[ On June 9th, Itachi will find a polished box made of dark red wood sitting near his kitchen area. A folded note is tucked beneath one corner. On the front of the note is a name: "Uchiha Itachi" written with familiar penmanship, bold but precise. Within, the note reads, "Please open as soon as possible." There is no signature.
The reason for the request becomes apparent upon opening the lid. The box contains the closest approximation of dango that Kisame has been able to find; it's still fresh and must have been placed in the box immediately before delivery. Alongside it is a collection of tea from shops scattered across Sumarlok and Primavera, each one neatly labeled. Beneath the tea lies several kunai forged from metals native to Noctium; these, too, are neatly labeled.
At the very bottom is another note. It reads simply, "Happy birthday, Itachi-san." ]
[He finds the box shortly after its delivery, clued in by Russell's insistent shrieking as she swoops over to investigate, and after he's able to wave her off, Itachi takes care in opening it. Even suspecting the culprit, he is not prepared for what lies inside—gifts deliberately chosen to his tastes, bright dango next to fragrant tea leaves and gleaming kunai. The sender is soon confirmed by that note.
Careful, deft fingertips lift it out, studying the neat and familiar handwriting. It causes him to realize how strange it is to be passing this date without the other man physically here, at his side. But perhaps that is what makes it easier for them to give these gifts to one another. Out of sight, better ignorant to the telling vulnerability inherent in them.
With a private smile, he sets the note aside and reaches for one skewer of dango. They won’t stay fresh forever, after all. And it is his birthday.
In mirror of a few months ago, he sends a message of his own back:]
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The reason for the request becomes apparent upon opening the lid. The box contains the closest approximation of dango that Kisame has been able to find; it's still fresh and must have been placed in the box immediately before delivery. Alongside it is a collection of tea from shops scattered across Sumarlok and Primavera, each one neatly labeled. Beneath the tea lies several kunai forged from metals native to Noctium; these, too, are neatly labeled.
At the very bottom is another note. It reads simply, "Happy birthday, Itachi-san." ]
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Careful, deft fingertips lift it out, studying the neat and familiar handwriting. It causes him to realize how strange it is to be passing this date without the other man physically here, at his side. But perhaps that is what makes it easier for them to give these gifts to one another. Out of sight, better ignorant to the telling vulnerability inherent in them.
With a private smile, he sets the note aside and reaches for one skewer of dango. They won’t stay fresh forever, after all. And it is his birthday.
In mirror of a few months ago, he sends a message of his own back:]
I appreciate it, Kisame.