It was a sleepless night for the elder Uchiha as he kept glancing sleeplessly at the never moving hands of the analog tile clock, hanging hideously on his barren walls. It was the only considered decoration in the dark room, white painted walls with a strange, dirt like floor. Maybe it was dirt.
What was the cause of his current misery? What put him at the mercy of the cruel nights when one would lie in a comfortable bed still awake when half the world was off resting? He recalled his actions before having climbed warily into the less than relaxing bed. Did he drink tea? Of course, what a silly question. But that made no difference, tea was an ordinary part of his diet. He was still able to nap soundlessly usually, even after this naturally caffeinated liquid was downed.
What else was out of his habit? Nothing really. It was an eventless day, passed in pure boredom as he twirled a pencil with his long, slender fingers. They ached now as he slightly regretted having spent the day in that manner.
What was particularly bothering him?
Him.
He couldn’t get him out of his clouded mind.
/Doushite kimi wo suki ni natte shimattan darou?
He pictured what was left to remember, not having allowed himself the luxury of seeing him after the bloody massacre. He wondered what he would look like after so many years of separation. How he longed to tell him that he hadn’t diminished the clan due to his want for power. Sighing, he attempted to fade the possible appearance of his younger brother, trying desperately to find peace in the night.
/Donna ni toki ga nagaretemo kimi wa zutto
As the sun came to Itachi’s rescue, still not having caught an ounce of rest, he clambered out of bed, dark circles of shadows under his now dull eyes, insomnia completely apparent on his still ever handsome face.
The Sharingan activated eyes that were constantly on, a crimson red that burned with intensity. His molded lips that were supposedly surprisingly soft, the pure black hair that crept down his back, the annoyance pulled back with a string. As he checked his appearance, making sure he didn’t look as sleep deprived as he really was, his mind only focused on the thing that kept him up all night.
/Koko ni iru to, omotteta no ni
They had all day to do nothing, to accomplish nothing. And he thought he had joined the organization for a purpose, he wanted nothing more than to take his mind of the later Uchiha, he desired something to occupy his filled mind.
“Kisame,” muttered Itachi, his mature voice echoing with the exhaustion he felt, “Bring me some toast, if you will.”
His partner stared at him disbelievingly, “Why don’t you get it yourself?”
A deathly glare was turned upon the cobalt skinned man as he turned to fetch the said toast obediently. As the still steaming toast was pulled onto the plate, Itachi heard a clang in the kitchen followed by the dropping of an expensive sounding ceramic plate.
Rubbing the bridge of his nose, he exhaled sharply, “Can you at least try to be careful? Those plates aren’t particularly cheap.”
The azure partner reappeared, holding the breakable plate in one hand, two pieces of toast, slightly burnt stacked rather sloppily on top of the other. He looked disgruntled, his irritation clearly hidden due to wise fear.
Itachi picked up the crisp toast, blackened slightly and bit on the corner without so much as another glance at it, “Thank you.”
Kisame immediately noted the action, wondering vaguely, yet appreciatively why Itachi had not yet criticized the scorched bread along with the breaking of a plate. There was something bothering him today, but Kisame was smart enough to dodge this man. If he weren’t paired with this unpleasant, ungrateful kid, he would’ve been out of his sight entirely.
Lucky him, the leader chose him to be paired up with the infamous Uchiha.
Itachi chewed slowly, thoughtfully, not bothering to ask if Kisame was at ease standing, arm starting to ache from still offering the plate of scalded food. He wondered what his little brother was doing now. He wondered if he was still bent on much wanted revenge. He wanted to reconnected with the boy. He wanted to see him again.
He wanted something that was too much of a sin to be mentioned.
/Demo kimi ga eranda no wa chigau michi
He wanted him.
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