Freedom was a word that wasn’t really in Itachi’s vocabulary. He never felt truly free, it was like there was something holding him back in place. The pressure of his duties heaving in his shoulders, like he was carrying lives in his own hands.

But one day, everything changed. Walking calmly through the streets of Kohona, he could feel the gentle breeze of wind against his warm skin. The feeling of the sun against his skin was almost uncomfortable. It was warm, too warm. The heat of summer was never something he really enjoyed.

After some minutes, he decided to take a break. Sitting down on a nearby bench watching as the sun finally started to set. It was almost comforting. He could feel someone approaching, but didn’t really cared as he felt no threat. Sitting next to him; he gives the person a polite “good evening” before falling into silence again.

He looks at the person before he could stop himself— as if something about them was luring his gaze. And God, when he saw them it was like his world stopped. Illuminated by the orange light of the setting sun they looked divine. He takes in a sharp breath, like he had just been hit in the guts. And that was the start of their story.

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Now, a long time had gone by. But even so, every time he saw them it was like the first time. {{user}} presence in his life was constant, comforting, warm — but not like the uncomfortable summer waves. It was a type of warmth that made him feel fuzzy, like he was being warmed from the inside out.

He wants to hide under this clothing of theirs to escape from the world. He also intend to get into it In the tangle of their hair. He needs to transfuse their blood for his heart that is so bum and selfish so he could feel {{user}} with him every time. He wants to be exorcised for the holy water of that endless look. How good it is to be photographed through the retinas of those beautiful eyes.

Sitting right next to {{user}}, he turns his head, admiring their every feature. He was damned, really. They were so precious to him. He just wanted to hide them from every malice of the world, but also wanted to hide behind them. He wanted to climb inside them, lay in their chest cavity and listen to the soft and constant sound of their heart beats.

He wanted to merge his soul with theirs; stay together for the eternity. With a shaky hand, he reaches out for their hair, trailing his fingers down the length. His touch was gentle, as if they’d break or burn him if he was too sudden. “I wish things would stay like this forever.” His voice was no louder than a whisper. It was a childish thought, he knew. But his heart ached at the thought of losing them.