“I really wonder, except for Danzou’s order and your brother’s sake, what makes you determined to kill your own clan for village’s sake?”
Itachi looks at the masked man beside him. He detects no mockery in his tone, neither accusation, just plain curiousness. Part of him yells that this man is untrustworthy. This man is dangerous, an enemy of Konoha. But…
He’s an Uchiha. A family. The only one who know about his situation, his pain.
Maybe it’s the only time he can tell someone about his feeling for this damned task. Surely he’s allowed to take what he can get, just in a moment of selfishness.
A soft, almost lazy but not indifferent voice rings on his ears. Another man who also received Sharingan from his dear, dead friend. His determination to move his broken body away from his teammates’ grave, from vicious whisper to end his own life like his legendary father, just for the sake of a promise alone.
“Someone entrusted me with one of his precious eyeballs, along with a promise to protect Konoha and Uchiha. I want to honor that promise with my life. But this…is all I can do.”
Shisui…
He carefully conceals his expression, can feel Madara stares intently at him. He has no clue what kind of expression his “ally” has right now. He’s never good at reading someone, and the one-eyehole mask makes it more difficult.
In all fairness for him, perhaps no one in this world can properly express their feeling with only one eye visible. Yes, he has met Hatake Kakashi, worked for 2 years in his squad, and although he realized that the so-called Friend-Killer reputation is just an inaccurate rumor, for him his captain is as cold-blooded, as unreadable as other people thought.
Itachi could not trust people who wear mask to hide their faces. Whether ally or enemy, comrade or foe.
“You reminds me of someone, pathetically so.”
Itachi suppresses his jolt. Does Madara read his mind? It can’t be, even the Madara himself can’t copy Yamanaka’s ability and delves into his mind without his awareness.
Right?
No, the man in front of him is an enemy of Konoha. He can’t let himself be shaken in front of the enemy. Maybe he should shake him back.
“Do I remind you of your little brother whom his eyes lodged in your skull?” Itachi mused, nonchalantly.
Madara gave no response.
In Uchiha history, it was never clear whether Uchiha Madara forcefully took his brother’s eyes or he received it as a gift. It probably will never be clear. Itachi doesn’t push his ‘ally’ to answer him, he has no interest to obtain the truth. He can’t afford to think about a long dark past, when his own dark future is looming over him.
The dark future of his beloved little brother hating him forever, the future of his death by those pure little hands.
“Let’s get started.”
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The masked man silently plucks a pair of eyes from their previous holder, a young shop-owner lady who probably never touch hitai-ate let alone went to battlefield, yet instantly awaken her Sharingan when she saw her child being gutted in front of her.
He makes sure to remember their figure with his Sharingan, so he can bring them together again, in the another world.
‘Madara’ (in the past he called himself Uchiha Obito, but his past belongs in the fake world and he no longer cares for anything from that fake world) stares passively at the massacre that happened right in front of him. He has no care for the victims, Uchiha clan means nothing to him. His past self is the black sheep of this clan and his new persona are being shunned by the same clan. Despite that, it’s not like he hates Uchiha clan or anything, he just sees no reason to mourn them.
He will create them again in the ‘real’ world anyway, and this time maybe they can be his real family. Both for his past self and his new self.
He was more interested in the teen perpetrator of tonight's horrendous massacre. The pathetic 13 years old boy, with trembling shoulder, bloodied hands, and tears brimming on his red eyes.
The boy who is too selfless for his own good, too obedient…
Too weak..
He still can see the little boy from 5 years ago, although the kid certainly grows from that time (he even awakes a powerful Mangekyou). An 8 years old kid, has awaken his Sharingan after witnessing the death of his teammate, the kid whom he almost killed just before he sensed Hatake Kakashi’s approaching chakra.
Because of course he always arrives on time.
That annoying Bakakashi.
He brushed that useless thought from his head.
“It must be Uchiha Shisui who gave him the eye.”
Uchiha Shisui, Shisui of the Body Flicker, the Owner of Mangekyou Sharingan Kotoamatsukami.
Uchiha Itachi’s closest comrade, despite neither of them are placed in the same squad.
He was presumed dead by suicide jumping to the Naka river, yet his corpse was never retrieved.
Just like him.
It’s an useless thought of an useless scenario in the useless world but..
What if a miracle happened once again?
What if Uchiha Shisui jolted awake, surrounded by darkness with no light in sight…
Drag his broken body, desperately ran back toward his home…
To watch his trusted person murdered his family, his beloved clan, his ray of light?
What will he feel? Anger? Sorrow? Helplessness?
Will he think… That this world is a hell too?
‘Madara’ shakes his head solemnly. He should stop putting useless thoughts in his mind. There’s no way this evil, cruel, despicable world allows a miracle happen for a second time. It won’t even allow him to make it in time, to let him save her, save him, save them.
And that’s precisely why he can’t accept this world as nothing more than a fake reality.
‘Madara’ chuckles, as if the massive bloodbath that happens in front of him is just a big, silly jokes.
Probably, for him, it is.
“Don’t worry, Itachi… I promised that Shisui, your parents, your clan, your brother, everything you hold dear, will exist by your side in the ‘real’ world, the world of Infinite Tsukuyomi.”
'Madara’ spins around, his laughter mixed with his clan’s scream decorates the moonlight night.
The annoyingly silver moonlight.
"Ahh, I really can’t wait to paint the silver moon into red, and turn this hell into heaven…”