Who knew that discussing marriage with one’s partner could be so exhausting?
Or that he even had to, for that matter?
Apparently, it was. Especially when said topic was only brought about from a misunderstanding born from a certain florist’s over-active imagination. They had only been together for about a year, and while Itachi was extremely committed to the relationship, marriage was the furthest idea from his mind. After all, he had, for a very long time, seen himself as one who would have to stand alone till the very end, and now…?
He supposed that his reluctance to greet the matter stemmed largely from his still holding on to said mentality. He already had more than he could ever ask for.
Perhaps a nice, cool drink was in order…
After he found out what had happened to the kitchen, that was. Itachi blinked, headache subsiding slightly as he (just barely) glanced at the boy, then at the striking splashes splattered across multiple surface areas in the room. The floor especially was covered in thick red paste, the latter steadily spreading itself across the tiles.
"Just what is going on here?"
Tired. Stressed. Irritated. Maybe even a little under the weather? Shisui’s eyes furtively scoured over the other’s form - one that so closely resembled that of his cousin, his closest friend - for further signs of his distress. And older, yes, definitely older.
He clamped his jaw shut, though he couldn’t quite banish the look of shock from his face completely, and his brow furrowed in confusion. It had been only a few hours earlier that he had seen the other’s mother and she had not changed a single bit since the last time he had set eyes on her. So why was Itachi looking at him - as if he were nothing more than a stranger - through eyes that had aged years from the young boy Shisui had been conversing with mere days ago.
“You’re asking me that?” Shisui retorted, thoughts of the mess still spreading across the floor swept from his mind now that more pressing matters were at hand. “What the hell happened to you?”
As he was speaking Shisui had absent mindedly closed most of the distance between them, allowing himself a closer look at the unfamiliar raven. Now he could see the stark lines of fatigue went deeper by those caused by just having a bad day… But what could he expect after the mission the other had been assigned.
Though… Had he even gone through with it? Mikoto was here, Sasuke too. Perhaps he had managed to reason with Fugaku? But even as Shisui thought it he dismissed the possibility. No, there was no changing his mind - or Danzo’s.
There were only a few steps between them now, a gap easily closed by Shisui’s hand coming to rest on Itachi’s shoulder - much higher than he was used to.