[Log] Wishing Puddle Who: Uchiha Itachi and a Voice When: July 13th early morning Where: A little pond in the woods. What: Itachi goes to make some wishes and try to fix his messed up life. Open or Closed: Closed Observable: Sure.
Personally, Itachi thought the moon looked more lilac than lavender, but maybe he was being picky. He’d been watching the little pond for about an hour now, waiting for the moon to rise high enough to hit the water. The moon had been reflecting in the water for a good thirty minutes and nothing had happened. Perhaps Itachi was just wasting time, but he’d already resolved that he had nothing to lose. Luckily, it had started drizzling a few minutes ago.
Itachi slowly descended from the large tree with its cloying flowers and slid to the ground. He crouched by the roots and waited, ears twitching and tail wagging. Nothing stirred except insects and the night birds. The pond had been still this night, which Itachi found a little odd. Taking a breath, Itachi walked forward to the edge of the pound and looked at the purple tinted water. He knelt and stuck a stick of incense in the ground, lighting it with a quick rush of hot air from his lips.
It seemed he should offer something.
“I...” His voice sounded far too small in the darkness. “I would like to make someone forget something, or if that’s not possible to make...” Itachi looked at his hand pressed into the damp grass. “To make myself young enough to forget it.”
The air was quiet, only the sounds of the night bird and insects.
In the distance, an owl called, a hoarse scream.
Somewhere near, a little girl sighed. “You’re sad....”
Itachi jumped as the owl screamed. His head jerked around and his heart started pounding. He almost missed the girl’s voice, but he looked for that too. It could be anyone.
Still...
“The past few days have not been very good,” Itachi admitted to the voice, waiting for something to appear from the darkness.
“Will forgetting make it better?”
A faint breeze stirred across the pond, which did not so much as ripple. The first tendrils of mist began to rise, faint white wisps of haze.
Itachi thought about it a moment longer. He’d debated all day on what he should wish for. What would make this madness better? What would keep him from hurting Shisui every time they talked? He could ask for an entire personality change, but that wouldn’t make Shisui any happier. Still, Itachi hesitated. Was what he was asking for permanent? Was the slim chance this would make Shisui and his relationship better worth that?
“Yes. Forgetting would make everything simpler.” Itachi tried to make himself sound more certain. Something was going to happen. The mist left him in no doubt.
“But would it make you happy?” the girl persisted, her voice faint and somehow distant.
A large frog croaked somewhere near, and was silent again.
Honestly, Itachi didn’t know. He felt he had to be honest, but did he? Why did he? He’d never know unless he tried, and things couldn’t get worse, could they?
“Yes, forgetting would make me happy.”
“Okay. If that’s what you want.”
The breeze stilled. The frog croaked again.
A white flash dove silently from the trees and snatched the frog from the pond with a slight splash. The owl flew into the magnolia tree with its prize.
Itachi jumped at the flash of white. His Sharingan tracked the movement of the owl. That, he thought, seemed oddly symbolic. Maybe something was trying to freak him out, but he didn’t think so. It felt more significant than that. Itachi slowly looked back to the water.
“It’s what I want.” Itachi waited to forget, and wondered if he would know when he’d forgotten what he’d asked for forget.
Silence answered.
Itachi sat by the edge of the pond until his incense burning out. No other sounds stirred the night, and the drizzle let up. Still very certain his memories were all intact, Itachi smiled bitterly at his own stupidity and walked away.