[ the disbelief on yamato's face is apparent when the door opens — sure, they feel itachi's presence coming closer, know to expect the door opening, and still their eyes are wide, an open book as they ever are.
after a pause, they nod, a jarring movement in their haste to express that yes, they'd very much like to! of course, there's the slight distraction of itachi's room — yamato looks around, un-self-conscious, not bothering or even thinking to hide their curiosity; though it's swiftly gone, as itachi's room very much corresponds to, well, itachi himself.
(briefly, yamato wonders if he's ever had a room like this to call his own, or if he has, when the time was he was conditioned into the habit of not showing anything of himself: like ready to move out at a moment's notice, like any little thing left is revealing too much.) ]
He came to Wano to kill my father, [ yamato starts with a fond smile — perhaps at odds with how the story begins. ]
I don't really care about him either, but he wasn't there, so it was my duty to protect the crew and the island while he was gone... so we ended up fighting.
（ he gestures for them to sit down. there are two chairs at his desk, one at its end and one in its middle, that make for quaint, comfortable conversation. he takes the one that faces the door, a long habit of hypervigilance. ）
I imagine that battle was quite fierce.
（ it's far from an empty platitude meant to spur conversation on. he has seen them fight, and knows them to be at least as dangerous as kisame himself. he doubts he could lift their kanabo without chakra infusing his muscles. ）
Yes, it was. He can command fire, so he's a formidable opponent. We fought to a draw, back then.
[ now, though yamato doesn't like to think of it, they have two years on ace and have trained more, more, more — perhaps were they to fight for real, now, the match would not be so even. ]
But he said something... when he realised I was being held in Onigashima against my will, he told me — your father has chained you here, but why do you let him chain your heart, too?
[ yamato looks down, smiling. ] We became friends after that.
[ and perhaps it all seems like a story without much of a meaning, but yamato, subtle though they are usually not, did not choose this for nothing — itachi, who has only ever seemed to be chained, now to his room, but even before that to a carefulness that guards him and his heart; what is it that you let chain your heart? could the question be, or perhaps why is it still chained, here?
not that yamato will ask it, any of it. but the questions hover in the air above them regardless. ]
（ the nuance is not lost on him. itachi is a man that has dwelt in subtleties and subterfuge most of his life. he can guess that there is a deeper meaning here to be had, and even at what that question — amorphous in the air — may be.
he is silent for a long moment, rising only to start the process of making fresh tea, which is a manner of bulwarks between them by the way it makes silence a permissible thing rather than an absence of immediate conversation. then, as the water is set to boil — ）
[ they are not bothered by the long silence, there — have never been, despite their louder personality. ]
I'd become so used to my life as it was — unable to leave, stuck doing what my father expected, despite what I wanted to do... he reminded me that my father could never control what I think and how I feel. That I could still be me, and stand true to my beliefs, even if I was unable to act on it all.
[ and perhaps this explains some of yamato's actions in giva: standing up for their beliefs when they were able, incapable of letting them go.
(but perhaps it is more, too, more that yamato doesn't even know of and doesn't know to suspect: standing true to your beliefs when unable to truly act on them... it may be something itachi can relate to, as well.) ]
（ he offers her one of the small clay cups he uses for tea as he sits back down, idly crossing long legs at the ankles. ）
Is your father a cruel man?
（ he certainly seems so. but a child's mind has a way of justifying a parent's actions. the desire to see the best in them is difficult to elude. itachi knew full well who his father was by the time he was perhaps seven years old, but fugaku — though ambitious more than cruel — was not without his flaws. ）
[ yamato accepts it easily, comfortable with the routine, taking a small sip of the tea. ]
I used to think that underneath it all, he only wanted the best for me. [ it is not a yes, but not a no, either — perhaps it's easy enough to read between the lines what yamato thinks, now. ]
He was the only family I had. In Onigashima, everyone is his underling, so I never had any friends, either... not until Ace. He was my first and only friend. And when he — [ yamato's eyes look into something that is not there, a rising sun and ace's vivre card burning up in their hands. ]
... I'd lived with knowing I had at least one friend, even if he was somewhere else. But after that, I was alone again. [ a sigh. ] I don't know what I hate Father more for, everything he's done to the country of Wano... or not allowing me to leave with Ace, so I wasn't able to be there for him when he needed me.
first and only friend. that isolation isn't something he would wish to share with another, but he does understand it — though he suspects what kept them so is different. itachi had always held himself apart on purpose, having little to nothing in common with his peers. yamato was kept separate due to their devotion to kozuki oden. he knows which of the two is worse — his, at least, was a choice.
if he had been with shisui when danzō attacked... he doubts it would have changed the outcome either of that fight or the clan's fate. but he understands the desire to have been by the side of one's only friend in harrowing moments.
yet despite that desire — ）
Would he have wanted you there?
（ would shisui? whose choice is that, truly? if one's desire to protect is at war with the autonomy of the one you wish to save? ）
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after a pause, they nod, a jarring movement in their haste to express that yes, they'd very much like to! of course, there's the slight distraction of itachi's room — yamato looks around, un-self-conscious, not bothering or even thinking to hide their curiosity; though it's swiftly gone, as itachi's room very much corresponds to, well, itachi himself.
(briefly, yamato wonders if he's ever had a room like this to call his own, or if he has, when the time was he was conditioned into the habit of not showing anything of himself: like ready to move out at a moment's notice, like any little thing left is revealing too much.) ]
He came to Wano to kill my father, [ yamato starts with a fond smile — perhaps at odds with how the story begins. ]
I don't really care about him either, but he wasn't there, so it was my duty to protect the crew and the island while he was gone... so we ended up fighting.
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I imagine that battle was quite fierce.
（ it's far from an empty platitude meant to spur conversation on. he has seen them fight, and knows them to be at least as dangerous as kisame himself. he doubts he could lift their kanabo without chakra infusing his muscles. ）
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[ now, though yamato doesn't like to think of it, they have two years on ace and have trained more, more, more — perhaps were they to fight for real, now, the match would not be so even. ]
But he said something... when he realised I was being held in Onigashima against my will, he told me — your father has chained you here, but why do you let him chain your heart, too?
[ yamato looks down, smiling. ] We became friends after that.
[ and perhaps it all seems like a story without much of a meaning, but yamato, subtle though they are usually not, did not choose this for nothing — itachi, who has only ever seemed to be chained, now to his room, but even before that to a carefulness that guards him and his heart; what is it that you let chain your heart? could the question be, or perhaps why is it still chained, here?
not that yamato will ask it, any of it. but the questions hover in the air above them regardless. ]
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he is silent for a long moment, rising only to start the process of making fresh tea, which is a manner of bulwarks between them by the way it makes silence a permissible thing rather than an absence of immediate conversation. then, as the water is set to boil — ）
It sounds as if he woke you from a long sleep.
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[ they are not bothered by the long silence, there — have never been, despite their louder personality. ]
I'd become so used to my life as it was — unable to leave, stuck doing what my father expected, despite what I wanted to do... he reminded me that my father could never control what I think and how I feel. That I could still be me, and stand true to my beliefs, even if I was unable to act on it all.
[ and perhaps this explains some of yamato's actions in giva: standing up for their beliefs when they were able, incapable of letting them go.
(but perhaps it is more, too, more that yamato doesn't even know of and doesn't know to suspect: standing true to your beliefs when unable to truly act on them... it may be something itachi can relate to, as well.) ]
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Is your father a cruel man?
（ he certainly seems so. but a child's mind has a way of justifying a parent's actions. the desire to see the best in them is difficult to elude. itachi knew full well who his father was by the time he was perhaps seven years old, but fugaku — though ambitious more than cruel — was not without his flaws. ）
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I used to think that underneath it all, he only wanted the best for me. [ it is not a yes, but not a no, either — perhaps it's easy enough to read between the lines what yamato thinks, now. ]
He was the only family I had. In Onigashima, everyone is his underling, so I never had any friends, either... not until Ace. He was my first and only friend. And when he — [ yamato's eyes look into something that is not there, a rising sun and ace's vivre card burning up in their hands. ]
... I'd lived with knowing I had at least one friend, even if he was somewhere else. But after that, I was alone again. [ a sigh. ] I don't know what I hate Father more for, everything he's done to the country of Wano... or not allowing me to leave with Ace, so I wasn't able to be there for him when he needed me.
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first and only friend. that isolation isn't something he would wish to share with another, but he does understand it — though he suspects what kept them so is different. itachi had always held himself apart on purpose, having little to nothing in common with his peers. yamato was kept separate due to their devotion to kozuki oden. he knows which of the two is worse — his, at least, was a choice.
if he had been with shisui when danzō attacked... he doubts it would have changed the outcome either of that fight or the clan's fate. but he understands the desire to have been by the side of one's only friend in harrowing moments.
yet despite that desire — ）
Would he have wanted you there?
（ would shisui? whose choice is that, truly? if one's desire to protect is at war with the autonomy of the one you wish to save? ）