re: chapter 590 (possible spoilers in comments)

[anbu]

A better end to 'the life of Uchiha Itachi'?

... I suppose it was a long time coming.

[Look, okay, it takes him almost 600 chapters to speak his mind. So what.]

Comments

OF WHAT

[folia]

No.

( her voice is soft.

she agrees. she has many. and she has an apology to make, to naruto most of all, who might not have had such a problem if she had been stronger, protecting the nagato's eyes.

still, she lays her hope on him. )

But it is all inevitable. Everything has fallen into place the way they are meant to, the way you have been given the chance to say the words you've been meaning to say.

MY LIFE

[anbu]

If it had gone any differently... I wonder over never having that chance.

[Never having been resurrected, as awful as it was. He still had duty. And he was able to say a proper goodbye to Sasuke.]

I suppose I should be grateful.

JUST AS PLANNED also omg mistakes everywhere sobs

[folia]

We will always wonder, I think.

( perhaps that is the way of the dead, here. wondering on what they might have done differently, should difference circumstances occur.

she pauses, considering. should she ask this question? she doesn't even know if she'll get a response, but oh, well. no regrets. )

How long have you wanted to tell him?

you're forgiven (maybe)

[anbu]

[#yolo]

... [Should he answer? No more lies now.] I have never stopped wanting to.

NO MAYBES ALLOWED!!!

[folia]

( she smiles minutely. such a feeling that she knows herself - but she has had her own second chance, in her own way. )

I've always thought of you as cold, Uchiha Itachi.

( and she opens her hand, palm outstretched, and a flower springs up, folded in pieces, but ultimately whole, ultimately beautiful. a dandelion in the spring. a sunflower in the summer. a rose in the height of its bloom.

whatever it should be, it is, and she is giving it to him. )

FINE!!!

[anbu]

[He's not sure how to respond to that, sinking steeply into silence instead. Just for a moment, as she offers him the outstretched gift.

The flower is a white chrysanthemum. Truth. Blooming open, soft and fragile. Itachi takes it into his palm, lets it sit.

And then he knows what to say.]

Appearances are sometimes deceitful.

YEAH!! X(

[folia]

Always in the eye of the beholder, don't you agree?

( to Konan, it is simply paper, folded neatly, with precision, shaped in the form of a simple kusudama flower. to her, it is a potpourri of meanings both significant and overwhelming. )

But the truth surfaces in the end, if you look closely enough.

[anbu]

Not many do.

[Look closely, that is.]

[folia]

They are blinded by their own illusions, though others simply needed the hear the truth from the one who started it all.

( she replies, her smile wan. )

[anbu]

[You're speaking his language.]

... You are right, though it is never as easy.

[folia]

No, it is not. I was once blinded myself. I believed well-crafted lies - ( she frowns, and if she were any other woman, perhaps she might have cried, but her face is only solemn, and wistful ) - and my eyes opened a little too late.

[anbu]

Some eyes never open. They remain blinded. [It's his way of saying better late than never -- she shouldn't get herself down about it.]