It was a bit hard to make eye contact with someone who was staring steadily into the trees of a training field some nebulous distance straight in front of him. Even as Shisui talked, his hands pressed more firmly against the rooftop. body still and taught. Unusual considering his tendency to fidget around.
"There's a difference between opening up and keeping secrets. It's not the first time you've done something like this, I know it. Before I was Hokage, fine, it didn't matter, as long as you told Sensei what he needed to know it was none of my business. At that point if you wanted to be none of my business, then fine, I'd ask and get brushed off, it was standard with you."
He dipped his head, gaze changing from trees to a rooftop that was closer. "What is it you think I'm after? I never expect you to give me anything, to care one way or another about me, most of the time. So you're close to my age, all that gave me when we were young was incentive to stay the hell away from you, and when I was older, well, it was a bit late and you had all these opinions about what kind of person I was. Like now, you're putting words in my mouth. Assuming I'm trying to change you. That I want you to treat me like I'm Itachi."
He gave a snort, shifting his hands to the edge of the roof to grip it in a tight hold. His voice had stayed composed, painfully low and even through the entirety of what he was saying.
He hadn't looked at him once.
"Don't talk to me about how I don't trust you, when you keep going out of your way to not trust me with simple things. You hid your student from me because I'm an Uchiha, if your words were any indication. Not because I'm Obito and you thought I would do anything, but because of the fucking clan. Go figure."
His voice rose a bit at the end of that, then went flat on the last two words, and he shook his head slowly, head tipping further down after to stare at the street right below.
"You don't get to declare I don't trust you when I gave you months of chances to tell me anything, a wait which was clearly in vain as you never intended to tell me a word. I trust you as much as I can, but being related doesn't get you an automatic pass into my absolute confidence. If anything I know that makes it harder for me and I get that that's messed up, but guess what, it is how it is. I work around it, through it, and try my best to get over it. I throw chances at you, and you brush them aside because I'm just pestering you so obviously I have no idea what being sincere means."
He took a deep breath, aware he sounded bitter at that, and he stopped, closing his eyes. Not the time to get overemotional. Definitely not the time to cry, so he just held still and breathed.
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"There's a difference between opening up and keeping secrets. It's not the first time you've done something like this, I know it. Before I was Hokage, fine, it didn't matter, as long as you told Sensei what he needed to know it was none of my business. At that point if you wanted to be none of my business, then fine, I'd ask and get brushed off, it was standard with you."
He dipped his head, gaze changing from trees to a rooftop that was closer. "What is it you think I'm after? I never expect you to give me anything, to care one way or another about me, most of the time. So you're close to my age, all that gave me when we were young was incentive to stay the hell away from you, and when I was older, well, it was a bit late and you had all these opinions about what kind of person I was. Like now, you're putting words in my mouth. Assuming I'm trying to change you. That I want you to treat me like I'm Itachi."
He gave a snort, shifting his hands to the edge of the roof to grip it in a tight hold. His voice had stayed composed, painfully low and even through the entirety of what he was saying.
He hadn't looked at him once.
"Don't talk to me about how I don't trust you, when you keep going out of your way to not trust me with simple things. You hid your student from me because I'm an Uchiha, if your words were any indication. Not because I'm Obito and you thought I would do anything, but because of the fucking clan. Go figure."
His voice rose a bit at the end of that, then went flat on the last two words, and he shook his head slowly, head tipping further down after to stare at the street right below.
"You don't get to declare I don't trust you when I gave you months of chances to tell me anything, a wait which was clearly in vain as you never intended to tell me a word. I trust you as much as I can, but being related doesn't get you an automatic pass into my absolute confidence. If anything I know that makes it harder for me and I get that that's messed up, but guess what, it is how it is. I work around it, through it, and try my best to get over it. I throw chances at you, and you brush them aside because I'm just pestering you so obviously I have no idea what being sincere means."
He took a deep breath, aware he sounded bitter at that, and he stopped, closing his eyes. Not the time to get overemotional. Definitely not the time to cry, so he just held still and breathed.