{CLOSED LOG} Itachi & Shisui
Character(s): Itachi and Shisui
Date: Yesterday~
Setting: Uchiha Manor
Summary: Itachi and Shisui have tea and a small, poetic chitchat.
Warning(s): Cheek kissing, hand holding, Shisui being nonsensical.
His laugh is soft, genuine, response to words once spoken that ring through Shisui's mind, and the taste of tea is hardly anything unwelcomed as he takes a generous sip from a porcelain cup, expensive and engraved with a U for the family name so (disdained) highly regarded (detested) - but common belief matters little to the family members, as it never had. (Will. But that is how it is always to be, and he, Shisui, is only-) Imagined. (What come, what may, it is all the present day.)
"Mou, Little Itachi."
(Something disastrously adoring in his tone, as it were.)
"I will be leaving again soon enough."
A pleasant smile, and he pads his fingers together, lace gloves meshed and pressed together like silk on the pads of his Piano Player's fingers, as he sets down his tea cup on the expensive table (expensive this and that, and the Uchiha are only as they have always been, a narcissistic and arrogant bastardly few who cannot hold their trust as far as they can throw a barrel.
But Itachi is-)
But Shisui is.
"It's lovely to see you."
Staring down at the cup careful placed on the table as hands reach, he quietly watched the swirls of brown vibrating across the top of the liquid as his finger tapped lightly against the side. It had been how long since he had seen his cousin, long enough not for him to remember the basic features of his face, almost like he had been staring at a different person. A brief look up from his cup to check to see if he really was the person he remembered, the young Uchiha took a delicate sip, wrapping his lips around the gold trimmed rim to take the hot liquid into his mouth. Holding it in front of his face, he peered over the top of the teacup; keeping a steady eye on his cousin, even when he placed it back down gently onto the covered table.
"It's been a while"
Shisui nods, and there's a sadness in it, like the bitterness of the taste of the tea he knows Itachi's (not) drinking, absent of any sugars of milk or expensive (as always) spices to burden the flavor with others. (And Shisui can only agree that the bitterness tastes so much better than the dilution, because, oh because-) "Ara, it has." ("You should have seen it Itachi!" The words Shisui had let forth happily when he bounded into the compound and placed a kiss on Itachi's cheek hello. "There was a monster! And there was-") But that was then. (And then is forever ago when time moves at the pace of a ship on the ocean.)
"I'm sorry for not coming to you sooner, truly I am. I have missed you so."
Letting his hands fall into his lap, gracefully (beautifully, like the things so deviating but he wears in his mother's name, in her bruises and her "YOU BLOODY BRAT-" - but that is long since quieted, and he is in adoration of such. Because, because, the woodpecker never sings. And Shisui would never ask it to.) Of course not. (Leave it to rot.)
"Has anything changed of you, dearest cousin?"
Leaning back into his chair, back pressed flat against the cushioned seat with a silent sigh of comfort against his aching muscles. Itachi was never one to fidget even with the tension he was feeling, keeping a stoic face as he glanced around the room a few times to check the surroundings. "A lot has changed since you have been gone,” he stated softly, looking back at Shisui directly in the eyes. There was so much he had missed out on while he had been gone, so much that he neglected to fill him in on with the occasional contact, he was not that same kid anymore. He had grown up.
Shisui smiles sadly, crossing his legs over one another and staying somewhat rigid still in the white wicker cushioned chair. "I can imagine so. But at the same time, I have only been gone for a little while. Just a few months since I last returned. I'm unsure if you will be pleased to know that I am to be staying with the family for another month before I depart once more." (But a month is short in his mind, for the less time he spends with Sasuke and Itachi the more he has a tendency to see, and to see is to feel, and to feel is to die. But that is what has always been, and always will be. Because not even Itachi knows that.) Of the things he does.
(Of too much that he does.)
"Please say that you will be around some during that time?"
(Itachi is far more fragile than he hopes.)
Going over his upcoming schedule in his mind, he played out the time frame searching for the time that his cousin was so dearly asking for. He hadn't been out to sea for a few weeks, surely that would be changing soon as they never try to keep him in port for too long. "I can not be certain that I will be" he replied to him, neither confirming nor denying. He wasn't going to give him false hope about him staying around when he just could never be certain. Looking down at his cup again, not yet ready for another sip, the younger man swirled the beverage around in a circle, watching the whirlpool motion inside the cup, not as menacing as the real thing but the effect was similar with small unfiltered particles sinking down into the middle. "...What are your plans for your time back?" he asked, not very curiously about it, more for the sake of small conversation.
Shisui shrugs his shoulders, softly, gaze locked tightly into Itachi's cold eyes (I've missed you) - though somewhat sad in the idea that he would not be able to spend much time with him over the next month. (Shisui is a pessimist by nature, but so are all Uchiha, so it is nothing out of the ordinary, of course.) "I.. I am unsure. Mostly I would like to spend time with you and your brother. I have little other reason for bothering to return." He sighs and returns to his teacup, taking a generous sip and letting it burn all the while down his pulsing throat (and the beat goes on, oh how it does, and prove him wrong Itachi will, for Itachi does as he always will, and Shisui-)
Is nothing truly.
(Could have been everything.
But two steps are far.)
"Mou, sweet, will you come with me when I ask you to tomorrow? I want to show you the moon." (From the sea it is red.)
Settling the liquid down in the cup Itachi rose it to his mouth, listening to what Shisui was telling him, why he may not have really wanted to know he did take in the information that he was given. He was actually at the point of being engrossed in what he was saying that his cup was empty, carefully placing it down again on the table. "Where would we be going?" he this time asked curiously since it revolved around him, leaning forward on his elbows, fingers interlock as a platform for his chin watching his cousin.
Shisui smiles, his teacup placed neatly in the porcelain saucer and eyes (Black. Like the water when it’s dark outside, or many other things set apart from the white of his skin and the dip of his eyes, and all the while-) “Do you really want to know?” He dusts a little invisible material from his dress, the specks clinging to the air before he brushes them away with a swift movement of the hand. “I find childish surprises far more satisfactory…”
(But Shisui is unlike Itachi in so many ways it becomes painful in time.
All in good time.)
Itachi wanted to know, unlike his cousin he needed structure in his life and was never to do anything on a whim, every movement was methodical and well thought out. Humming lightly to himself deep in his own thought he looked down at the carefully crafted table, studying the curves, twists and knots of the delicate wood underneath the liqueur giving the overall smooth appearance.
"I want to know" he stated looking up again. That structure he certainly did need.
Did it happen to crash?
(Structure is for-)
Shisui eyes him softly, and after a moment, stands, rounding the table and offering his lace-gloved hand to Itachi, smiling warmly in a gentle so very accustomed to him. (But he isn’t gentle. In the gun he takes with him everywhere, or the sword he taught himself to wield the way that he can, Shisui is not a gentle person and he is not a chaste one. Not for a million worlds. But Itachi doesn’t know the extent of it, and it’s for the best. For if he did, what would be?)
Did it happen to fall?
Glancing down at the gloved hand in front of him he unconsciously backed away into his seat, while close in the past they may have been, the closeness of others now was something that he didn't search for. "I can't leave, there is too much here for me" he stated in a firm voice, settling his own thoughts. Too much responsibilities and a lack of will to run away from it all, he was too grounded for his own good. "But please stay, it is good seeing that you are alive and well" There would always be love and admiration for Shisui, he was there for him when he was younger, for him and Sasuke. He was family, he respected him, even had looked up to him for moral support and guidance but he still was not like him.
“I ask you not to leave this place with me, my dearest cousin. I ask you to tear yourself from the bitterness of your tea and come to the docks with me.”
(Shisui adores Itachi. The chastity of said adoration is questionable, but he adores him all the same. He and little Sasuke, for he will always be little in Shisui’s black eyes. He does not ask Itachi to be like him, for that is not the person who he holds closest to his heart. Shisui detests himself without hesitation. But Itachi, sweet Itachi. That is very different.) “I ask you to tell me what color the moon that you see is.”
Staring at the cup in silence he sighed softly, finger tracing around the smooth ceramic surface glancing up occasionally to look at his cousin. Did he hide his pain too? The life of the Uchiha is never what anyone ever expected, the riches were no comfort over the corruption that surrounded their family with each of them willing to turn on you at the drop of a hat to advance further up the social food chain. Itachi despised them all for that. Standing to his feet and walking over to join Shisui by his hand, his hand extended to him with a slight dip of his head. "Do you care to join me for a walk?" he asked curiously, not wanting to be tied down by these overly priced walls and surfaces.
Shisui’s smile could melt a heart.
(Too many, in the past.)
Itachi’s fingers are warm, far warmer than his own, which feel like ice underneath the mesh material, and they lace with his own as Shisui bows his head, an “I’d love to.” Morphing out of his throat and his feet moving of their own accord towards the door. The parlor leads down a corridor into the open, a deck with a set of stairs leading onto the Uchiha land, and from the acres of properly sculpted landscape, perfect for parties of the wealthy Shisui can only smile and bow to, there is forever.
(Forever for them, and anyone else along the way.)
The warmth of the outside air was a godsend compared to the stale chilly near morgue feel from inside the house, the soft rays of light heating his body as he looked up at the sky, shielding his sensitive eyes from the harsh sunlight. He never understood why Shisui would resort to escaping into the world of piracy nor would be try either but the feeling of being free he did understand. The wide open fields of the deep blue ocean while endless in all directions you were free to do or go wherever you wanted to, no boundaries to stop you. Walking by his side, he was content with just enjoying the scenery, not words needed to be spoken and since he was never the one to talk much about anything, just glancing to the side every so often to check, making sure he was really there and he wasn't dreaming.
(And if Itachi happens to be dreaming, then Shisui is having nightmares.)
I take everything from the inside and throw it all away, because I swear for the last time, I won’t trust myself with you- Shisui takes in a breath, his long hair hanging down over his shoulders and dress sweeping the steps, and his eyes are closed for several moments, opening almost naively to the world around him before closing once more. (A breath in. The air is sweet, is so filled with the blood that stains his hands. That stains the worn hands of a pirate. But Itachi still-) Shisui is not like Itachi, or anyone else in Uchiha clan, for multiple reasons, but all of them are good, and at the bottom of the scars that little his inner thighs and wrists, he is just like them.
Maybe it’s a plague.
“Where do you want to go?”
The walk was quiet, peaceful the sounds of the winds over the open plains was soothing. The grounds overlooked the ocean a fair walk to get to the border but it was worth it in the end, the untouched natural beauty with the area too rocky to approach by boat, their own private beach if they were willing to go for the climb down. Standing over on the edge of the cliff the squally winds increase their speed, Itachi's long confined locks blew wilding behind him exposing the harsh face that most people saw. "Why won't you stay?" he asked, looking out into the vast space. He always came and left, he shouldn't expect anything more from him, it was his way.
Shisui has always been a few inches taller than his cousin. (And older. But it is hard to tell who is more mature. Shisui only appears to be carefree, and Itachi only seems to care about no one. That is how it has always been. Ever since-) And so he turns, taking Itachi’s chin in his hand and whispering an answer into his ear, only to be heard by them, because people are always listening. “Mou, Itachi, I will stay for you, but will you come for me?” (You won’t, of course, and maybe that’s why I cannot help myself.)
The breath against his ear could clearly be felt even over the wind, the gentle warmth over his skin as he looked past him, his muscles contracting harshly with the touch. He was very delicate when it came to being touched by others, not having the needs for that closeness and in crowded places he felt claustrophobic, maybe the effect of becoming self dependent but he couldn't push him away, just standing firm. "..." His lips parted to speak but there was no sound, instead looking the other way. He could not say anything for that.
(Shisui has a dire love for touch. It reminds him how very alive the world is, and that is one of the million things that makes him different from Itachi. The feel of someone around him, like the way he holds Itachi’s hand now is something he can smile for, but he never will pressure Itachi for things like that. It is too-) different from him in every way. (Because everyone and no one in the Uchiha clan are exactly alike. Ever.) And so he withdraws, sadly, his smile still in place, but the kind of smile he knows Itachi can recognize, the sad one that he usually wears when around any of his family. (Because he hates to lie. And in general, Shisui hates.)
He hated when his thoughts were clouded in what to do but still he wore the same expression as he did as always, his brother suffered the same looks from him so it was no different but he didn't want to please with words that what others wanted to hear just to make the situation more pleasant. No point dancing around the truth, it only caused more disaster. Their lives were too different he shouldn't have expected anything else, it was wrong of him to ask such things of the other especially when he wasn't willing to do give anything in return. Finally taking a step back from him, he nodded respectfully to the elder for the mistake he had made.
(In some ways, Shisui is teaching Itachi things, the way a father would. And in others-)
The embrace is quick, hardly enough to be considered one, but Shisui holds him and touches his lips to Itachi’s cold cheek for a few seconds before parting (again) and his head bows. (The soft smile is back on his face and the respect for Itachi’s space still intact, however latent it may appear, but Shisui and Itachi are both thoughtful people, and tend to think about things the way that other do not. It is how they are, how the Uchiha are, and nothing new to what comes and may in their family.
In-)
But Shisui is absent of that.
(Hell.)
“Mou, cousin.”
Taking another step back he bowed his head, looking back out over to the wide scenery, soon he would be going back out to sea, just waiting for the word to go out to join his crew. At least they caught up, to know each of them was safe and alive so that should at least quell his cousin's thoughts until the next visit. Who knows if they would meet up on land or in the blue abyss but either way they would cross paths again, he was sure of it.
"Remember Itachi."
(Don't forget me.)
"Come with me tomorrow night."
Date: Yesterday~
Setting: Uchiha Manor
Summary: Itachi and Shisui have tea and a small, poetic chitchat.
Warning(s): Cheek kissing, hand holding, Shisui being nonsensical.
His laugh is soft, genuine, response to words once spoken that ring through Shisui's mind, and the taste of tea is hardly anything unwelcomed as he takes a generous sip from a porcelain cup, expensive and engraved with a U for the family name so (disdained) highly regarded (detested) - but common belief matters little to the family members, as it never had. (Will. But that is how it is always to be, and he, Shisui, is only-) Imagined. (What come, what may, it is all the present day.)
"Mou, Little Itachi."
(Something disastrously adoring in his tone, as it were.)
"I will be leaving again soon enough."
A pleasant smile, and he pads his fingers together, lace gloves meshed and pressed together like silk on the pads of his Piano Player's fingers, as he sets down his tea cup on the expensive table (expensive this and that, and the Uchiha are only as they have always been, a narcissistic and arrogant bastardly few who cannot hold their trust as far as they can throw a barrel.
But Itachi is-)
But Shisui is.
"It's lovely to see you."
Staring down at the cup careful placed on the table as hands reach, he quietly watched the swirls of brown vibrating across the top of the liquid as his finger tapped lightly against the side. It had been how long since he had seen his cousin, long enough not for him to remember the basic features of his face, almost like he had been staring at a different person. A brief look up from his cup to check to see if he really was the person he remembered, the young Uchiha took a delicate sip, wrapping his lips around the gold trimmed rim to take the hot liquid into his mouth. Holding it in front of his face, he peered over the top of the teacup; keeping a steady eye on his cousin, even when he placed it back down gently onto the covered table.
"It's been a while"
Shisui nods, and there's a sadness in it, like the bitterness of the taste of the tea he knows Itachi's (not) drinking, absent of any sugars of milk or expensive (as always) spices to burden the flavor with others. (And Shisui can only agree that the bitterness tastes so much better than the dilution, because, oh because-) "Ara, it has." ("You should have seen it Itachi!" The words Shisui had let forth happily when he bounded into the compound and placed a kiss on Itachi's cheek hello. "There was a monster! And there was-") But that was then. (And then is forever ago when time moves at the pace of a ship on the ocean.)
"I'm sorry for not coming to you sooner, truly I am. I have missed you so."
Letting his hands fall into his lap, gracefully (beautifully, like the things so deviating but he wears in his mother's name, in her bruises and her "YOU BLOODY BRAT-" - but that is long since quieted, and he is in adoration of such. Because, because, the woodpecker never sings. And Shisui would never ask it to.) Of course not. (Leave it to rot.)
"Has anything changed of you, dearest cousin?"
Leaning back into his chair, back pressed flat against the cushioned seat with a silent sigh of comfort against his aching muscles. Itachi was never one to fidget even with the tension he was feeling, keeping a stoic face as he glanced around the room a few times to check the surroundings. "A lot has changed since you have been gone,” he stated softly, looking back at Shisui directly in the eyes. There was so much he had missed out on while he had been gone, so much that he neglected to fill him in on with the occasional contact, he was not that same kid anymore. He had grown up.
Shisui smiles sadly, crossing his legs over one another and staying somewhat rigid still in the white wicker cushioned chair. "I can imagine so. But at the same time, I have only been gone for a little while. Just a few months since I last returned. I'm unsure if you will be pleased to know that I am to be staying with the family for another month before I depart once more." (But a month is short in his mind, for the less time he spends with Sasuke and Itachi the more he has a tendency to see, and to see is to feel, and to feel is to die. But that is what has always been, and always will be. Because not even Itachi knows that.) Of the things he does.
(Of too much that he does.)
"Please say that you will be around some during that time?"
(Itachi is far more fragile than he hopes.)
Going over his upcoming schedule in his mind, he played out the time frame searching for the time that his cousin was so dearly asking for. He hadn't been out to sea for a few weeks, surely that would be changing soon as they never try to keep him in port for too long. "I can not be certain that I will be" he replied to him, neither confirming nor denying. He wasn't going to give him false hope about him staying around when he just could never be certain. Looking down at his cup again, not yet ready for another sip, the younger man swirled the beverage around in a circle, watching the whirlpool motion inside the cup, not as menacing as the real thing but the effect was similar with small unfiltered particles sinking down into the middle. "...What are your plans for your time back?" he asked, not very curiously about it, more for the sake of small conversation.
Shisui shrugs his shoulders, softly, gaze locked tightly into Itachi's cold eyes (I've missed you) - though somewhat sad in the idea that he would not be able to spend much time with him over the next month. (Shisui is a pessimist by nature, but so are all Uchiha, so it is nothing out of the ordinary, of course.) "I.. I am unsure. Mostly I would like to spend time with you and your brother. I have little other reason for bothering to return." He sighs and returns to his teacup, taking a generous sip and letting it burn all the while down his pulsing throat (and the beat goes on, oh how it does, and prove him wrong Itachi will, for Itachi does as he always will, and Shisui-)
Is nothing truly.
(Could have been everything.
But two steps are far.)
"Mou, sweet, will you come with me when I ask you to tomorrow? I want to show you the moon." (From the sea it is red.)
Settling the liquid down in the cup Itachi rose it to his mouth, listening to what Shisui was telling him, why he may not have really wanted to know he did take in the information that he was given. He was actually at the point of being engrossed in what he was saying that his cup was empty, carefully placing it down again on the table. "Where would we be going?" he this time asked curiously since it revolved around him, leaning forward on his elbows, fingers interlock as a platform for his chin watching his cousin.
Shisui smiles, his teacup placed neatly in the porcelain saucer and eyes (Black. Like the water when it’s dark outside, or many other things set apart from the white of his skin and the dip of his eyes, and all the while-) “Do you really want to know?” He dusts a little invisible material from his dress, the specks clinging to the air before he brushes them away with a swift movement of the hand. “I find childish surprises far more satisfactory…”
(But Shisui is unlike Itachi in so many ways it becomes painful in time.
All in good time.)
Itachi wanted to know, unlike his cousin he needed structure in his life and was never to do anything on a whim, every movement was methodical and well thought out. Humming lightly to himself deep in his own thought he looked down at the carefully crafted table, studying the curves, twists and knots of the delicate wood underneath the liqueur giving the overall smooth appearance.
"I want to know" he stated looking up again. That structure he certainly did need.
Did it happen to crash?
(Structure is for-)
Shisui eyes him softly, and after a moment, stands, rounding the table and offering his lace-gloved hand to Itachi, smiling warmly in a gentle so very accustomed to him. (But he isn’t gentle. In the gun he takes with him everywhere, or the sword he taught himself to wield the way that he can, Shisui is not a gentle person and he is not a chaste one. Not for a million worlds. But Itachi doesn’t know the extent of it, and it’s for the best. For if he did, what would be?)
Did it happen to fall?
Glancing down at the gloved hand in front of him he unconsciously backed away into his seat, while close in the past they may have been, the closeness of others now was something that he didn't search for. "I can't leave, there is too much here for me" he stated in a firm voice, settling his own thoughts. Too much responsibilities and a lack of will to run away from it all, he was too grounded for his own good. "But please stay, it is good seeing that you are alive and well" There would always be love and admiration for Shisui, he was there for him when he was younger, for him and Sasuke. He was family, he respected him, even had looked up to him for moral support and guidance but he still was not like him.
“I ask you not to leave this place with me, my dearest cousin. I ask you to tear yourself from the bitterness of your tea and come to the docks with me.”
(Shisui adores Itachi. The chastity of said adoration is questionable, but he adores him all the same. He and little Sasuke, for he will always be little in Shisui’s black eyes. He does not ask Itachi to be like him, for that is not the person who he holds closest to his heart. Shisui detests himself without hesitation. But Itachi, sweet Itachi. That is very different.) “I ask you to tell me what color the moon that you see is.”
Staring at the cup in silence he sighed softly, finger tracing around the smooth ceramic surface glancing up occasionally to look at his cousin. Did he hide his pain too? The life of the Uchiha is never what anyone ever expected, the riches were no comfort over the corruption that surrounded their family with each of them willing to turn on you at the drop of a hat to advance further up the social food chain. Itachi despised them all for that. Standing to his feet and walking over to join Shisui by his hand, his hand extended to him with a slight dip of his head. "Do you care to join me for a walk?" he asked curiously, not wanting to be tied down by these overly priced walls and surfaces.
Shisui’s smile could melt a heart.
(Too many, in the past.)
Itachi’s fingers are warm, far warmer than his own, which feel like ice underneath the mesh material, and they lace with his own as Shisui bows his head, an “I’d love to.” Morphing out of his throat and his feet moving of their own accord towards the door. The parlor leads down a corridor into the open, a deck with a set of stairs leading onto the Uchiha land, and from the acres of properly sculpted landscape, perfect for parties of the wealthy Shisui can only smile and bow to, there is forever.
(Forever for them, and anyone else along the way.)
The warmth of the outside air was a godsend compared to the stale chilly near morgue feel from inside the house, the soft rays of light heating his body as he looked up at the sky, shielding his sensitive eyes from the harsh sunlight. He never understood why Shisui would resort to escaping into the world of piracy nor would be try either but the feeling of being free he did understand. The wide open fields of the deep blue ocean while endless in all directions you were free to do or go wherever you wanted to, no boundaries to stop you. Walking by his side, he was content with just enjoying the scenery, not words needed to be spoken and since he was never the one to talk much about anything, just glancing to the side every so often to check, making sure he was really there and he wasn't dreaming.
(And if Itachi happens to be dreaming, then Shisui is having nightmares.)
I take everything from the inside and throw it all away, because I swear for the last time, I won’t trust myself with you- Shisui takes in a breath, his long hair hanging down over his shoulders and dress sweeping the steps, and his eyes are closed for several moments, opening almost naively to the world around him before closing once more. (A breath in. The air is sweet, is so filled with the blood that stains his hands. That stains the worn hands of a pirate. But Itachi still-) Shisui is not like Itachi, or anyone else in Uchiha clan, for multiple reasons, but all of them are good, and at the bottom of the scars that little his inner thighs and wrists, he is just like them.
Maybe it’s a plague.
“Where do you want to go?”
The walk was quiet, peaceful the sounds of the winds over the open plains was soothing. The grounds overlooked the ocean a fair walk to get to the border but it was worth it in the end, the untouched natural beauty with the area too rocky to approach by boat, their own private beach if they were willing to go for the climb down. Standing over on the edge of the cliff the squally winds increase their speed, Itachi's long confined locks blew wilding behind him exposing the harsh face that most people saw. "Why won't you stay?" he asked, looking out into the vast space. He always came and left, he shouldn't expect anything more from him, it was his way.
Shisui has always been a few inches taller than his cousin. (And older. But it is hard to tell who is more mature. Shisui only appears to be carefree, and Itachi only seems to care about no one. That is how it has always been. Ever since-) And so he turns, taking Itachi’s chin in his hand and whispering an answer into his ear, only to be heard by them, because people are always listening. “Mou, Itachi, I will stay for you, but will you come for me?” (You won’t, of course, and maybe that’s why I cannot help myself.)
The breath against his ear could clearly be felt even over the wind, the gentle warmth over his skin as he looked past him, his muscles contracting harshly with the touch. He was very delicate when it came to being touched by others, not having the needs for that closeness and in crowded places he felt claustrophobic, maybe the effect of becoming self dependent but he couldn't push him away, just standing firm. "..." His lips parted to speak but there was no sound, instead looking the other way. He could not say anything for that.
(Shisui has a dire love for touch. It reminds him how very alive the world is, and that is one of the million things that makes him different from Itachi. The feel of someone around him, like the way he holds Itachi’s hand now is something he can smile for, but he never will pressure Itachi for things like that. It is too-) different from him in every way. (Because everyone and no one in the Uchiha clan are exactly alike. Ever.) And so he withdraws, sadly, his smile still in place, but the kind of smile he knows Itachi can recognize, the sad one that he usually wears when around any of his family. (Because he hates to lie. And in general, Shisui hates.)
He hated when his thoughts were clouded in what to do but still he wore the same expression as he did as always, his brother suffered the same looks from him so it was no different but he didn't want to please with words that what others wanted to hear just to make the situation more pleasant. No point dancing around the truth, it only caused more disaster. Their lives were too different he shouldn't have expected anything else, it was wrong of him to ask such things of the other especially when he wasn't willing to do give anything in return. Finally taking a step back from him, he nodded respectfully to the elder for the mistake he had made.
(In some ways, Shisui is teaching Itachi things, the way a father would. And in others-)
The embrace is quick, hardly enough to be considered one, but Shisui holds him and touches his lips to Itachi’s cold cheek for a few seconds before parting (again) and his head bows. (The soft smile is back on his face and the respect for Itachi’s space still intact, however latent it may appear, but Shisui and Itachi are both thoughtful people, and tend to think about things the way that other do not. It is how they are, how the Uchiha are, and nothing new to what comes and may in their family.
In-)
But Shisui is absent of that.
(Hell.)
“Mou, cousin.”
Taking another step back he bowed his head, looking back out over to the wide scenery, soon he would be going back out to sea, just waiting for the word to go out to join his crew. At least they caught up, to know each of them was safe and alive so that should at least quell his cousin's thoughts until the next visit. Who knows if they would meet up on land or in the blue abyss but either way they would cross paths again, he was sure of it.
"Remember Itachi."
(Don't forget me.)
"Come with me tomorrow night."