@kcgarashi continued from here
Sooner or later, something like this was bound to happen. He was following after Toshizo. Who would ever guess that he would be sent on a mission? It felt as if the old days were back, yet they would never truly feel the same again. His old life, his youth, his innocence, his fate, and his kindness were all gone. The only thing left was HER—Rera. He would behave and live for her; with her, he would bottle up his rage and contain the monster that lived within him.
The truth was that even the monster inside him loved her… it lived for her.
Sooner or later, something like this was bound to happen. Shisui found himself trapped, his own body ensnared by cursed shackles jutsu. This seal prevented him from causing trouble—or, heaven forbid, from killing someone. However, it did not stop others from attacking him. The ensuing commotion left Shisui with no choice but to defend himself.
Toshizo was punished alongside Shisui, accused of freeing him from his prison. But the ninja who served as Shisui's shadow did nothing of the sort; the shackles came off on their own. How could this happen? Shisui had lost his fate, but did the goddesses also lose faith in him?
A lot of things seemed out of place, but the attackers—who loudly proclaimed that this was for Sasuke and the Uchiha clan—were not Leaf ninja. Once again, the assault originated from the Village Hidden in the Clouds.
There was a reason the Sharingan was feared among all nin villages, the red pinwheel flashed and danced in the red of his eyes. Flickering lights of the surrounding fires, and the blade Shisui had was so sharp it cut effortlessly through flesh and bone, severing limbs and heads from the bodies while the owners were still screaming. Sharingan pin pointing every target
And Shisui basked in their dying sounds. He chuckled when a fearless cloud nin tried to fight him back. A filthy cloud nin they were. They never learn or give up their fantasy of stealing Sharingan. The most important thing to these wretches was his eyes. But all they will gain is a shallow grave. Rera with him she was in danger. The thought alone was enough to stir more flames of anger inside the already vivid Uchiha. Whoever dares to touch her, he will tear that person apart.
The massacre continued and no one could stop him. This was bloodthirsty Uchiha in his full glory. His wrath was unstoppable leaving even his companion Thoshizo stunned. His laughter almost turned manic as he hunted them down one by one, no one could escape his sharp blade or his cruelty, he unleashed himself till no one was standing.
Humans were deceiving; his Sharingan could sense more life stirring ahead in the corridor leading to the chamber in front of him. His crows confirmed it. There was no way to escape, and even if some managed to slip past him, they would not survive an encounter with Thoshizo at the exit. His anger had surged, and he had unleashed his flicker ability form to dispatch them quickly. Now, as his anger diminished, he focused on maintaining his calmness as he pressed forward. This felt familiar.
He walked in, and the sound of his footsteps created a steady rhythm, reminiscent of someone moving at a consistent pace. The noise was surprisingly pleasant to the ear, like silver chains swaying, clinking, and crinkling. But that was his blades clicking as he walked. Little did anyone realize that this sound foreshadowed a looming calamity. In stark contrast to the earlier cheerful laughter that followed the murder he had committed, it now felt eerie. Shisui stepped into the main chamber, causing everyone to turn and look at him. He stood as still as a statue, taking in the scene before him, his gaze sweeping over the men without acknowledging them. The leader was to be brought back to Leaf Village.
He thinks of her once more as he extends his arms to be branded again. He feels like a prisoner once more, almost five years apart from her. The agony of being separated from her is worse than any torture he could ever endure. The things he needs to tell her—the decision he must make—weigh heavily on his mind. He should have never gotten involved with her. Yet, he can still vividly recall her taste as they kissed.
He stood at her doorstep, watching her as she worked at the counter. She seemed frozen in time, oblivious to the world around them. Being apart from her caused him almost physical pain. The urge to act was overwhelming—it felt as natural to him as walking. With a single flicker, he pulls her into his arms, holding her tightly after such a long separation.
