It takes everything in his power to reach out and touch him when he catches up to Itachi again, moving in front of him at lightning speed. Inhuman speed. Much faster than he used to accomplish when he’d been alive. But unlike back then when everything that he was was just sunshine and warmth, his touch now is icy cold. He wishes it wasn’t so, wishes he could change that about him, but he doesn’t know how. Doesn’t even think it’s possible.
Wispy fingers curl around Itachi’s arms, doing their best to try and stop him from walking away again.
“Itachi, please….” And he knows why Itachi is trying to run away. Or hide behind that wall.
“I’m not mad at you.” His voice is a whisper, but it’s loud enough and clear enough to be unmistakably Shisui.
No, no, no–
Itachi’s heart rate spikes, the lump in his throat crawling up and making its way out in the form of a short, strangled, but quiet sob. His vision blurs, tears welling up and wetting his cheeks, and Itachi flinches as if he were fearing getting hit.
“Why didn’t you come when I called.” It’s the only thing in Itachi’s mind, on repeat, wailing itself hoarse. His voice breaks halfway through the sentence, and he twists his head, to the side and down, refusing to look at him, and, in a way, trying to hide the fact he was breaking down right infront of him.
Kisame is forgotten. At any point, his partner could awaken and worry about Itachi’s position, and see him like this.
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