[ There's a big leap to be made between "murdered his parents" and "wiped out his entire clan." For all his intelligence, Stiles doesn't actually fill in the blanks. ]
[It takes him a moment to link together what Stiles says with their conversation in and outside the mirrors. How much he knows, the content of that specific knowledge, based on memories that Itachi was not fully present to relive.
He doesn't want to skirt around this longer than necessary. It's not a secret to conceal, at least not from Stiles, close to Sasuke as he is. The ongoing ordeal with Jonas is proof enough by now. Better to face it.]
It was me. Although yes, at the time I was a member of the ANBU.
[ Stiles remembers what Sasuke said. "That man wasn't a friend of mine, nor was he a trusted ally. He was a family member who knew I'd done something unforgivable and exploited it for his own gain." ]
And yeah, he does. I already told you that. After I met you in the dream, he APOLOGIZED to me for telling me about your parents. Because it was YOUR story to tell. Like they weren't his own goddamn family too.
[ Time to take a step back. Deep breaths, Stiles. ]
Why. Why did you wipe out your clan? I've been keeping track of the math. You would have barely been more than a preteen. So WHY?
[What Stiles tells him about Sasuke's apology is painful, but so are many things related to his younger brother and this particular story—not even a story, but the foundation of what was his life. Is it something that can be shared, and explained, after countless years pretending a lie?]
What I can say is that the decision was my own. Sasuke suffered for that choice. I have never asked him to forgive me.
[Yet his brother still did, a looming weight on him these days.]
Don’t tell me it’s complicated. Tell me why you did what you did. Maybe you don’t want to explain. Honestly though? And he’d probably be pissed beyond belief if he found out I said this to you, but tough shit –
You owe it to Sasuke to be honest with his friends about this. He loves you. We’re all important to him. He WANTS us to get along. But in order to do that, I need to hear from you WHY. So, last time I’m going to ask. Why did you wipe out your entire clan?
[Naturally. And Itachi wants it over with, even as he climbs to his feet doubting his ability to see it through. He only knows that to reject this conversation would mean another strained situation for Sasuke. Will it always feel this way? As though the two of them are pulling on each other, constantly, from opposite ends of the world, desperate to meet in the middle but unable to.]
I will head there now.
[It's the last message he sends before he's heading out to the agreed location.]
Edited (late night tagging typos) 2020-06-27 06:53 (UTC)
[ Stiles, who had been casually stalking another token-receiver while texting Itachi, pivots abruptly on a heel to walk back toward the docks. The journey takes him a little under five minutes at the brisk pace he sets for himself. Once there, he selects one of the docks unoccupied by boats or Underground denizens, sits down at the end of the pier, and waits. He does everything in his power to keep from obsessing over what he’s already been told, instead focusing his attention on the various knots and whorls in the dock’s wood.
When Itachi joins him, Stiles doesn’t look up. The shinobi is acknowledged with a brief bob of his head. ]
[It's no difficulty finding Stiles. When he does appear, his demeanor is as placid and neutral as ever—or perhaps even more than usual, expression a tightly closed fist in an effort to tame this conversation. This interaction.]
You're aware of some of it. [Itachi remains standing, black eyes out over the rippling river-water, examining a distant point on some far cave wall just barely visible.] You saw a memory of conflict between the clan and Konoha, our village. I haven't asked you for the details of what else it was you witnessed in my mirror.
So I'll ask you now, to understand the context of what I will need to explain. What did you see then?
[ The shadow of something large lurks just beneath the surface of the dark river. Stiles, seated crossed-legged, warily inches further back onto the deck. Is it ridiculous to be more afraid of a fish than the man standing beside him? Undoubtedly. But while he’s taken Sasuke’s words on Itachi with a grain of salt, his trust and faith in the younger Uchiha brother has already sealed his relationship with the elder. Regardless of what he learns now, Stiles doesn’t plan on shutting Itachi out. ]
Your dad was addressing the clan, telling them about your promotion. I can’t remember the name. Someone suggested you join the Military Police, but your dad told them you’d be joining ANBU instead. [ He pauses, distracted as the shadow sinks out of sight. ] The clan was pissed, so your dad explained his reasoning – ANBU was keeping watch on the clan and this way you could keep watch on the village. You argued that the clan and village are all comrades.
[ Brown eyes cut over and up to Itachi, scrutinizing him. ]
[He listens, silent and unmoving, and places that description into the context of his past. Already he knew this conversation would require him to access those memories buried deeply within himself, but it isn't a simple task. There's a length of quiet interrupted only by the lapping water on the dock before Itachi speaks again.]
What you saw was one of many clan meetings that occurred throughout my youth. The Uchiha were a large and powerful clan, and they had aided Konoha greatly in the recent Third Shinobi World War. When they felt they weren't acknowledged by the village for their efforts, they became resentful and bitter toward its leaders.
[Itachi's eyes drop to the water, staring into it. He can imagine his father's face, still, with such startling clarity.]
This was concerning for Konoha. While the Military Police Force was established partially to placate the Uchiha, they also decided to monitor the clan. Tensions began to grow. Eventually the Uchiha were pushed to a corner of the village and resources were cut from the Police Force—explained as inevitable because the world was entering a period of peace, and they were no longer needed. [A pause, then he glances down to the top of Stiles' head.] You should understand, many in the clan believed my father would become Hokage—the village's leader—after the war ended.
[ The moment dark, flinty eyes are cast in his direction, Stiles looks away. He’d prefer to observe the Witch closely during such a critical conversation, to suss out through body language and expression what he is unable to through words. But Itachi has already confessed to slaughtered his entire clan, a staggering amount of people that surely beats out the number of known victims from the most prolific serial killers in the United States. The men, women, and children. His own parents. Kate Argent would be foaming at the mouth to get Itachi’s digits. “Hello? So, I’ve heard you’re into murdering entire families. Let’s get dinner.” The gallows humor doesn’t help. ]
Not personally. We’re pretty sheltered in the US. Not saying things are perfect, but it’s easy to turn a blind eye to the broader conflicts in the world with how most of us live.
[There is not much to see in Itachi's outward demeanor, even if he came under watchful scrutiny. The mask of cold, blank severity is one he's practiced most of his life; it won't bend in this confession. The extent of what he's admitting to Stiles may be more than he's said to anyone, even his own brother—but that offers only further reason for his own controlled manner of speech.]
I see. In our world, war is a closer threat. Shinobi of hidden villages are inclined to violence between one another, and that power struggle has defined our culture for countless generations. [His voice is mild, lowered to muteness.] I witnessed war myself when I was a young child. Death, bodies, senseless slaughter... It was a memory Jonas unfortunately glimpsed as well. I would have prevented his trespassing if I could, but it was too late.
[At least he'd pulled Jonas out of it. And the massacre, too—he understands trying to have any kind of relationship with Jonas is impossible. Incongruous, given their backgrounds and his own atrocities. He's accepted that.]
My clan was plotting to usurp Konoha's leadership through a coup. I was aware of it, because they trusted me and wished that I would aid them in their plan, but I was also serving as a spy for Konoha itself. If they succeeded, there was little doubt Konoha would fall to yet another war. The village would be too unstable due to that political vacuum. [...] So I was given a choice, and I made a decision.
[ War in the shinobi world is a topic Sasuke has also touched on, forcing Stiles to reluctantly accept what he’s being told now. That said, he does so with an air of increasingly agitated impatience, unwilling to afford Itachi any sliver of pity or sympathy until he better understands the kind of man, or monster, his friend calls brother. But even after the man continues, Stiles struggles to reach any real opinion. Incredulity is at the forefront of his mind, more than anything. ]
Your family [ a word he emphasizes, as opposed to the more distant usage of “clan,” as he summarizes what Itachi’s explained ] placed you in ANBU to spy on the village. At the same time, the village used your connections to spy on your family. Ultimately, you had a choice. Help your family – who sound like they were used and abused by the village, then kicked to the curb – through a coup. But instead you wiped them all out?
[ He can’t remain seated. Righteous anger prickles hot under his skin, bidding him to stand. It’s an effort to keep his voice level, to prevent this conversation from breaking out into another argument. ]
I don’t get it. How the fuck does murdering innocent children, innocent people, make any sense here? Unless you’re telling me that every person in your clan, every single goddamn one from the toddlers to the elderly, was in support of the coup, I can’t – I just can’t. You wanted to prevent a war, but you were the war. How many? Tell me how many.
[Unmoved from steely composure in the face of Stiles' words, he keeps eyes out over their surroundings, though his thoughts remain wholly fixed into the conversation. What is said to him is nothing new—he has confronted almost a decade of similar sentiments. Disgust, fury, vitriol enough to label him monster; it's as much as he had anticipated when committing himself to the act.
Worse were the instances he would instead be acknowledged with admiration or envy for his achievements, lauded for that depth of power. It was an act he'd played along with. It would be simpler to slip into that now, rather than admit any useless regret—but he's no longer wreathed in the lie.]
The alternative was the death and suffering of countless more innocent people. Offering you a number means very little. [Against Stiles' anger, his voice is glazed cold.] I was given the choice because I was the only one capable of it. Otherwise, Konoha would have attempted to stop the coup themselves, requiring the involvement of other shinobi and longer term violence. The village would be left vulnerable to outside nations, who would certainly take advantage of it.
I'm not seeking forgiveness or even understanding from you. Your anger is blameless. When I was exiled, I took the truth I am telling you now with me. Not even Sasuke was aware until after my death, and that was against my wishes.
Edited (i forgot to answer the question ALSO YOU SAID EDITS WERE OK) 2020-07-03 16:59 (UTC)
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The clan was eradicated. You already know about our parents.
[Just rip off the bandaid, ig.]
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Was it that ANBU group?
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He doesn't want to skirt around this longer than necessary. It's not a secret to conceal, at least not from Stiles, close to Sasuke as he is. The ongoing ordeal with Jonas is proof enough by now. Better to face it.]
It was me. Although yes, at the time I was a member of the ANBU.
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You “eradicated” your clan.
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Yes.
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Sasuke knows all this?
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He would not tell you this himself. I'm certain he believes this is mine to share. Jonas knows, too, although that was not intentional.
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[ Stiles remembers what Sasuke said. "That man wasn't a friend of mine, nor was he a trusted ally. He was a family member who knew I'd done something unforgivable and exploited it for his own gain." ]
And yeah, he does. I already told you that. After I met you in the dream, he APOLOGIZED to me for telling me about your parents. Because it was YOUR story to tell. Like they weren't his own goddamn family too.
[ Time to take a step back. Deep breaths, Stiles. ]
Why. Why did you wipe out your clan? I've been keeping track of the math. You would have barely been more than a preteen. So WHY?
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[What Stiles tells him about Sasuke's apology is painful, but so are many things related to his younger brother and this particular story—not even a story, but the foundation of what was his life. Is it something that can be shared, and explained, after countless years pretending a lie?]
What I can say is that the decision was my own. Sasuke suffered for that choice. I have never asked him to forgive me.
[Yet his brother still did, a looming weight on him these days.]
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Don’t tell me it’s complicated. Tell me why you did what you did. Maybe you don’t want to explain. Honestly though? And he’d probably be pissed beyond belief if he found out I said this to you, but tough shit –
You owe it to Sasuke to be honest with his friends about this. He loves you. We’re all important to him. He WANTS us to get along. But in order to do that, I need to hear from you WHY. So, last time I’m going to ask. Why did you wipe out your entire clan?
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[For once.]
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[ Naturally, he wants this conversation ASAP. ]
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I will head there now.
[It's the last message he sends before he's heading out to the agreed location.]
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When Itachi joins him, Stiles doesn’t look up. The shinobi is acknowledged with a brief bob of his head. ]
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You're aware of some of it. [Itachi remains standing, black eyes out over the rippling river-water, examining a distant point on some far cave wall just barely visible.] You saw a memory of conflict between the clan and Konoha, our village. I haven't asked you for the details of what else it was you witnessed in my mirror.
So I'll ask you now, to understand the context of what I will need to explain. What did you see then?
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Your dad was addressing the clan, telling them about your promotion. I can’t remember the name. Someone suggested you join the Military Police, but your dad told them you’d be joining ANBU instead. [ He pauses, distracted as the shadow sinks out of sight. ] The clan was pissed, so your dad explained his reasoning – ANBU was keeping watch on the clan and this way you could keep watch on the village. You argued that the clan and village are all comrades.
[ Brown eyes cut over and up to Itachi, scrutinizing him. ]
…They shut you up fast. Then the memory ended.
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What you saw was one of many clan meetings that occurred throughout my youth. The Uchiha were a large and powerful clan, and they had aided Konoha greatly in the recent Third Shinobi World War. When they felt they weren't acknowledged by the village for their efforts, they became resentful and bitter toward its leaders.
[Itachi's eyes drop to the water, staring into it. He can imagine his father's face, still, with such startling clarity.]
This was concerning for Konoha. While the Military Police Force was established partially to placate the Uchiha, they also decided to monitor the clan. Tensions began to grow. Eventually the Uchiha were pushed to a corner of the village and resources were cut from the Police Force—explained as inevitable because the world was entering a period of peace, and they were no longer needed. [A pause, then he glances down to the top of Stiles' head.] You should understand, many in the clan believed my father would become Hokage—the village's leader—after the war ended.
Have you ever experienced war?
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Not personally. We’re pretty sheltered in the US. Not saying things are perfect, but it’s easy to turn a blind eye to the broader conflicts in the world with how most of us live.
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I see. In our world, war is a closer threat. Shinobi of hidden villages are inclined to violence between one another, and that power struggle has defined our culture for countless generations. [His voice is mild, lowered to muteness.] I witnessed war myself when I was a young child. Death, bodies, senseless slaughter... It was a memory Jonas unfortunately glimpsed as well. I would have prevented his trespassing if I could, but it was too late.
[At least he'd pulled Jonas out of it. And the massacre, too—he understands trying to have any kind of relationship with Jonas is impossible. Incongruous, given their backgrounds and his own atrocities. He's accepted that.]
My clan was plotting to usurp Konoha's leadership through a coup. I was aware of it, because they trusted me and wished that I would aid them in their plan, but I was also serving as a spy for Konoha itself. If they succeeded, there was little doubt Konoha would fall to yet another war. The village would be too unstable due to that political vacuum. [...] So I was given a choice, and I made a decision.
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Your family [ a word he emphasizes, as opposed to the more distant usage of “clan,” as he summarizes what Itachi’s explained ] placed you in ANBU to spy on the village. At the same time, the village used your connections to spy on your family. Ultimately, you had a choice. Help your family – who sound like they were used and abused by the village, then kicked to the curb – through a coup. But instead you wiped them all out?
[ He can’t remain seated. Righteous anger prickles hot under his skin, bidding him to stand. It’s an effort to keep his voice level, to prevent this conversation from breaking out into another argument. ]
I don’t get it. How the fuck does murdering innocent children, innocent people, make any sense here? Unless you’re telling me that every person in your clan, every single goddamn one from the toddlers to the elderly, was in support of the coup, I can’t – I just can’t. You wanted to prevent a war, but you were the war. How many? Tell me how many.
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Worse were the instances he would instead be acknowledged with admiration or envy for his achievements, lauded for that depth of power. It was an act he'd played along with. It would be simpler to slip into that now, rather than admit any useless regret—but he's no longer wreathed in the lie.]
The alternative was the death and suffering of countless more innocent people. Offering you a number means very little. [Against Stiles' anger, his voice is glazed cold.] I was given the choice because I was the only one capable of it. Otherwise, Konoha would have attempted to stop the coup themselves, requiring the involvement of other shinobi and longer term violence. The village would be left vulnerable to outside nations, who would certainly take advantage of it.
I'm not seeking forgiveness or even understanding from you. Your anger is blameless. When I was exiled, I took the truth I am telling you now with me. Not even Sasuke was aware until after my death, and that was against my wishes.
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tags this mid-composing tag bomb because i'm too excited to wait
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