Uchiha Shisui
If Shisui had to describe Hitomi in a word, it would be kind.
His younger cousin was undoubtedly kind. Probably the kinder person Shisui had ever known, because not many would forgive what he had done…Nevermind, still claim him as family; treating him like a brother and welcoming him in his house with open arms.
“Welcome home.” Hitomi greets him. “How was your mission?”
“Fine.” Shisui answers with a tired smile as he enters the kitchen. “Where are your little monsters?”
He yelps as his hand is hit with the spoon, a pout taking place on his lips.
“Don’t call them that.” Hitomi glares at him in a very adorable way. “And today they’re staying in Aunt Mikoto’s house. Tenka has his graduation exam tomorrow, remember? Please, tell me you didn't forget. Because I don't feel like suffer a lecture from Fugaku-sama when my little brother kills you.”
“I didn’t forget.” Shisui lies, smiling sweetly, doing his best to not let show his growing panic. “I absolutely brought a gift for my baby cousin’s graduation.”
“You’re hopeless.” Hitomi sighs, rolling his eyes fondly. “But I knew that, so I asked Itachi to buy something for you.”
“You’re the best!”
“Yes, yes, I know.” Hitomi returns his attention to the food. “Now, go on and take a shower. You stink.”
Shisui grins evilly and hugs his cousin, making sure to press his sweaty forehead on Hitomi’s face before shunshin away as the younger Uchiha shrieked in offence.
He’s laughing as he gets into his room, feeling a calming sense of joy at being home after a long mission. He would never admit it, but he always missed his mismatched family when he was away, and the reason he fought so hard to return unscratched was because he never wanted to see Hitomi looking so devastated as when Yasu died.
Never again, he promised to himself as he entered the shower, letting himself dive in the warm chakra that belonged to his cousin. Now, spiked and fiery, irritated by the prank, but still undoubtedly warm and full of affection.
When Danzo took his eye, Shisui ran.
He ran, mind clouded with desperation, not knowing where to go. He couldn’t go to the Clan. They were at the sunset of a full-off war and this would give the elders the excuse to execute the plans they had. The entire village would burn! Many innocents would die, and it would all be his fault.
But if not to the Clan, where should he go?
Not to the Hokague. He couldn't trust that it would be justice for him, not when the perpetrator was councilman Dnazo.
He cursed out loud.
If only Hitomi was on the village, then he would...!
It didn’t mattered. There was no time for “what if’s”
He felt relieved when Itachi found him, but that relief didn’t last long, They weren’t safe— they wouldn’t be. Their home was just a hunting field. And as long Shisui was alive, as long his eyes existed, they would be hunted.
Taking the decision of ending his life was easier than he thought it would be. But then, when he put his cousins lives in comparison to his own, there was just no point, he would always choose his cousins.
Itachi, Sasuke, Tenka, Koutarou and Hitomi were his life.
He died with the hope that Itachi could find a solution
He died hoping Hitomi’s plan would work.
He died regretting only one thing; not being able to say goodbye