Contrition [Itachi Uchiha x Reader]

#6: Consultation

"Sasuke Uchiha, may I have a quick word with you?"

The raven-haired teenager kept his back turned to the speaker as he drew books from his locker. "Not interested."

"My name is [Name] [Surname]. In case you haven't heard, I have recently become your brother's counsellor. I just need to ask you a few questions about him. If you comply, I can get you out of your next class. Now are you interested?"

Needless to say, that got his attention. "I don't understand why you'd want to help him in the first place, Professor. It's a waste of your time."

"You don't really believe that."

"Oh?" Upon slamming the locker shut, he turned around to face her. "What makes you think he can change?"

"What makes you think he can't?"

Sasuke groaned. "I'm sorry Professor, but I can't be of any help to you. Contrary to what you might think, I don't care what happens to him."

"Yes, you do."

"No, I don't. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a class to attend."

*

"So, I had the pleasure of conversing with your brother today," [Name] said with a small smile.

"You talked to Sasuke?" asked Itachi, surprise evident on his face.

"He's studying Literature at the university where I teach. Utter coincidence."

"It's a small world," he muttered through gritted teeth. "What did you talk about?"

"You."

Itachi could feel his blood boiling. "Dr. [Surname], I'm going to ask you not to approach him anymore."

"I had a feeling you would say that, but I'm afraid I can't do as you ask, Itachi. You see, you're not telling me everything. So I need to get my information from somewhere," she declared, knotting her fingers on her lap.

The man furrowed his brow. "I'm telling you everything I know."

"No, you're not."

"I've answered your every question truthfully and meticulously. What more do you want?"

"I'll be the judge of that. Why did you kill your parents?"

"I told you, I was under a lot of pressure from them. We were always arguing. One day I couldn't take it anymore."

"You couldn't take it anymore?" She could tell that his calm demeanour was quickly fading. "For someone with such a low tolerance for domestic quarrels, you seemed to have no trouble surviving prison. Tell me, why did you confess?"

"Because it was the right thing to do!" he snapped.

"Why wait until the next morning to confess?"

"I was scared."

"Scared people run, Itachi. Where did you sleep that night?"

"At home."

"And you didn't mind the dead people in the next room?"

"No, because I put them there," he said, desperately trying to keep the annoyance out of his voice.

"Did you even consider running?"

"Yes."

"Itachi, do you have nightmares?"

"Excuse me?"

"Nightmares. About that time. About killing them."

"No."

"Really? That's not what I heard."

"What has Officer Hoshigaki told you?" he asked, clenching his jaw.

"That's not important. What matters is what you tell me."

"I might dream of it from time to time. So what?"

"So you're still traumatized by it."

"The prison counsellors had the same theory - that I was suffering from PTSD. Some even went so far as to say I had multiple personality disorder."

"They're not entirely wrong."

"So I'm two people at once?" he scoffed. "Nice to know."

"Where did you get the gun from, Itachi?"

"It was my father's. He was a police officer."

"Where did he keep it?"

"He usually keeps it on his person. But that day he left it in the first drawer of his file cabinet."

"What make and model was the gun?"

"It was a Glock seventeen. I don't understand why you're asking me this. You can get all this information from the investigation report."

"Just verifying some facts. But I'm impressed. Ten years and you still remember everything down to the last detail. Although it does seem a lot like you just memorized everything on your file."

Itachi rose to his feet. "I think we're done here."

"Is this you answering my questions truthfully and meticulously?" she asked with a slight chuckle. When he sat back down, she continued. "Do you also remember how you felt when you killed them?"

"Yes. Angry."

"Just angry? You didn't feel doubt or fear?"

"No. I remember getting very angry and the rest was all a blur."

"And this is why I need to talk to Sasuke."

Itachi blinked in confusion. "I don't understand."

"Everything you said was incredibly accurate, except the last statement. You weren't angry. You shot them at point blank range. It was calculated and precise. Premeditated. Your father was a policeman, he wouldn't have left a loaded gun in an easily accessible location like a drawer. Which means you had the time and the presence of mind to fetch the bullets, load them into the gun, aim and pull the trigger. If you were indeed as scared as you claim to be, you would have panicked, dropped the gun, called the police or atleast ran. Also, why didn't you kill your brother when he caught you red-handed? Why did you let him flee the scene? As for what you were doing that night, I have absolutely no clue. You didn't move the bodies, nor did you hide the gun. You were prepared to confess from the very start which is why you didn't even bother to change your blood-stained clothes. That doesn't sound like a scared teenager to me. Although, I have theory as to why you waited until the next morning to confess. Would you like to hear it?"

"Knock yourself out."

[Name] smiled mischievously as she pushed her glasses up her nose.

"Someone made you kill your parents. You were following someone's orders."

"That's ludicrous!"

"I know. So tell me Itachi, who was it?"

"I don't know what you're talking about!" he exclaimed.

"I wonder if Sasuke knows."

"Stay away from him!"

"I can't. I know now that you're not going to help yourself."

"I-I demand another counsellor. This isn't working out." I didn't expect her to be so persistent, Itachi thought, scowling.

The [Surname] leaned forward on her elbows, her eyes dancing with amusement as a smirk played across her lips.

"Finally! Now we're making some progress."