halo heavy .

@godmist asked: those eyes of yours ever scare you?

shisui was still a toddler when his mother said to him:

the sharingan is a blessing, a gift from the gods of time.

his mother is dead now. he watched it happen, burned that moment and all of its million permutations into his soul with the mangekyou pinwheeling. shisui will also die, he is dying, soon. he sees it coming through the stillness of clear water. if he could reach out to that reflection, he could grasp his own cold-corpse hand and pull it into being. it would be very easy. their situation is quite dire. no one could blame him.

reach for me now not yet, not yet what is your price?

shisui watches as the thousand-thousand strands of fate spread outward all around them, a heart-blood world of possibilities cast over the world of decision, snapping and reconnecting with every minute shift of being. when he sees a thread that could lead somewhere acceptable, he reaches out — and plucks. from the trees all around them hidden men fall dead, landing with soft fruit sounds.

DRAGON-SIGHT.

in the milk-glass world he sees the actions of another uchiha shisui play out like shadows, and cease to be. it should make him feel something, he thinks.

WITCH EYES.

“no,” he lies to the enemy of his enemy. “do they scare you, momochi-san?”

@gatesopen said: is your hair naturally that curly? i tried using product once to get it like that, but it just frizzed up instead. you must teach me your ways!

“all me!” with a bright grin to match gai’s own, shisui runs a hand up through his hair, working out the tangles of the afternoon as he goes. if there’s any shyness behind the action, he doesn’t show it. “sorry — no secret trick to it! it’s been like this forever!”

@copycaat said: a crime was committed by a criminal — tenzo once again threw me into a wall with his mokuton, and while it only hurt a little bit physically, i assure you my pride was very injured and i would like him arrested please.

“a fatal injury, is it?” shisui asks dryly. they've been here before and they will surely be here again, on opposite sides of the bars of a drunk tank, playing their parts. as though anything could keep someone like them locked in. “guess you should file a police report. soon as you're sober enough to hold the pen.”

kakashi would hate to know that he's becoming predictable, but it's spring and they've been here before. some part of shisui is compelled to pick up the work that other hands cannot. some part of kakashi is compelled to live the life he doesn't want, that others should have had. tenzou probably despairs of them both for different reasons.

“just sleep it off, hatake. you get a free breakfast if you're still around in the morning.”

but they've been here before, and kakashi already knows that.

@kavvaakari said: “oh! oh, that’s a hanging tree.” he sounds delighted.

shisui has all of four seconds to look up and take in the sight before he has to play spiritual line-guard. he's not delicate about it either — extreme stupidity requires an extreme response. before tenzou can take a full step, shisui is taking them both down to the ground.

“did they make you wrong? is your brain stuck at the size of an infant's in there? don't go and touch it!”

@formerfool said: sakura doesn’t even have a headband yet, but she thinks sasuke is cool, thinks sasuke’s family is cool, and she can’t help bouncing up to shisui with a bright smile and a missing tooth. “your eyes are pretty.”

shisui tries to sell it as a good thing, a real luxury experience, door-to-door service, but when they enroll sasuke into the village's academy at age five he still cries. he doesn't know those people and he doesn't want to go. but the law is the law, and the uchiha clan must obey. every morning someone from the police force walks with the clan's children from the compound's gates to the other side of konoha, an armed escort for their small futures, uniformed and noticeable, backs straight under the stares. a real luxury experience.

the children are taken home the same way, and today the escorting officer is shisui, who slid into his kpd uniform just for this. he's fresh off a mission, showered and tired, and after they get home he's going to sleep for hours. consecutive hours, even, that's actual luxury. as soon as his baby cousins get the hell out here. when the bell finishes off, he begins his countdown: three minutes, and leans back against a post to wait.

they have two children enrolled this year, with natsume nearing graduation. the academy wants him out early. the clan has been trying to delay it, but the chuunin-sensei keep encouraging him to take the exam. probably they're doing that right now, and sasuke will not leave the building without his cousin. seventeen seconds have passed, maybe shisui should —

— not stare blankly in the direction of small civilian girls. is he an idiot?

“anou, mine?” his mouth says in divorce from his brain. go away, he silently asks. this interaction won't go unnoticed, here of all places. was she put up to this? is it a ploy, is she the innocent or an accomplice? no one compliments an uchiha's eyes. no one looks them in the eye. not without motive. she's so young.

never give them what they want. he smiles until his eyes nearly crinkle closed, and says: “but they're just black. green eyes — hardly anyone has those around here! miss, you’re truly special.”

@copycaat said: they won't execute us for this. more like chew us out. we've been chewed out before.

there used to be an inn here. a good one, in fact, he'd liked it. now there was just a precarious heap of rubble, still smouldering, little sparks flying up whenever the wind shifts the ghosts of timberframe. it makes a nearly comical background to kakashi's lackadaisical bullshit if you choose to ignore the bodies that are probably being smothered in there somewhere.

shisui never loses his temper. that's the thing about him, the carefully cultivated thing that makes him special, how un-uchiha-like he is under pressure. it gave him jounin first, then anbu, someday more. now it gives him a placid expression and a mild tone. uchiha shisui is always calm.

“no, hatake, they won't execute you for this.”

kakashi trusts him enough to make eye contact and to keep it. shisui might make him regret that someday. not today, not tomorrow, someday. “and they won't blame you for it either. not you. not for a fire. they probably will just scold you, and you're right, who cares about that? everyone that depends on your good name is already dead.”

shisui didn't start the fire, of course. but he also didn't stop it.

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