CHILD OF WAR.

IT SEEMED SO SURREAL, he still had a hard time believing that he was back. Back in a place he left so many years ago in hope that he would accomplish something... He was happy to know that his plan work though, that his body was never found by that man called KABUTO at the same time as others. He could have live now knowing that he would have helped to destroy the village he always held so close to his heart. What saddened him the most though was that the relationship between Itachi and Sasuke has been shattered to the point where the kid killed his nii-san... When his cousin told him the truth, rage ran threw his veins and he had to leave the place in a hurry. He didn't want to attack him... He understood the reasons that pushed him to hate Itachi, it was part of the male's plan all along and yet... The sole idea of being brought back in a world where his best friend was long gone... Was even more painful than the time when Danzo stole his eyes, taking it out of his socket so easily... He frowned, trying to forget about that episode leading to the end of his life as well as the UCHIHA MASSACRE. If only he would have been able to go through with his plan... So many things could have been avoided. Sure, the clan would have probably hate him for using his jutsu on them but he would have been able to live with that. For KONOHA, he would have.

He recognized the woods he was walking in right now, not too far from home. It was often that the Uchiha would go out there to train whenever he wanted to get away for a while... Or just so he could show a few things to Itachi... This place was filled with memories; — good and bad. It's his presence that made him stop his movements though as no shakra was the same as his. He would have been able to notice it in a crowded place no matter how much time passed ever since he felt it. This was UCHIHA ITACHI, the clan's heir. His best friend... Or even more; the shinobi he was ready to die for times and times again. Not only because of his loyalty but also because he would have neatly prefer dying protecting him than living a life in which the younger would no longer exist. Shisui's dark irises were quick to stare into the abyss of the other's eyes, not even once did he look away. He couldn't; drawn to him like no other.

He wasn't expecting the rage that suddently flowed in the other's aura, and he took a step back because of the shocked state. It's only when he opened his voice to speak up that he understood. ❝ — No one could pull that off... ❞ He tried to joke but even his vocables were tense, humorless. It was a whole new level of surprise to notice the burning red Mangekyo in the shinobi's eyes... And he couldn't help but smile a little. So his plan worked in the end... That was that. No matter the threat that was now against the curly haired male, he didn't move from where he was standing nor did he activate his sharingan. His eyes stayed black. That's when he saw Itachi's composure change, sign that he recognized something that only these eyes could verify. It wasn't a trick, nor some kind of genjutsu. He was real. He was there... And he was alive.