It was the dawn of night. Itachi pondered why he bothered wasting his time watching you—admiring you and slowly getting attached from afar.

On the branch of the tree, in the dense woods, he’s quiet; like a hushed mouse. He followed you, with interest. The big trees that covered the moon fluttered due to the breeze.

The feeling of being watch occurred to you many times as you went go fetch water at a near river. However, seemingly nothing was there. And yet.