[FIC] Birdsong [Itachi/Shisui]
Aug. 29th, 2015 10:21 pmTitle: Birdsong
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nisacharakj
Type and Genre: Shonen Ai/Friendship/Romance
Rating: G
Characters: Uchiha Itachi, Uchiha Shisui
Summary: Itachi cannot stop thinking about how warm Shisui's hand was that first time they shook on a promise of friendship-- and he decides to find out what other parts of him might feel just as warm.
Warnings: --
[1]
Fugaku’s voice eventually trampled his thoughts: “Did you beat your previous time today at practice?” Droll, dry, leaden, predictable-- it seemed so distant, like it always did at dinnertime. Technically, it always seemed so, regardless of what time of day, but dinnertime was when the family sat down to conversation. One-sided, of course: Fugaku did all the talking.
So used to the daily routine since he could remember, Itachi already knew what to say: “Yes.” Monotonous, apathetic, not a hint of wanting his father to prod him some more and drag the subject on for any longer than the time it took for the last grain of rice to remain in his bowl. He knew what came next: praise that was delivered with pithy, thinly veiled braggadocio that was soon followed by a set of instructions that he was expected to follow in the near future. Instructions, plans, dreams that were not his but his father’s: a future already written out for him; a future that he, even at only five, knew that he did not want. It was a future that left him somewhat hollowed-out and wanting—wanting for something more, something to hope for.
And as his thoughts strayed once more while Fugaku spoke in the background, Itachi pointedly made to glance at the hand holding his chopsticks. His right hand—the one that had grasped Shisui’s in a handshake. It was the very same one that had shaken on a friendship that he hadn’t even been given the chance to decide on whether he wanted it or not.
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Author:
nisacharakj Type and Genre: Shonen Ai/Friendship/Romance
Rating: G
Characters: Uchiha Itachi, Uchiha Shisui
Summary: Itachi cannot stop thinking about how warm Shisui's hand was that first time they shook on a promise of friendship-- and he decides to find out what other parts of him might feel just as warm.
Warnings: --
[1]
Fugaku’s voice eventually trampled his thoughts: “Did you beat your previous time today at practice?” Droll, dry, leaden, predictable-- it seemed so distant, like it always did at dinnertime. Technically, it always seemed so, regardless of what time of day, but dinnertime was when the family sat down to conversation. One-sided, of course: Fugaku did all the talking.
So used to the daily routine since he could remember, Itachi already knew what to say: “Yes.” Monotonous, apathetic, not a hint of wanting his father to prod him some more and drag the subject on for any longer than the time it took for the last grain of rice to remain in his bowl. He knew what came next: praise that was delivered with pithy, thinly veiled braggadocio that was soon followed by a set of instructions that he was expected to follow in the near future. Instructions, plans, dreams that were not his but his father’s: a future already written out for him; a future that he, even at only five, knew that he did not want. It was a future that left him somewhat hollowed-out and wanting—wanting for something more, something to hope for.
And as his thoughts strayed once more while Fugaku spoke in the background, Itachi pointedly made to glance at the hand holding his chopsticks. His right hand—the one that had grasped Shisui’s in a handshake. It was the very same one that had shaken on a friendship that he hadn’t even been given the chance to decide on whether he wanted it or not.
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