in my blanket and I slowly, gradually, started to relax my tense muscles, as I gave in to the warmth of his arms. I was still all shaky, but I reminded myself I'm safe now. As safe as you can get, when you're in a hideout of a terrorist organisation you're a part of and the Akatsuki cloaks hanging on your chair next to the bed never fail to remind you of it.
Memories kept floating through my brain like obnoxious flies, that you try to swat but to no avail. The memory of the night we ran away was always present in the back of my mind. When he said that wanting to be there for me was the only reason he stayed alive and faked his suicide to be able to leave Konoha with me. And that he would always be there to protect me.
I could always protect myself alright. I was strong, people feared me after all. But it was just so much easier with him by my side. My beloved Shisui, my one and only friend and for the last few months... my boyfriend. When I thought about it, a wave of warmth started spreading from my heart and through my veins. He surely sensed it, because he said:
- Feeling better 'Tachi, my sweetheart?
- Yeah, because I just thought that you are with me. And that I love you.
- Give me a kiss. - and he waited for a few seconds to make sure I was ready, he always waited, for every single kiss or touch. When I tilted my head invitingly with a gentle smile, he planted a very soft and sweet kiss on my lips. I melted into this kiss, like I always did.
- Want to cuddle under that blanket together?
- Yeah, sure!
I stood up to unwrap myself from the blanket burrito and we threw the blanket over our bodies as soon as we plopped on the bed together. I immediately buried my nose into his neck, inhaling his familiar scent, pulling him close and he cuddled me as if he never wanted to let go. He stroked my hair, making me feel so good and comforted.
Shisui started to gently scratch my head, as well as my back through my t-shirt. He knew well that I loved when he did it, that I relax like a purring kitten then.
- Hey, sweety?
- Hmm? - I hummed, feeling more and more pleasurable sensations washing over my body.
- You know that the next week is totally free for us? No missions, nothing?
- Oh yes, I've been looking forward to that! - I said happily.
- And you know that you turn 18 on Friday? Think what you want to do, because we need to make this day special for you!
- I want dangos - I said and he laughed, kissing me on the forehead.
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