#markedeath

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[uchihaed]

" we all deserve a happy ending don't we? "

@markedeath

      what an unfortunate question to ask the young outcast. he knew that coming face-to-face with death themselves would result in the stirring of some unsettling memories, but as the question hits itachi’s ears, he feels a well of tears in place of the blood that usually seeps from underneath his eyes. he agrees, all too wholeheartedly, but the misfortune of being born in a war-torn village, crafted above lies and betrayal; willed it that itachi had never known a single person who was gifted with the kind of death he and kindred thought they all deserved. the walls of his village, and many like it, were built in exchange for the graves of child soldiers, lovers, mothers, and fathers alike. there were no happy endings in a world like this.

    then there were the ghosts he made. the incorporeal weight that slugs itself over his shoulders each and every day. he tried with his core to make their deaths as painless as possible, even going as far as to damage his own eyes in order to paint a pleasant illusion for some of the clansmen that were especially horrified. what of izumi, the girl who would’ve been his wife one day? was the picture his sharingan drew for her: of them spending their lives together right before he plunged a kunai into her heart a ‘happy ending’? of course not. the sad reality is that a thirteen year old girl got to taste what she would’ve had if it weren’t for him becoming the blood-stained reaper of the uchiha.

    itachi drops to his knees, open palms and spread fingers grasping the front of his face. even he himself had resigned his chances at a happy ending when he butchered everyone he knew and loved. in a shaking voice, he replies to the aspect of death while the wolf circles him, awaiting his answer, “yes. we do. there’s not a soul in the world who doesn’t deserve a peaceful denouement. i know this must be ironic, considering i’ve sent so many to you with the opposite.”