[ believe it or not, he did factor the sharingan as a potential play on itachi's part during his past ruminations. it's almost an inevitability when dealing with an uchiha, yet it still feels a little comical to hear the man voice his demand out loud. maybe he expects to end the conversation by doing so. no one in their right mind would agree to look him in the eyes knowing what he can do. once trapped in his genjutsu, shikamaru won't be able to break out of it on his own and there is no one aboard the ximilian who could release him from it. he could easily be finished off in the quiet of this small kitchen. he wouldn't be as fortunate as he was back in the land of silence.
but if he doesn't agree to it, then they will be back to square one. would he be able to do this song and dance with him all over again? he knows far too well how one misstep can lead to the irreversible, how one missed opportunity can lead to a lifetime of regrets. he didn't agree to join the ximilian on impulse. from the moment he agreed to come aboard, he already threw away his life and what he knew of it. he came here to rectify his past mistakes and he cannot afford to have that goal be compromised by anyone or anything, no less uchiha itachi. at the same time, he realizes that he cannot move forward without overcoming this obstacle first.
the traces of gengo's words and the effect his voice had on him still lingers in the back of his mind, a undesirable memory that has followed him home to konoha and made even more prevalent here with the unexpected presence of itachi. shikamaru is no longer under its influence, yet it would be a lie to say that it hasn't been added to the plague of dreams that continue to haunt him late into the night. bothersome. it's all so fucking bothersome.
every rational part of him is warning him against taking this gamble. he can turn him down, regroup and figure out another method of getting him to talk. he doesn't need to rush it. they have time and yetโ he reasons that he would not be able to let it go even if he made the safe play now. he would rewind and replay every word of this exchange in his mind. it will rot and fester until he can draw closer to the truth again. he further reasons that withdrawing now does not mean that he would not be put into a similar situation once more โ that he might just be postponing the inevitable. what then? would they be trapped in a stalemate and for how long?
there is no easy answer to this. neither side would benefit if that were the case. there is only one move he could make that would progress this game they've started and yet it could very well be the same move that could effectively end it. as a leaf shinobi, as a man with a clear objective for being here, shikamaru cannot afford not to make that move. he was ready to lay down his life for the future of his village long before he accepted this almost surreal journey.
one thing stands clear to him as well โ rather than to think this is solely a gamble of life and death, this is also a test of trust. he does not trust uchiha itachi himself, but there is someone who he does trust above all else and that same person upheld itachi as a man who is deserving of honor. if he is to base his next move on that simple fact, in juxtaposition of what he now knows and suspects, then it is no longer a gamble or a test. it just is.
so without a word, he lifts his gaze, sharp and steadfast, to meet the brazen red of the mangekyล. ]
๏ผ it is the only move shikamaru could have made. the only one that did not end in stalemate. it surprises him not at all that he takes it, and for a single heartbeat it is as if nothing at all will come of it. then —
tsukuyomi.
they are pulled into that desolate realm of which he is conqueror and king, but rather than rolling expanse of black-red void beneath a blood moon, they are instead within the nakano shrine beneath the uchiha compound. itachi is sitting seiza several meters away from the stone tablet, allowing space for shikamaru to sit opposite him. ๏ผ
It is easier to speak here.
๏ผ it gives him reign, also, over shikamaru's life. he cannot say he is not tempted to show him what that power is like, to drown him at a riverbank, hold him until his body's last impulses to twitch and quake have been subsumed by imaginary death.
to bring him back, and do it over again. and again, and again — until he is trapped in the labyrinthine ruin of his own mind and no one aboard the ximilia can drag him back from that awful, awful brink.
instead, he gestures for shikamaru to join him on the tatami, and then rests his hands on his thighs. he is dressed plainly here, no hitai-ate, no akatsuki robe, nor the anonymous body armour of the anbu, just a dark-colored tunic with sleeves that brush his wrists. his hair is pulled back and bound. his eyes are simple, starless dark. ๏ผ
There was a legend, that Madara Uchiha had controlled the Kyลซbi with the mangekyล sharingan in the early days of Konoha's founding. After the attack that killed the Yondaime Hokage, that legend was brought to the forefront of people's minds. The rumour took root in the hearts and minds of the village. Police headquarters and our clan compound were relocated to the outskirts of the village, our responsibilities as a policing force reduced, our nomination for Hokage ignored. Resentment at this treatment simmered for many years following the attack, and it was eventually decided a coup d'รฉtat would be staged, with the goal of overthrowing the Hokage and instating our own leadership in Konoha. My father, Uchiha Fugaku, was the head of our clan and the captain of the police. He was also the man responsible for organizing the coup, and was expected to be the one to assume the mantle of Hokage.
By the time I entered ANBU, it was already very near a boiling point. For two years I served as a double agent at the behest of the Leaf, passing information to Sarutobi Hiruzen, Shimura Danzล and the Go-Ikenban regarding the Uchiha position. The Uchiha were under constant ANBU surveillance, with several units stationed around the city to observe them. Cameras covered nearly every corner of the compound. Any family that had a seditious member actively participating in planning the coup found themselves unable to hold a job beyond the compound. Shinobi that had been trusted in the Great War were no longer given important missions regardless of status or skill. All of this fed the fire of dissent. There were one hundred and sixty-eight members of the Uchiha clan that were of age and combat-capable — all but two supported the plan.
๏ผ this is all said dispassionately, there is no hint of what his true feelings on the matter may have been. it may as well be a mission report, for all the intonation that alights on his words. ๏ผ
Rather than permit their sedition to endanger Konoha in a time of fraught political engagement with the other villages, it was decided by the council that they would be eliminated. Shimura Danzล assigned the duty to me. As I had already accepted a mission from the Hokage to join the Akatsuki, it added credibility to my defection, ensuring my loyalties would never be in question. Afterwards, I remained in regular contact with Sarutobi Hiruzen to keep him aprised of Akatsuki's movements and aims.
๏ผ he lifts one elegant, fine-boned shoulder in an abortive shrug. ๏ผ
As far as I am aware, no proof of this exists save my word.
[ it disorients him at first โ a sudden and abrupt upset to his reality. he braces himself for the worst, only to find them within the solitary confines of what looks to be a shrine. the tension doesn't leave his body, not even when itachi gestures for him to sit across him on the tatami. he does so wordlessly.
there is nothing he can do now to resist him. the stark awareness and unsettling vulnerability of it sends an involuntary chill down his spine, yet he maintains a calm demeanor, albeit a somewhat displeased one. resting his own hands on his thighs, shikamaru keeps his focus trained on him as itachi begins to speak.
he can't say with any certainty what he was expecting to learn from him, but the more uchiha relayed to him of the circumstances surrounding the mission assigned to him, the more his frown deepens. there is too much to parse here. he quells the frenzy of thoughts threatening to erupt in his mind with the silent promise that he can allow them to overtake him later. these are events of the past anyway, he reassures himself; and this is neither the time nor place to be swept away by words.
instead, he immediately begins to pick apart the details he offers, comparing them with what he knows to be true from the documentations he has looked through and read up on. admittedly, there isn't a whole lot to go by, but there is still enough to at least determine that some things do line up. but as itachi succinctly puts it, there is no solid proof to back most of it up, especially when most of those involved are now dead. even the man in front of him should have simply been another bygone remnant.
what a cruel and sickening world they've lived in. ]
If what you say is true, then what is your purpose for being here? Are you trying to undo all that you have done?
๏ผ his tone is mild, rather lacking in judgement. shikamaru may ask him as many questions as pleases him, itachi does not owe him every secret to his name. ๏ผ
he still needs to spend the next week staring into the fucking abyss while he dissects everything they've talked about here. but sure, he can let it go for now. easy does it, right? ]
๏ผ he cancels out tsukuyomi with a thought, and the two of them are returned less than a heartbeat after he had first initiated it to the ximilia's kitchen with its utilitarian, brushed-steel walls. he lifts a hand to palm away the blood on his left cheek, rising to rinse his hand at the sink. ๏ผ
๏ผ what people say about sasuke doesn't trouble him. he knows his brother is — difficult. yet he knows equally as much that he would not have been so without the massacre of the clan. he sits back down, drying his hand on a towel which he then puts over his shoulder.
but, sasuke has survived. until at least nineteen. nothing beyond that is guaranteed, yet it still — eases something in the desperate clench of his chest. his brother will only become stronger, and if he took his eyes as intended he will not suffer the same ill fate that brought itachi to his end. it's more of a chance than danzล would have given him. all the things he wanted for his brother — friendship, a family, a life beyond the massacre all seem so very possible now, and he closes his eyes briefly.
he does not think shikamaru is lying. when one spends enough time as a spy, one becomes accustomed to divining truth. ๏ผ
[ shikamaru has his reasons for disliking sasuke. he can easily rationalize why he turned out the way he did, but none of it excuses the choices the guy made or the devastation he caused. it isn't an opinion he openly shares with others, but he has never been the type to hide his dislike for someone either.
he's glad for the subject change though. it is way too soon for him to be talking about sasuke with his older brother anyway. ]
Naruto? He's the same as ever. [ there is more affection in his tone now, a fleeting smile peeking through the solemnity that has enveloped him over the course of their exchange. ] Still an idiot. [ an idiot who'll make a great hokage one day. ]
Anyway, [ he finally picks up the cup set in front of him, raising it slightly before taking a sip of it. ] thanks for the tea, but I think I've taken enough of your time. [ he rises from his seat at the counter, picking up the bowl of porridge as well. ] I'll be on my way now.
๏ผ he lifts his cup as well in a gesture of farewell, but says nothing further. even with no ill effects imparted from tsukuyomi, he will likely need time to recover himself.
what shikamaru did was very brave and also very, very stupid — to allow an s-rank criminal to trap you in an unbreakable genjutsu on the off chance he may be telling the truth of his allegiance is beyond foolish. but oddly — it reminds him of naruto.
perhaps that's another thing he can change alongside his regret. he can ensure that the severity of the treatment towards him is lessened — after the friend he has been to sasuke, it's the least he could do in return. ๏ผ
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but if he doesn't agree to it, then they will be back to square one. would he be able to do this song and dance with him all over again? he knows far too well how one misstep can lead to the irreversible, how one missed opportunity can lead to a lifetime of regrets. he didn't agree to join the ximilian on impulse. from the moment he agreed to come aboard, he already threw away his life and what he knew of it. he came here to rectify his past mistakes and he cannot afford to have that goal be compromised by anyone or anything, no less uchiha itachi. at the same time, he realizes that he cannot move forward without overcoming this obstacle first.
the traces of gengo's words and the effect his voice had on him still lingers in the back of his mind, a undesirable memory that has followed him home to konoha and made even more prevalent here with the unexpected presence of itachi. shikamaru is no longer under its influence, yet it would be a lie to say that it hasn't been added to the plague of dreams that continue to haunt him late into the night. bothersome. it's all so fucking bothersome.
every rational part of him is warning him against taking this gamble. he can turn him down, regroup and figure out another method of getting him to talk. he doesn't need to rush it. they have time and yetโ he reasons that he would not be able to let it go even if he made the safe play now. he would rewind and replay every word of this exchange in his mind. it will rot and fester until he can draw closer to the truth again. he further reasons that withdrawing now does not mean that he would not be put into a similar situation once more โ that he might just be postponing the inevitable. what then? would they be trapped in a stalemate and for how long?
there is no easy answer to this. neither side would benefit if that were the case. there is only one move he could make that would progress this game they've started and yet it could very well be the same move that could effectively end it. as a leaf shinobi, as a man with a clear objective for being here, shikamaru cannot afford not to make that move. he was ready to lay down his life for the future of his village long before he accepted this almost surreal journey.
one thing stands clear to him as well โ rather than to think this is solely a gamble of life and death, this is also a test of trust. he does not trust uchiha itachi himself, but there is someone who he does trust above all else and that same person upheld itachi as a man who is deserving of honor. if he is to base his next move on that simple fact, in juxtaposition of what he now knows and suspects, then it is no longer a gamble or a test. it just is.
so without a word, he lifts his gaze, sharp and steadfast, to meet the brazen red of the mangekyล. ]
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tsukuyomi.
they are pulled into that desolate realm of which he is conqueror and king, but rather than rolling expanse of black-red void beneath a blood moon, they are instead within the nakano shrine beneath the uchiha compound. itachi is sitting seiza several meters away from the stone tablet, allowing space for shikamaru to sit opposite him. ๏ผ
It is easier to speak here.
๏ผ it gives him reign, also, over shikamaru's life. he cannot say he is not tempted to show him what that power is like, to drown him at a riverbank, hold him until his body's last impulses to twitch and quake have been subsumed by imaginary death.
to bring him back, and do it over again. and again, and again — until he is trapped in the labyrinthine ruin of his own mind and no one aboard the ximilia can drag him back from that awful, awful brink.
instead, he gestures for shikamaru to join him on the tatami, and then rests his hands on his thighs. he is dressed plainly here, no hitai-ate, no akatsuki robe, nor the anonymous body armour of the anbu, just a dark-colored tunic with sleeves that brush his wrists. his hair is pulled back and bound. his eyes are simple, starless dark. ๏ผ
There was a legend, that Madara Uchiha had controlled the Kyลซbi with the mangekyล sharingan in the early days of Konoha's founding. After the attack that killed the Yondaime Hokage, that legend was brought to the forefront of people's minds. The rumour took root in the hearts and minds of the village. Police headquarters and our clan compound were relocated to the outskirts of the village, our responsibilities as a policing force reduced, our nomination for Hokage ignored. Resentment at this treatment simmered for many years following the attack, and it was eventually decided a coup d'รฉtat would be staged, with the goal of overthrowing the Hokage and instating our own leadership in Konoha. My father, Uchiha Fugaku, was the head of our clan and the captain of the police. He was also the man responsible for organizing the coup, and was expected to be the one to assume the mantle of Hokage.
By the time I entered ANBU, it was already very near a boiling point. For two years I served as a double agent at the behest of the Leaf, passing information to Sarutobi Hiruzen, Shimura Danzล and the Go-Ikenban regarding the Uchiha position. The Uchiha were under constant ANBU surveillance, with several units stationed around the city to observe them. Cameras covered nearly every corner of the compound. Any family that had a seditious member actively participating in planning the coup found themselves unable to hold a job beyond the compound. Shinobi that had been trusted in the Great War were no longer given important missions regardless of status or skill. All of this fed the fire of dissent. There were one hundred and sixty-eight members of the Uchiha clan that were of age and combat-capable — all but two supported the plan.
๏ผ this is all said dispassionately, there is no hint of what his true feelings on the matter may have been. it may as well be a mission report, for all the intonation that alights on his words. ๏ผ
Rather than permit their sedition to endanger Konoha in a time of fraught political engagement with the other villages, it was decided by the council that they would be eliminated. Shimura Danzล assigned the duty to me. As I had already accepted a mission from the Hokage to join the Akatsuki, it added credibility to my defection, ensuring my loyalties would never be in question. Afterwards, I remained in regular contact with Sarutobi Hiruzen to keep him aprised of Akatsuki's movements and aims.
๏ผ he lifts one elegant, fine-boned shoulder in an abortive shrug. ๏ผ
As far as I am aware, no proof of this exists save my word.
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there is nothing he can do now to resist him. the stark awareness and unsettling vulnerability of it sends an involuntary chill down his spine, yet he maintains a calm demeanor, albeit a somewhat displeased one. resting his own hands on his thighs, shikamaru keeps his focus trained on him as itachi begins to speak.
he can't say with any certainty what he was expecting to learn from him, but the more uchiha relayed to him of the circumstances surrounding the mission assigned to him, the more his frown deepens. there is too much to parse here. he quells the frenzy of thoughts threatening to erupt in his mind with the silent promise that he can allow them to overtake him later. these are events of the past anyway, he reassures himself; and this is neither the time nor place to be swept away by words.
instead, he immediately begins to pick apart the details he offers, comparing them with what he knows to be true from the documentations he has looked through and read up on. admittedly, there isn't a whole lot to go by, but there is still enough to at least determine that some things do line up. but as itachi succinctly puts it, there is no solid proof to back most of it up, especially when most of those involved are now dead. even the man in front of him should have simply been another bygone remnant.
what a cruel and sickening world they've lived in. ]
If what you say is true, then what is your purpose for being here? Are you trying to undo all that you have done?
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๏ผ his tone is mild, rather lacking in judgement. shikamaru may ask him as many questions as pleases him, itachi does not owe him every secret to his name. ๏ผ
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I'm here for my own reasons.
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๏ผ shikamaru you literally got the straightest answer out of him this man has given anyone since he was an actual child, take the L. ๏ผ
Are you satisfied?
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he still needs to spend the next week staring into the fucking abyss while he dissects everything they've talked about here. but sure, he can let it go for now. easy does it, right? ]
For the time being.
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What of Sasuke?
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he knew sasuke was gonna be brought up sooner or later, but it doesn't make it any less exasperating. ]
That prick survived. He was more trouble than it was worth though.
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but, sasuke has survived. until at least nineteen. nothing beyond that is guaranteed, yet it still — eases something in the desperate clench of his chest. his brother will only become stronger, and if he took his eyes as intended he will not suffer the same ill fate that brought itachi to his end. it's more of a chance than danzล would have given him. all the things he wanted for his brother — friendship, a family, a life beyond the massacre all seem so very possible now, and he closes his eyes briefly.
he does not think shikamaru is lying. when one spends enough time as a spy, one becomes accustomed to divining truth. ๏ผ
And Uzumaki Naruto?
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he's glad for the subject change though. it is way too soon for him to be talking about sasuke with his older brother anyway. ]
Naruto? He's the same as ever. [ there is more affection in his tone now, a fleeting smile peeking through the solemnity that has enveloped him over the course of their exchange. ] Still an idiot. [ an idiot who'll make a great hokage one day. ]
Anyway, [ he finally picks up the cup set in front of him, raising it slightly before taking a sip of it. ] thanks for the tea, but I think I've taken enough of your time. [ he rises from his seat at the counter, picking up the bowl of porridge as well. ] I'll be on my way now.
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what shikamaru did was very brave and also very, very stupid — to allow an s-rank criminal to trap you in an unbreakable genjutsu on the off chance he may be telling the truth of his allegiance is beyond foolish. but oddly — it reminds him of naruto.
perhaps that's another thing he can change alongside his regret. he can ensure that the severity of the treatment towards him is lessened — after the friend he has been to sasuke, it's the least he could do in return. ๏ผ