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No, because when someone asks me, "what would a relationship with Itachi canon be like, you know, the rogue ninja who killed everyone to stop a civil war and abandoned his brother for his own good?", I imagine a relationship similar to that of Greg and Rose Quartz.
Imagine being a civilian who enjoys playing the guitar, and one day, singing in the forest, you encounter this mysterious man.
He congratulates you, arguing that he was drawn to you by your melodious voice and the gentle sound of the guitar.
He tells you his name after you tell him yours, although you vaguely asks why he didn't tell you his last name. But, Itachi is a nice name even if there's no suffix to pair it with.
The most random and imaginative topics arise in each encounter you both have. You two always meet in the same place, always at the same time. It quickly becomes a routine for you.
Without signs indicating that Itachi comes from any village or indicating that he is a ninja, you are left wondering where this sweet man could have come from. (although maybe if you looked behind the tree that is two meters away from you, you would see the articles he used daily)
Maybe he's the son of a vendor passing through your town, or maybe he's a tourist who likes to visit towns that aren't visible at first glance on the map.
Whatever he may be, it doesn't matter, not as long as your heart beats strongly when his hand brushes yours or when his fingers gently touch your cheek as he tries to tuck your wild locks behind your ear.
Itachi knows it's wrong. He knows these encounters are wrong. But he can't help but want to be by your side, listening to you ramble about random and simple yet fascinating things that as a ninja he never would have thought or imagined.
You make him feel like someone normal, like an ordinary man. You make him feel alive, something he hadn't felt since the massacre, perhaps even long before joining the Anbu.
It's as if he doesn't have blood covering his hands. As if he doesn't bear all the hatred of the world on his tired shoulders, preventing him from breathing.
All his problems disappear from his mind when you allow him to rest his head to take a nap, while you arguing that his dark circles look too big. Nightmares and insomnia leave him when you run your delicate hands, with no calluses in sight, through his hair. The protest dies on the tip of his tongue when you scratch that specific part that quickly turns him into putty in your hands.
One morning, Itachi Uchiha vaguely realizes that the dark circles and stress marks have become smaller and blames you for the gentle fluttering his heart does at the thought of you taking care of him. Kisame looks at him puzzled when he comes out of the bathroom. At first glance, he had a neutral face, but his eyes told a different story; they looked more alive.
Kisame wondered what or who made him that way. Itachi simply ignores him as usual, trying to keep the corners of his lips from rising because his happiness hasn't waned yet and he doesn't want Kisame to see him like that.
It's a night when Itachi finally realizes that he has fallen deeply in love with you. His heart stops for a moment when he realizes that it hurts to think about leaving you when he dies at the hands of his brother.
And he simply doesn't want to.
He doesn't want to leave your side. He's being selfish, he knows it well, but for once he wants to be. He himself destroyed all his dreams and hopes, all for Konoha and his younger brother.
By sacrificing his world, he can never become Hokage or live in Konoha again.
Maybe if he cut his hair and ran away with you to live in another secluded place away from the ninja world—
He stopped.
What was he thinking? He was dangerous. Everything about him was dangerous.
He had hurt so many people, had ended the lives of so many. You deserved someone better, someone who didn't have hands stained with blood or a destroyed man.
And he simply decides to push you away.
He told himself that this would be the last time. He didn't hesitate when he told you that he didn't want to see you again and that you should stay away from him.
Maybe if he were strong enough and you didn't have him in the palm of your hand, he would have been stronger, and he would have left without explanations.
But that wasn't the case.
"Itachi, you have to tell me what's going on."
Itachi sighed, almost as if trying to prepare himself for what he was about to say. "I— you have dreams, I don't want you to sacrifice everything for me," he told you the truth, unable to hide it under a lie.
"It's a pity."
"Uh?"
"You are all I want."
“So…”
“Hmm?”
“What was the answer?”
“… Love”
“Woahhh-! I know it!”
“So do i”
…
*the end*
love like you starts playing in the background
Also— maybe I’m gonna write a series of this now that i have ao3 🤭
If I Could
If I could live without you
I’d try to heal and grow
There’s so much I would do
If I could let you go…
Auditorium of abandoned school.
If I Could Turn Back Time…
Driving down the highway, my thoughts were as scattered as the passing scenery. The radio was a comforting background noise until a familiar tune began to play—"If I Could Turn Back Time." I’ve heard this song hundreds, if not thousands, of times, but today it hit differently. The lyrics seeped into my mind, tugging at buried thoughts and regrets.
"If I could turn back time, if I could find a way," Cher sang, and I began to wonder. What if I could turn back time? What if I could rewrite my past, erasing the relationships that left me hurt and disillusioned? I imagined a life untouched by those difficult chapters. Would I be happier, more successful, further along in my journey if I had put myself first?
The thought consumed me. How much better would my life be if I had left those relationships sooner, or better yet, never entered them at all? Each failed relationship felt like a chain that had held me back, preventing me from reaching my full potential. I envisioned a life where I made decisions solely for my own benefit, unburdened by the emotional baggage of my past.
But as the song continued, a new realization began to form. If I hadn't gone through all those experiences, I might never have met you. The thought was both sobering and enlightening. Each painful step of my journey had led me to this moment, to you.
As much as I sometimes wish I could erase you from my past, as much as I wish our paths had never crossed, I can't deny the impact you've had on my understanding of love. Because of you, I now grasp what it means when people say love is something you cannot control. It's a force that defies logic, a feeling that persists despite the pain.
The song faded, and I found myself smiling, a sense of peace settling over me. My journey, with all its twists and turns, had brought me to an invaluable lesson. I may wish I could turn back time, but I wouldn’t trade the wisdom I've gained. And for that, I am grateful.