（ a simple statement, but it speaks volumes. the act and art of knowing, and being known. things like favourite foods, favourite colours, history and hopes all woven together like a tapestry. they have known each other for nearly three years, and somehow simultaneously a lifetime.
itachi rises, to help him fetch the dishes. they set the table together. sasuke, meanwhile, makes a sort of tche sound, and just holds out his hand for the bowl. manners, again.
but they talk, over the meal. his demeanour doesn't exactly warm, but most of the comments he makes or questions he poses to wei ying are bluntly practical. he does spend a considerable amount of time interrogating him about his combat capabilities, which he seems to consider the only adequate benchmark for the significant other of an uchiha. finally, at a question about swords — ）
Sasuke. Please refill the teapot.
（ and off he goes, clear exasperation not quite undercutting the familial devotion — or any of the other myriad things he feels towards itachi now. ）
[Wei Wuxian does a poor job of concealing a laugh, finishing the last sip of his tea and placing the cup back down on the table. When he turns to look at Itachi, there's a lightness in his body language that isn't often present, though if anyone has brought it out of him in his time aboard the Ximilia, it's certainly been Itachi.]
I really do love him. [He says, and it's half exaggeration, and half sincere.
Sasuke is rude and insolent, and clearly measures a person's worth more by their combative ability, but he loves his brother and is a sweet boy beneath it all. More than that, he is Itachi's, and for that alone he's won Wei Wuxian's heart.]
He and Jiang Cheng would have hated each other. [He laughs in earnest at the thought.]
（ to be honest, he's not certain sasuke would ever be someone to like people indiscriminately. even as a child, he could be surly and standoffish with those he didn't like. given what he knows of wei ying's brother, there would almost certainly be no lost love.
his focus remains on the kitchen, where he hears sasuke thumping around. looking for the tea, most likely. ）
Most likely.
（ but he doesn't think that it would have ever been a cruel sort of hatred. just bickering. annoyance. perhaps a bit of competitiveness. ）
He's the best thing to have ever come from the Uchiha.
（ even after everything, he never lost his ability to love. that speaks volumes in and of itself. ）
[Wei Wuxian can think of something else, or rather someone else from the Uchiha that might give Sasuke a run for his money, but Wei Wuxian is an older brother too, and not a fool. (More than that, he knows his own bias.) As Shijie was the best person to have ever lived, why shouldn't Sasuke be the best to come from the Uchiha?
He hums softly in understanding.]
He does like spicy foods. [It's spoken softly, silly, but not meant as a detraction. On this matter, he defers to Itachi.]
（ that statement pulls a laugh out of him, like drawing infection from a wound. ）
He does.
（ he closes his eyes in memory. ）
When he realized I didn't like them, he went out of his way to build his own tolerance. I think he was excited to beat me at something. （ at anything. because it was a way to get attention for something that was uniquely his own, and even then sasuke had craved that much. ）
（ he shakes his head faintly, warm amusement settling into his expression. to say it makes him look younger is inaccurate — it's more that he looks his age. ）
You've beaten me at shogi a time or two, as well.
（ wei ying and his chaotic, uncounterable playstyle, smh. ）
[That gets a laugh out of him as he remembers the first time he'd done it and the look of pure disbelief on Itachi's face. Disbelief not that Wei Wuxian had won, but over how.]
You're catching onto my chaos strategy now, [he pouts, eyes warm and playful] it's gotten harder to beat you.
Maybe that means we need to go swimming more often, for the ego boost.
I've been practicing that more often myself, you know.
（ look it's not like he ever needed to swim. when a bitch can walk on water and really only enjoys being submerged in onsen... and is also trying not to use chakra as a cheat code, smh. ）
Have you? [There's interest there, teasing, but also sincere. He always loves being challenged by Itachi whether in a game of strategy or an old fashioned race. And anyway, swimming has somehow become something they've come to partake in together quite often, or if not swimming then at least wading. From that first waterfall on Giva, to the more recent bioluminescent cove in the Golden Haven bay.]
Then on the next mission—[The last one, he doesn't say]—if circumstances allow, we should swim together again.
（ it's a little sound that wei ying, by now, should recognize as a sort of warm assent — and then he gets a faint touch of warning to the inside of his wrist, and a nod towards the door leading to the hallway, nearer the bedrooms.
his mother steps in and unlike sasuke, she is ageless. only a few years older than he himself now, wearing the apron he recalls her in most often. wei ying might be stricken by how strong the familial resemblance is between them — itachi always did favour her, but the warm and inviting smile she wears is the mirroring of an expression he would have seen perhaps only a handful of times on itachi.
she comes over to the low table, bending faintly so she can place a kiss to the top of his head, and then she moves onto wei ying and simply repeats the gesture without a trace of hesitation. ）
Ah, someone else's turn to cook, I see?
（ this is asked playfully right as sasuke returns with the tea, and takes his seat across from itachi. in his mother's presence, his attitude is instantly changed — the dutiful son, as he pours them all a fresh cup. ）
[Where seeing Sasuke had immediately brought Wei Wuxian's teasing older brother instincts to the surface, being exposed to Uchiha Mikoto is different. He grows quiet in a way Itachi has likely never seen, something like awe in his gaze as it follows her from the moment she enters the room. She's graceful in her movement, not unlike Itachi, and Wei Wuxian remembers that she's shinobi too, born and raised.
But more than that, her smile is beautiful. Uchiha Mikoto is beautiful.
(The smile conjures images of Shijie in his memory, a hand pressed gently to his cheek. It conjures images of another woman smiling too, face blurry and red ribbon spilling down long black hair.)
He inhales quietly when she kisses Itachi with motherly affection and then demonstrates the same gesture on Wei Wuxian, and his fingers curl beneath the kotatsu blanket, out of sight where no one can see it. For a second he looks entranced, and then he blinks himself back to the moment and ducks his head, shy and lifting a finger to rub self consciously at the tip of his nose.]
Ah, I hope you don't mind. It's never been my best skill, but I've been improving.
（ itachi, for his part, is content to sit quietly, one hand curled around his teacup. sasuke starts chattering about a mission, and his mother starts a line of parallel conversation with wei ying, asking him how the journey was to konoha, and if they'll be staying long.
it's — nice. it feels like home. and he knows that he could shatter this world with a thought, but the thought does no more than lie quiescent in the back of his mind. he does not even frame it to himself as doing something kindly for wei ying — although he enjoys seeing his friend in his colours and crest, in seeing the way his expression softens and how he hangs on mikoto's every word, this is ultimately a selfish thing.
he wanted wei ying to meet his family. to know them, inasmuch as he can.
his father's entrance is a bit more subdued, perhaps. he just steps in, weary, still wiping his hands on an old cloth that then gets tucked into his belt. he looks older than itachi remembers, or perhaps he just never realized the toll the possibility of a coup was taking on him. from him, itachi gets a respectful nod, sasuke a gruff pat on the head as he passes, and wei ying an appraising look. but he says nothing until he sits in his proper kamiza place as the head of the clan, hands resting on his thighs. then: ）
I see my son has made a friend.
（ that look on wei ying has a weight to it. fugaku reaches for his tea, which sasuke had so painstakingly filled, and he lifts it for a drink. ）
[Even the knowledge that Uchiha Fugaku does not actually reside inside of this illusion isn't enough to calm the drumbeat of his heart as Wei Wuxian watches him enter the room. Granted, it is a different kind of panic that overtakes him now, one born of fierce affection and determination (and only a small sliver of terror.) This is the man who raised Itachi, the father whom he loves. No matter what else lies between them, Wei Wuxian knows this much to be true.
And even if this isn't real, even if this is just an echo of things that could have been in another world, Wei Wuxian resolves to do his best to prove to Fugaku that his heart is true. This illusion might be the only way they get to have this, but that doesn't mean Wei Wuxian won't face it head on the way Itachi deserves.
When Fugaku's eyes come to rest on him, Wei Wuxian straightens and then he bows at the waist, raising his hands to perform the motions of a cultivator's salute. The bow isn't so deep as to be groveling, but deep enough to acknowledge the hierarchy between them and the proper respect that should be afforded his laozhang ren. When he raises his eyes again, they're warm and bright.]
I'm grateful to meet you, Shu shu. I am Wei Ying of Yunmeng, son of Wei Changze and Cangse Sanren. I am fortunate to have crossed paths with your son. He has indeed become my very precious friend. [His eyes flicker to Itachi and then away again.]
I would expound on the many reasons why, but I suspect he wouldn't enjoy that very much, so instead I'll offer my thanks and deep gratitude.
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（ a simple statement, but it speaks volumes. the act and art of knowing, and being known. things like favourite foods, favourite colours, history and hopes all woven together like a tapestry. they have known each other for nearly three years, and somehow simultaneously a lifetime.
itachi rises, to help him fetch the dishes. they set the table together. sasuke, meanwhile, makes a sort of tche sound, and just holds out his hand for the bowl. manners, again.
but they talk, over the meal. his demeanour doesn't exactly warm, but most of the comments he makes or questions he poses to wei ying are bluntly practical. he does spend a considerable amount of time interrogating him about his combat capabilities, which he seems to consider the only adequate benchmark for the significant other of an uchiha. finally, at a question about swords — ）
Sasuke. Please refill the teapot.
（ and off he goes, clear exasperation not quite undercutting the familial devotion — or any of the other myriad things he feels towards itachi now. ）
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I really do love him. [He says, and it's half exaggeration, and half sincere.
Sasuke is rude and insolent, and clearly measures a person's worth more by their combative ability, but he loves his brother and is a sweet boy beneath it all. More than that, he is Itachi's, and for that alone he's won Wei Wuxian's heart.]
He and Jiang Cheng would have hated each other. [He laughs in earnest at the thought.]
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his focus remains on the kitchen, where he hears sasuke thumping around. looking for the tea, most likely. ）
Most likely.
（ but he doesn't think that it would have ever been a cruel sort of hatred. just bickering. annoyance. perhaps a bit of competitiveness. ）
He's the best thing to have ever come from the Uchiha.
（ even after everything, he never lost his ability to love. that speaks volumes in and of itself. ）
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He hums softly in understanding.]
He does like spicy foods. [It's spoken softly, silly, but not meant as a detraction. On this matter, he defers to Itachi.]
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He does.
（ he closes his eyes in memory. ）
When he realized I didn't like them, he went out of his way to build his own tolerance. I think he was excited to beat me at something. （ at anything. because it was a way to get attention for something that was uniquely his own, and even then sasuke had craved that much. ）
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How very like a little brother! And so sweet. [Even when the laughter peters away, his smile is effusive.]
Although I'll admit I can relate. I think the only thing I've ever bested you at is swimming, and a handful of Go games.
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You've beaten me at shogi a time or two, as well.
（ wei ying and his chaotic, uncounterable playstyle, smh. ）
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You're catching onto my chaos strategy now, [he pouts, eyes warm and playful] it's gotten harder to beat you.
Maybe that means we need to go swimming more often, for the ego boost.
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I've been practicing that more often myself, you know.
（ look it's not like he ever needed to swim. when a bitch can walk on water and really only enjoys being submerged in onsen... and is also trying not to use chakra as a cheat code, smh. ）
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Then on the next mission—[The last one, he doesn't say]—if circumstances allow, we should swim together again.
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（ it's a little sound that wei ying, by now, should recognize as a sort of warm assent — and then he gets a faint touch of warning to the inside of his wrist, and a nod towards the door leading to the hallway, nearer the bedrooms.
his mother steps in and unlike sasuke, she is ageless. only a few years older than he himself now, wearing the apron he recalls her in most often. wei ying might be stricken by how strong the familial resemblance is between them — itachi always did favour her, but the warm and inviting smile she wears is the mirroring of an expression he would have seen perhaps only a handful of times on itachi.
she comes over to the low table, bending faintly so she can place a kiss to the top of his head, and then she moves onto wei ying and simply repeats the gesture without a trace of hesitation. ）
Ah, someone else's turn to cook, I see?
（ this is asked playfully right as sasuke returns with the tea, and takes his seat across from itachi. in his mother's presence, his attitude is instantly changed — the dutiful son, as he pours them all a fresh cup. ）
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But more than that, her smile is beautiful. Uchiha Mikoto is beautiful.
(The smile conjures images of Shijie in his memory, a hand pressed gently to his cheek. It conjures images of another woman smiling too, face blurry and red ribbon spilling down long black hair.)
He inhales quietly when she kisses Itachi with motherly affection and then demonstrates the same gesture on Wei Wuxian, and his fingers curl beneath the kotatsu blanket, out of sight where no one can see it. For a second he looks entranced, and then he blinks himself back to the moment and ducks his head, shy and lifting a finger to rub self consciously at the tip of his nose.]
Ah, I hope you don't mind. It's never been my best skill, but I've been improving.
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it's — nice. it feels like home. and he knows that he could shatter this world with a thought, but the thought does no more than lie quiescent in the back of his mind. he does not even frame it to himself as doing something kindly for wei ying — although he enjoys seeing his friend in his colours and crest, in seeing the way his expression softens and how he hangs on mikoto's every word, this is ultimately a selfish thing.
he wanted wei ying to meet his family. to know them, inasmuch as he can.
his father's entrance is a bit more subdued, perhaps. he just steps in, weary, still wiping his hands on an old cloth that then gets tucked into his belt. he looks older than itachi remembers, or perhaps he just never realized the toll the possibility of a coup was taking on him. from him, itachi gets a respectful nod, sasuke a gruff pat on the head as he passes, and wei ying an appraising look. but he says nothing until he sits in his proper kamiza place as the head of the clan, hands resting on his thighs. then: ）
I see my son has made a friend.
（ that look on wei ying has a weight to it. fugaku reaches for his tea, which sasuke had so painstakingly filled, and he lifts it for a drink. ）
Well, then? What do you have to say for yourself.
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And even if this isn't real, even if this is just an echo of things that could have been in another world, Wei Wuxian resolves to do his best to prove to Fugaku that his heart is true. This illusion might be the only way they get to have this, but that doesn't mean Wei Wuxian won't face it head on the way Itachi deserves.
When Fugaku's eyes come to rest on him, Wei Wuxian straightens and then he bows at the waist, raising his hands to perform the motions of a cultivator's salute. The bow isn't so deep as to be groveling, but deep enough to acknowledge the hierarchy between them and the proper respect that should be afforded his laozhang ren. When he raises his eyes again, they're warm and bright.]
I'm grateful to meet you, Shu shu. I am Wei Ying of Yunmeng, son of Wei Changze and Cangse Sanren. I am fortunate to have crossed paths with your son. He has indeed become my very precious friend. [His eyes flicker to Itachi and then away again.]
I would expound on the many reasons why, but I suspect he wouldn't enjoy that very much, so instead I'll offer my thanks and deep gratitude.