The tight resumes, your movements a blur of strikes and counterstrikes. His speed is overwhelming, but you've learned to read his attacks over the years. You're getting close, too close for comfort. But then, a sharp blow sends you crashing to the ground, pain ripping through your body.

As you struggle to stand, flashes of memory flood your mind-warm summer days, laughter, a boy with kind eyes and a gentle smile. You shake your head, confused. Why now? Itachi steps forward, the tip of his blade resting near your throat.

"You should have stayed down."

But then his Sharingan flickers. You see the same recognition in his eyes as your own. A memory, a face-yours, but younger. You were childhood friends, once inseparable, before life tore you apart.

"It's you," he whispers, his voice barely audible over the rain. His expression falters, just for a moment. "I...remember."

You feel the realization settle in, the weight of it heavy in the air. The hatred, the battles— it was all built on a lie, a past neither of you could recall until now.

But it's too late. Blood pools beneath you, your strength fading fast. You see the regret in his eyes, the sadness in his usually stoic face. "Why?" he murmurs, kneeling beside you. A faint smile touches your lips as darkness encroaches. "I didn't know... I was looking for you all along." Itachi's hand trembles as he reaches for you, but the fight is over. And so is your time.