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[Closed] Enough cousin

Where: Konoha
When: May 30th
Notes: Obito finally decides to give this another try, hunting down Shisui.

He'd noticed the way Shisui was on edge at the auction. Just because he'd bowed quickly out of the bidding, after all, didn't mean he hadn't been alert to how his shinobi had been taking those bidding on them. Still, him being that on edge? Not so good, and he'd kept out of it, knowing that he wouldn't be able to help the situation if he waded in. He'd never been... as close to Shisui as the younger cousins.

Hazards of being near his age when he wasn't measuring up.

Still, that didn't mean he didn't care. On the contrary, he probably cared more than he should, but that was fine too, and he finally caught up to Shisui when the man was outside and not obviously training. It was evening. "So. Shisui."

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"Yeah, and you'd tell me anything you felt I needed to know and nothing further." He snorted and leaned his elbows on his knees, looking forward. "I know how you work."

I know how you work.

Shisui glances off to the side, catching Obito from the corner of his eye. He was pretty sure Obito wasn't talking specifically about the thing that was on his mind at the moment, but guilt made him twitch just ever so slightly.

"So. Coming out here. What difference does it make if it's still the way I work?"

No, you don't know everything, and I'm too fucking ashamed to tell you--

"One of us has to make the effort." He turned his head, catching the glance and just... waiting. He'd put him on his better side.

He said nothing to that, choosing instead to hang his head in a mixture of guilt and shame. And perhaps a whole lot of other things he didn't want anybody finding out. He would have usually confided in Itachi, but even there things were rather strained.

There was nothing but silence between them then, and Shisui swung his legs to and fro over the edge of the roof he was perched on.

It would be a whole lot easier if Obito specified where they wanted to start. Then again, there was hardly any guarantee that Shisui would divulge any information at all.

"Someday, I hope you learn to trust me." His voice was quiet, almost a sigh, after a long few minutes of silence. Then he looked away. "I suppose even making Hokage didn't overcome the distrust mm? You don't need to carry everything, and you don't need to hide things from me. I know I'm not our chosen confidant... but I'm not a stranger you know. Or an enemy."

"It's not that I don't trust you." Defensive. But he doesn't know what to follow that up with. It wasn't because he didn't trust Obito; it was just... He was not Itachi. It was different.

With Itachi he didn't even need to say a word. Itachi understood him, and it was the same the other way around.

"You don't come to me with your problems. Why am I obliged to do so instead?"

"You never wanted to hear my problems Shisui." He snorted softly, not looking at him this time when he spoke. "We both know it, and I'm not stupid. You could at least not actively hide things from me though. Mm? I can tell when something's off."

"I don't go about asking anyone if they have problems." The truth of the matter was that he rarely ever asked Itachi about anything either. It just-- happened all the time. "Not even Itachi," he clarifies here, aware that somehow Obito had formed an opinion about Shisui as being that somebody who probably didn't really like him... Which wasn't in the least true. He'd always been nice to him; he didn't know where all this was coming from. Until now, obviously. But Shisui wasn't the type to bear his soul to just anyone.

But-- actively hide things? Shisui shoots him a glance then, a flash of alarm in his expression that he quickly subdues. "How much do you know?"

At least, the way he'd worded that question-- it seemed as though Shisui might be willing to get it off his chest.

Edited 2014-06-11 03:30 (UTC)

"I know the difference when you're hiding things and when you're not." He tilted his head, looking over, tone light. "Don't be so shocked. Just because I've never called you on it doesn't mean I don't notice, seriously. I'm not Hokage just because sensei likes me. You changed your patterns."

So, either Obito did know or didn't. He wasn't letting on what he was on about, precisely.

"What the hell do you want to know?" He spat out. It was an honest question, too. There was so much going on, he didn't know where to begin.

"Pick something you're hiding from me, and tell me." He dropped the levity and huffed a breath, almost a laugh, though it was humorless. "Though if the list is long enough you've got one I guess I can see where the trouble is."

He couldn't pick. Being forced to say anything at all was an added stressor, and Shisui was beginning to try and clam up. He even scouted the surroundings, looking for a way out.

"And that would be?" Just narrow down his list for him, please.

"Start with the latest one then." He looked sideways, completely serious. "Better?"

He thought about that, then shook his head. They were all interconnected it was hard to separate one from the other. Instead, the question makes him go over everything step by step, and Shisui finally picks a place to start.

...Except now he's letting out a shaky exhale, not too sure what kind of consequences Obito would dole out on him once he knew how badly he'd messed up.

"I uh-- I." Swallow; mouth suddenly dry. "The report on my latest mission with Ami and Adela may be missing a few details."

He wasn't even going to bother lifting his head. He was beyond ashamed of himself.

He straightened, sharpening his focus as he shifted so that he could look at him straight on, attentive and focused. He didn't say anything, his Hokage senses pinged, and he waited.

The silence was awful, and Shisui did nothing to lift it. Not at first at least.

He glances off to the side again, eyeing the Hokage before looking off into the distance. "You didn't see anything off on the autopsies of the perpetrators?" They had to have sent them over to Obito by now, hadn't they? They'd taken Ami; it was Konoha's business to know, wasn't it?

"They never released them." It was a murmur, barely loud enough to catch. "I'd mentioned that the countries around Konoha were being difficult some months back, hadn't I? It extended to this."

That worried him. Had they caught on? Shit, what had he gone and gotten everybody else into?!

Shisui clasps his hands, fingers pressing into knuckles. They were white by the time he finally spoke up: "I did it." I killed them. I killed a bunch of civilians.

His sharingan had turned itself on.

But he didn't get... mad. No, he was just still watching him, steady, and leaned forward a little, one hand resting on the tiles of the roof to balance him. "Tell me what you did."

A shaky breath. If they hadn't sent in any autopsy reports since then, then he was going to have to let Obito know things before he was surprised with the information by a third party.

"I had to," he blurted. "They were armed; it was the only way." It almost sounded as if he were having a conversation with himself, out aloud for once. He seemed as though he was trying to convince himself that that was the truth. "There was no other way. I had to."

And, most importantly-- "They took Ami."

Tomoe spinning. That last bit was hushed, murmured into the breeze that picked up just then.

"...Adela doesn't know."

Worst of all, I liked it.

Edited 2014-06-11 04:48 (UTC)

"Why did they take her?" It was said in the same low steady tone, waiting for more of the details he hadn't been given as clearly this was... quite important. He should have been told sooner.

A shadow crosses Shisui's face in that moment, his expression turning into something of a grimace. "I told you. It was a human trafficking ring. They were selling people off. Men, women, children." Just the pretty ones.

He goes silent again, anger bubbling underneath until he audibly grinds his teeth in his jaw. "They were going to sell my Ami and god knows what they would have done to her!"

Whoops. He slipped there with the 'my' in front of Ami.

Except even pretending to claim her as his own didn't help. He felt like such a failure every time he looked back on things. Even now-- Even now she probably hated him.

He hunches over some more, lips pursed together as he focuses on nothing in particular.

"So you killed them." He leaned over, tapping the tiles beside his knee, deliberately refocusing the other Uchiha. He'd wanted to be sure there were no more list details.

"Good."

What? Good? Had he heard him right?

Shisui turns to look up at him, finally, obviously confused. "...What?"

He met his gaze, totally calm, totally at ease. "I said good."

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