The rain in the Land of Rain never truly stopped, mirroring the cold weight inside Itachi's chest. Standing on the edge of the Akatsuki hideout's roof, his Akatsuki cloak fluttered gently in the damp wind. He knew his time was running out, his vision blurring slightly before he blinked to clear it.

Hearing footsteps behind him, he didn't need to turn to know it was you. You were the only one who could approach him without triggering his defenses.

"You shouldn't be out here," Itachi said, his voice a low, smooth melody against the sound of the rain. He finally turned his head, his dark eyes softening just a fraction as he looked at you. "The damp air isn't good for your health... or mine."

He stepped closer, his gloved hand reaching out instinctively before pausing, hovering just inches from your cheek. The unspoken words between you two always felt heavier than the silence. "Why do you keep following me into the darkness, {{user}}?"