The caged bird sings, but rarely does he know what it is he sings for.
Itachi sighed silently as he gazed out of the window of the living room, his thoughts ablaze in his mind. He had begun to wonder if he made the right decision in staying here. As he watched rain splatter the earth in icy torrents, he decided that yes; he had made the right choice for Sasuke.
He knew that at the very least, Sasuke had shelter instead of trying to escape the icy rain outside. Itachi's dark eyes narrowed as he glanced around the room once. He had chosen correctly for Sasuke, but what about for himself? Ever since Kurama had caught him outside of the door to the study and lost his temper, Itachi had been wary about where he treaded with the prince.
There were pros and cons to every situation, but looking at his, the cons seemed rather threatening judging by Kurama's anger. He needed to learn how to play the cards right before he received worse than a mere scar to the face. Despite that, what Kurama had done hadn't been as bad as what others were willing to do. Itachi had seen worse, dealt with the rage of hateful people before; at least Kurama was obvious about when he was going to strike.
Still, Itachi wasn't going to test how far Kurama could go; not yet anyway, it was in his best interest to learn more about the redhead first. He didn't wish to anger Kurama, but he couldn't seem to avoid that. He wondered why Kurama was so hostile towards him; it was obvious it was the clan name that the redhead despised. Itachi saw no way to prove to Kurama that his views were wrong. If someone thought so lowly of something, it was nearly impossible to change their opinions…
Itachi supposed Kurama had a right to be bitter however, their families had been enemies since far before they both were born; but to act as if Itachi and Sasuke were some sort of monsters was ridiculous, they hadn't had a choice to be here and Kurama knew it. They'd had nothing to do with anything in the past. Kurama acted vengefully towards someone that had done nothing wrong! Itachi weighed his options; he could argue against Kurama, but there was no telling what the prince would do if he did that.
]? Itachi had too little information to go on to try and pick the redhead apart. He would try again soon enough. Assuming he could figure out how the hell to survive the demon first. He had made it this far, he wasn't about to be taken down so easily. Kurama was strong; but Itachi was as well.
The one thing that was beginning to wear on the Uchiha's nerves was his little brother. Or rather, lack thereof. He hadn't seen Sasuke for several days and despite knowing Sasuke was most likely perfectly fine -someone would have said something otherwise, surely- it still bothered Itachi that he couldn't talk to him. He doubted Sasuke would want to talk at all, but even just seeing him would suffice to make certain nothing was wrong. He couldn't force Sasuke to see sense in the choice he made; the younger Uchiha had to learn his own way. Please, learn quickly. Itachi hated the thought of Sasuke being so angry towards him.
Itachi couldn't protect him forever. Sasuke was old enough to choose for himself. The most Itachi could do, was hope Sasuke chose wisely… The truth was shrouded in shadows and only time gave experience to see past them. Itachi had learned to pay attention, it was a skill he had always needed. His own family was kept in secrecy; pride and control that got them killed. When his parents were murdered, Itachi was far from surprised; he was heartbroken at the loss of his family, but not surprised. He knew what they'd been planning, if they hadn't died…the war could have gone on for much longer. Many more lives could have been lost, all because of a thirst for power. Itachi believed that they thought they were doing the right thing; but his kingdom had been sorely misguided.
Sasuke couldn't know the truth yet, he'd wanted to protect Sasuke from everything for as long as possible; but Itachi could see that he couldn't do that anymore. Sasuke needed to understand the truth; he was old enough to learn that the Uchiha clan had been just as guilty as everyone else. They had killed themselves. Itachi regretted hiding anything from Sasuke…it was clear that it had not worked out well. Itachi could only hope Sasuke would forgive him.
But he would not be so bold as to expect it.
"You're going to pace a trench straight into the floor." As Kakashi spoke, Kurama turned to give the advisor an unfriendly look, one Kakashi didn't waver under. He was used to Kurama's temperamental attitude by now. "Besides the risk of walking holes into the ground, you're making me dizzy." Kurama snorted in disbelief, his eyes rolled up to look at the ceiling.
"It helps me think. I can't just sit with all this damn adrenaline flooding my veins." Kurama muttered, resuming his incessant pacing. Kakashi's shoulders sagged in defeat; what was the point in arguing with a kid anyway? Arguing with Kurama did about as much good as arguing with a tree.
Kurama was in a rather inimical mood, he'd not done more than growl at anyone who had crossed his path that day. He'd been up the entire night and now it was closing in on what appeared to be another sleepless night. He'd had people in and out of the palace, trying to coerce him into varying agreements or trades; there were several documents that had to be meticulously looked over, and he had to decide which work had to be a priority at this time. There were people and land alike that had to be healed.
Money was an issue as well; Kurama had to make decisions and they were expected to made fast. And either way, someone was going to be unhappy with any decision he made. Kurama simply had to choose which would be the most beneficial to the most people. Kurama was a lot of things, but he could manage to be a good leader when his people needed him.
"I think we need to focus on rebuilding the dams that were damaged in the bombings. They're still holding up, but I don't want to risk a flood." Kurama murmured. There were civilians that would disagree with that choice as they wanted money sent to their own villages, but they needed to focus on the land in its entirety. If there was a flood, lives would needlessly be lost and it would bring more unnecessary damage.
Kakashi glanced down at the document, humming in thought. "That will take two months minimum at my guess. In the meanwhile, we need to begin replanting the forests that have been lost. Thousands of trees and land have been burned down, if we convince even the villagers to help work then we could have it all growing back within the year." Kakashi mused, flashing his gaze back to Kurama. The redhead glanced over the document, chewing on his lower lip in thought. Kakashi was right, with the trees being regrown then it would be easier and faster to rebuild buildings and regain supplies.
Kurama slowly strode over to the window and looked out of it. His red eyes followed a leaf as it blew in the wind, the land outside still drenched from the rains. He smirked to himself as he thought back to Itachi and how he always seemed to be staring out of a window. He wondered if the two Uchihas had always had to desperately search for shelter whenever it rained.
Perhaps he should begin sending them back outside again. His eyes narrowed bitterly. Those two didn't even deserve to be here, they should have been sent to some sort of sleazy shelter instead of being forced onto him. He scoffed as he thought about Itachi. He was too prideful, he had no right to be. How could someone hold onto pride when they'd had everything torn from them?
Itachi was a mystery. Kurama didn't like mysteries. He wanted to know everything there was to know, he was not one to be kept in the shadows. Kurama smirked to himself, tilting his head.
"Uchiha Itachi… I'll figure you out."
I'm torn between having writer's block, and then really wanting to write but not knowing how to type up the creativity and ideas I have. Every writer does that; you have your idea but damn you just want someone else to write it and get it out of your mind.
I want to finish this story so fucking badly but we're such a long way from that, it feels. Even I don't have much of an idea of how to end it. I only have a mild grasp of it, but I still have to braid it together into a decent finish.
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