Itachi and Shisui fic: Flicker (for helike )
Title: “Flicker”
Author: Shaitanah
Rating: G
Summary: Sometimes Itachi asks himself why exactly he is friends with Uchiha Shisui.
Disclaimer: Naruto belongs to Kishimoto Masashi. Lucky bastard.
A/N: This is short and completely pointless. And my Shisui is obviously Naruto in disguise because every time I write him he acts like a complete dork!
Dedication: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DARLING MAGI!!! I hope you enjoy this silly little gift. <3
FLICKER
Drip-drop…
“We’re here.”
Itachi opens his eyes to the azure brilliance of water around them and Shisui’s (most disturbing) smile.
“Tell me you’re not robbing the Nakano temple.”
Shisui surfs dashingly towards the bank and jumps out into the swaying grass.
“Who do you take me for?”
(At times, Itachi is uncertain whether Shisui really belongs to the family. He smiles too much. At that, Shisui would undoubtedly parry that Itachi is not a human being at all because he doesn’t smile enough.)
Itachi will not relent so easily. He remembers Shisui’s ‘admirable’ feats only too well: whenever his hyperactive senpai gets bored (which he does as easily as Itachi masters new jutsu), chaos ensues.
“Set it on fire?”
Shisui pretends to be offended.
“Vandalize?”
Shisui actually ponders that for a moment, then waves his hand dismissively and slides inside the temple. Itachi follows him towards the hatch in the corner of the room.
“Read, my suspicious friend,” Shisui whispers as he eases himself down the manhole. “Knowledge is power.”
(God forbid Shisui actually gets powerful. The village shall fall.)
“How’s the squeaker?” Shisui asks while rummaging through a stack of scrolls, looking busy.
Itachi doubts Sasuke would like to be referred to this way, but his brother is too little to understand anyway. (And he really only squeaked once: when Shisui, ever the deft one, nearly dropped him headfirst on the ground while riding a swing with him.)
“Still alive.”
Shisui laughs heartily, mouth wide open, teeth showing, and once again Itachi wonders if it’s even possible to feel such a surge of emotions. Itachi is certain that he used to feel it too; a long time ago, before the field of the dead. Shisui has gone through the war unscathed; Itachi broke down.
“You’re not really reading, are you?”
Shisui tilts his head back and winks at the younger boy, as though stating: you’ll like it. Now is probably the time to be alarmed. Shisui hovers next to the pipe shut between two stacks.
“Knowledge is power,” he murmurs, “but not all knowledge can be garnered from books.”
He darts towards Itachi, grabs him by the hand and runs.
(Is this a test?)
The temple behind them starts buzzing in a very strange way.
“Duck!” Shisui yelps.
Itachi jumps, hits the glassy surface of the water with the soles of his shoes - and the temple explodes with crackling streaks of light pouring multi-coloured sparks all over the riverbank.
(Sticking firecrackers into the air vent, how mature.)
Yet he has to admit the sight is quite beautiful. The sky flows in layers of bright, coloured shades that flutter like blooming flower-buds in spring and the clouds seem to race each other for the privilege of bathing in that ethereal light.
Shisui grins.
“Not really vandalism, eh?”
* * *
“You know, you could have ratted on me ages ago,” Shisui remarks the next day. The bonzes of the Nakano temple were really mad the day before, but they never found the prankster. Shisui isn’t called the Mirage for nothing. “Thanks for not doing it, though. Your Dad’s one scary guy!”
Sometimes Itachi gets the feeling Shisui exploits him. For standing on guard while he’s pulling his mindless pranks, for keeping his secrets, whatever. At other times, Itachi believes it’s just Shisui’s way to test his young kouhai’s loyalties. (The biggest mystery, though, is why Itachi goes with that flow.)
He might just need friendship. They both need it. Friendship is exactly the kind of knowledge that’s useful but cannot be garnered from books.
Itachi allows himself a small smile.
“He-ey,” Shisui winks at him conspiratorially, “d’you reckon it’ll work inside the Hokage Mountain?”
(Oh, crap…)
July 9, 2009
Author: Shaitanah
Rating: G
Summary: Sometimes Itachi asks himself why exactly he is friends with Uchiha Shisui.
Disclaimer: Naruto belongs to Kishimoto Masashi. Lucky bastard.
A/N: This is short and completely pointless. And my Shisui is obviously Naruto in disguise because every time I write him he acts like a complete dork!
Dedication: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DARLING MAGI!!! I hope you enjoy this silly little gift. <3
FLICKER
Drip-drop…
“We’re here.”
Itachi opens his eyes to the azure brilliance of water around them and Shisui’s (most disturbing) smile.
“Tell me you’re not robbing the Nakano temple.”
Shisui surfs dashingly towards the bank and jumps out into the swaying grass.
“Who do you take me for?”
(At times, Itachi is uncertain whether Shisui really belongs to the family. He smiles too much. At that, Shisui would undoubtedly parry that Itachi is not a human being at all because he doesn’t smile enough.)
Itachi will not relent so easily. He remembers Shisui’s ‘admirable’ feats only too well: whenever his hyperactive senpai gets bored (which he does as easily as Itachi masters new jutsu), chaos ensues.
“Set it on fire?”
Shisui pretends to be offended.
“Vandalize?”
Shisui actually ponders that for a moment, then waves his hand dismissively and slides inside the temple. Itachi follows him towards the hatch in the corner of the room.
“Read, my suspicious friend,” Shisui whispers as he eases himself down the manhole. “Knowledge is power.”
(God forbid Shisui actually gets powerful. The village shall fall.)
“How’s the squeaker?” Shisui asks while rummaging through a stack of scrolls, looking busy.
Itachi doubts Sasuke would like to be referred to this way, but his brother is too little to understand anyway. (And he really only squeaked once: when Shisui, ever the deft one, nearly dropped him headfirst on the ground while riding a swing with him.)
“Still alive.”
Shisui laughs heartily, mouth wide open, teeth showing, and once again Itachi wonders if it’s even possible to feel such a surge of emotions. Itachi is certain that he used to feel it too; a long time ago, before the field of the dead. Shisui has gone through the war unscathed; Itachi broke down.
“You’re not really reading, are you?”
Shisui tilts his head back and winks at the younger boy, as though stating: you’ll like it. Now is probably the time to be alarmed. Shisui hovers next to the pipe shut between two stacks.
“Knowledge is power,” he murmurs, “but not all knowledge can be garnered from books.”
He darts towards Itachi, grabs him by the hand and runs.
(Is this a test?)
The temple behind them starts buzzing in a very strange way.
“Duck!” Shisui yelps.
Itachi jumps, hits the glassy surface of the water with the soles of his shoes - and the temple explodes with crackling streaks of light pouring multi-coloured sparks all over the riverbank.
(Sticking firecrackers into the air vent, how mature.)
Yet he has to admit the sight is quite beautiful. The sky flows in layers of bright, coloured shades that flutter like blooming flower-buds in spring and the clouds seem to race each other for the privilege of bathing in that ethereal light.
Shisui grins.
“Not really vandalism, eh?”
* * *
“You know, you could have ratted on me ages ago,” Shisui remarks the next day. The bonzes of the Nakano temple were really mad the day before, but they never found the prankster. Shisui isn’t called the Mirage for nothing. “Thanks for not doing it, though. Your Dad’s one scary guy!”
Sometimes Itachi gets the feeling Shisui exploits him. For standing on guard while he’s pulling his mindless pranks, for keeping his secrets, whatever. At other times, Itachi believes it’s just Shisui’s way to test his young kouhai’s loyalties. (The biggest mystery, though, is why Itachi goes with that flow.)
He might just need friendship. They both need it. Friendship is exactly the kind of knowledge that’s useful but cannot be garnered from books.
Itachi allows himself a small smile.
“He-ey,” Shisui winks at him conspiratorially, “d’you reckon it’ll work inside the Hokage Mountain?”
(Oh, crap…)
July 9, 2009