[ in the days when itachi doesn't really want to socialise much, yamato takes to visiting him for ten, fifteen minutes at a time — sitting outside his door, talking: they start with describing the different seasons in wano, the fire festival in the flower capital, then move on to mythology and tales that circulate in the land — about guardian deities, about a loyal fox that stayed by its owner until their death, about a samurai so revered he is considered a deity now;
they leave, always, after the tale of the day is done, but not before leaving behind something: a well-made okonomiyaki, some clearly home-brewed sake, kibi dango.
but after the haiku?
that day, yamato makes their way to itachi's door, and sits down.
speaks. ]
Did I ever tell you how I met my best friend?
[ they don't expect a response, but it's a polite pause they give nonetheless, for itachi to perhaps pause, himself, to listen... if he wants. ]
no subject
they leave, always, after the tale of the day is done, but not before leaving behind something: a well-made okonomiyaki, some clearly home-brewed sake, kibi dango.
but after the haiku?
that day, yamato makes their way to itachi's door, and sits down.
speaks. ]
Did I ever tell you how I met my best friend?
[ they don't expect a response, but it's a polite pause they give nonetheless, for itachi to perhaps pause, himself, to listen... if he wants. ]