SNS Dining with Itachi ((I’d like to think Itachi as Sasuke’s hard-to-impress, goth older brother, but it seems Naruto has made the mark. And ofc Sasuke is glad his bf and brother can get along.
♡₊˚•. ─── black coded, angst, drabble, fluff if you squint, mentions of scars, toru trying to be poetic at 3 am. word count is 1.5k.
“ we have to stop meeting like this. “ the way he looked into your eyes felt sardonic. The setting of this particular dream was not propitious. You were both exposed, but neither of you dared to glance at one another’s bodies. The eye contact you both shared was sweet but menacing at all the same time. You hadn’t seen him in a long time. He was an enemy to the village. Seeing his face even in fantasy felt wrong. Your eyes move down to his chest, and you fight the tears approaching your eyes. He was the same as you. His physique was covered in cicatrix. Only yours were a mix of new and healed blemishes. Your eyes looked around and admired the scenery. It was pretty in this fantasy. The grass was greener on this side. Naked to a world with no one in it, for the first time, both of you weren’t made pariahs to the world. But you still couldn’t fight the humiliation.
“Even after death, you still have your ways to put me to shame,” his lips curved downward at your words. He knew what you meant by this. The only times he saw you as an adult, was to assail you and your closest companions. One time you and he had fought, and he put you in such a strong genjutsu to the point you were lethargic for weeks. It was a quotidian occurrence whenever you two had battled. You’d fight with every single last strong bone in your body, then after some time, he’d get bored of brawling and just put you in a horrifying illusion when you were open.
It was superfluous considering he would already be triumphant in the fight with those strong eyes of his. He even took it as far as to deride and taunt you whenever you looked tired or you had seemingly reached your limit. To put it short, your relationship as adults ran off of toxicity, degradation, and violence. But it wasn’t always like that. Before he left the village, you and he were together hands in hand. A young love you both shared. He never told anyone about it except for his cousin, and he gave his younger brother a few hints.
You wanted to marry him.
You wanted to grow old and have the most precious kids with him.
He wanted the same.
But now, you only see him bare in your dreams.
Where do the years go?
“Itachi, what is the point in torturing me like this? Haven’t you done that enough? You’ve made a mockery of me several times. Do you want me to beg for your clemency? Will that fuel your superiority complex? Huh?” Your voice was full of anger, but Itachi could sense and hear the hurt in each word.
“I just… Want to see you…”
He hears you sigh, and he watches the frown on your face become more and more prominent. He holds his hand out, and you hesitate. “I cannot put you in any harm. I have no Jutsu in this world, and I’ve already given you my word that I wouldn’t hurt you. If you wish to stay in this position until our time together is over, that is valid as well,” his words soothe you, and you gulp before taking his soft cold hand. He looks you in your eyes, and you feel him rub your hand with his thumb before smiling at you. Your cheeks heat up and your eyes dart to the side.
“Don’t do that,” you whispered, and he just chuckled. He began to walk with you, side by side. Before you knew it, a smile was on your face. The zephyrs blew solemnly at you both, and you admired the way his hair moved with the breeze. Only in these dreams, he wasn’t impassive and deadpan. He actually showed emotion. “Where are we going?” You ask, taking the initiative to lean your head up against his shoulder. To your surprise, his Anbu tattoo was still there. He failed to respond to your question as he kept walking. He grew taller since the day you’d met.
You were used to being the taller one when you both were young, but it seems as if that was no more.
You both were now walking up a hill, and you sighed, letting out a subtle hum. The sun hit your eyes, and you gasped, shielding your orbs with his shoulder. “God! How realistic is this dream?” You ask, and his grin grew wider. Soon enough, you both had arrived at your destination. You lifted your head and gasped. A tall cherry tree with beautiful pink flushed blossoms hanging down from it. He led you to it, and he sat down making sure to bring you along with him. His back was on the tree, and your back was on his chest.
You both sat in silence as you admired the landscape. You were at peace. “Is death this beautiful, Itachi?” You ask, and Itachi wraps his arms around your calloused stomach. “I wish for death to be perfect, but this is all an illusion, Y/N. I am only to occur in your dreams,” his words make a sad feeling set in your stomach. Silence comes back again for a moment. “I wish I would’ve died with you.” Itachi looks down at you with an unreadable expression, and you just continue to look at the setting.
“I doubt that our souls would be together in the afterlife,” you feel your heart sink as he doubts your compatibility in the afterlife. “We should’ve run away together the day we first held hands. We should’ve explored the world together. We should’ve built a cottage big enough for us to raise our children. Maybe things would’ve been different. Maybe… Just maybe… Would I be able to see you anywhere else that isn’t here,” a single tear spilled from your eye, and he just hugged you closer. The single tear that spilled from your eye turned into a waterfall of sobs.
You never really got the chance to process his death. But you couldn’t lie and say that these dreams didn’t help you, but they slowed down your coping process. “God, Itachi… Why did you just have to go be the hero…?” You cried into the palms of your hand, and he took your wrists into your hand before turning you around. He hugged you tightly before kissing your head. “Because no one else would,” he whispered and rubbed your bareback. For the first time in forever, he comforted you.
You moved back and looked him in his endearing eyes. His finger wiped your tears, and he frowned. You realized just how close the two of you were, but you didn’t back away. You just moved closer to him. You could feel his breath on your lip. For the first time, your feelings for him didn’t feel wrong. This felt right and even if it was wrong, you didn’t want to be right. Before you knew it, your lips were on his. Both of your lips moved soothingly against one another. Your hand massages his scalp as you both connect physically and passionately. You thought he was immutable. For a split second, the facade he put up had tricked you into believing he was truly mad.
But you finally understood his purpose. Itachi Uchiha was a loyal, and wise man who risked his life for the sake of the village he grew up in. A village that barely even respected his kin. He didn’t expect approbation in return for his sacrifice, but instead, simply peace. But not even that could be obtained. Although as a kid, he came across as blithe and independent, he was still a kid, and you didn’t even notice for a second the pain he went through.
And you dared to say you loved him. You became lachrymose quickly, and he noticed this because he could taste your salty tears. He pulled away from you and connected your foreheads. “Live for me, Y/N,” he whispers, kissing your lips once more. He whispers four words before you pop awake. Snatched out of utopia, your pillowcase was drenched in your tears and you sat up, slicking your hair back with your palms. You let out a choked sob, crying at the loss of his touch. You didn’t want to be an ingrate, but all you wanted was to allay your hurt.
You hugged your pillowcase, hugging it close as if it were him. This had to be some type of indignation. Your crying began to slow as you remembered the last words he spoke to you in the dream. It took you a while to process only four words.
A simple “I love you, Y/N.” Words you had always wanted him to speak to you, and now he had finally done it. But it just wasn’t real enough. Itachi Uchiha would be on your mind until you dropped dead. He would be an essential part of you considering he had your heart on lock and had the key.
You would have to relish every single dream to come.
