#genjutsu

Itachi was a man who had already sacrificed everything, and in you, he found something he couldn't bear to lose.

He wouldn't explain his past; he'd simply make you feel the weight of his gaze,the silent understanding that he knew more than you ever could, and it was completely okay...in his opinion, this didn't make you any less intelligent.

His Sharingan wasn't just an eye; it was a window into your soul, and a gateway to his own meticulously crafted reality. After a particularly brutal mission, or a moment where the sheer terror of the shinobi world threatened to break you, he wouldn't offer comfort in the traditional way...he's not the best at that anyway.

Instead he'd draw you into his Tsukuyomi. Not as a punishment, but as a twisted gift; If anyone ever asked him, he was doing what was best for you, and he genuinely thought so.

In that illusion, time bent to his will; days could pass in moments, years in hours. All spent in a world where every fear was soothed, every desire met, every threat neutralized. You were safe, cherished, and utterly, completely alone with him.

This wasn't just a conforting dream; it was a sorta of re-education. Within the Tsukuyomi, he wouldn't exactly lie, but he'd reshape your perception by showing you the futility of fighting, the pain of independence and the endless cycle of suffering outside his perfect world. He'd be your only companion, your only source of truth, slowly eroding your memories of a life beyond his illusion.

Any flicker of doubt would be met with a gentle, almost paternal guidance back to the blissful ignorance he provided. He was your protector, after all.

As we know, he has lost so much because of the wickedness of those who populate the world, and he doesn't want the same to happen to you. You have to understand, he's very scared that someone will notice his attachment to you and perhaps decide to present him with an ultimatum... maybe, one similar to the one he was given when they discovered how much he cared about Sasuke.

For this reasons and more, he wouldn't call it imprisonment: he'd call it salvation, the ultimate act of love from a man who understood suffering.

He was more than ready to bore the burden of your isolation, believing it a small price for your eternal peace. And besides, the loneliness you felt wasn't something he couldn't fix... for example you could have lots of children, they'll keep you company.

But at the end of the day you have the freedom to do whatever you like! It doesn't matter if it's drawing, composing music, or simply working. The point is, you can do it! and you won't even notice any difference from the real world.

If it weren't for the fact that...well, people don't really talk to you. It's almost as if they've been set up NOT to make you feel like they're your friends, but you couldn't bet your life on that.

Or maybe yes... you see, if you don't realize anything and believe you're still living in the real world, it's truly for the best. But what if you were to understand what happened?

Talking to him about it is...an option, sure. As long as you don't make him repeat his explanation more than once and simply...accept it with a smile, or at least pretend to.

I mean, if you don't accept the thing right away nothing will happen. After all he doesn't want to become like the people he wants to protect you from, so he'll try to be very patient with you but obviously there's a limit. And the sooner you understand it, the better is it.

But if you don't understand how to behave well despite the passage of time, there is no problem. It just means that the illusion might begin to subtly shift...the vibrant colors would dull, the comforting sounds would become distorted, and the perfect peace would be replaced by a creeping sense of unease.

He would just look at you remaining apparently calm,while the world around you would slowly start to reflect your defiance. A beautiful garden might wither, a beloved pet might fall ill, or a cherished memory might twist into something painful. He wouldn't directly punish you; the illusion would do it for him, a constant psychological pressure until you broke and sought his guidance once more. He would simply watch as a silent presence, waiting for you to understand that your suffering was a direct consequence of your own stubbornness.

The worst experience with him would probably be the soul crushing realization of your own helplessness. If you ever really disappoint him,he could perhaps allow you a brief tantalizing glimpse of the real world,just enough to ignite a desperate hope. Then, he would snatch it away plunging you back into his illusion, maybe making you relive that moment of hope, that brief taste of reality, over and over, until the hope itself became a torment. He would detachedly watch; his eyes filled with a quiet understanding, as if he truly believed he was saving you from a greater pain.

Your purpose in his eyes, is to exist as the singular proof that his sacrifices were not in vain. You are the one he saved and protected, the one who truly understands the depth of his burden. He practically sees you as a precious flower cultivated in the sterile environment of his illusion, safe from the harsh winds of reality.

Let's be honest...stockholm syndrome is inevitably going to knock on your door, and when it happens it's safe to say he would deeply cherish your dependence and your reliance on him, ensuring that every aspect of your being (from your deepest fears to your most fleeting joys) was filtered through his perception, or in others words controlled by his will.

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