Itachi sat on a cliff, staring out at Konoha far below. He was wondering if he should go down there, if it would be worth it. Now that the truth was out about his unending loyalty to the village, he wouldn’t be killed on sight. But still, it felt somehow wrong for him to be back in the place where he’d perpetrated horrible acts. He may not have betrayed Konoha, but his soul was still unclean. Even without the village’s banishment of him, a self imposed exile felt appropriate.
Silence never really bothered him much because he’d grown used to it. After all, silence tended to come with the job of being a ninja, so it was only natural that it was a constant presence in his life. Still, he couldn't help but think that too much of it though could be a bit unnerving, unnatural even. This was because there was no life without sound, without any sort of action, and it reminded him far too much of death than he’d like to admit.
Sighing, he gazed off into the distance wondering what he could do to occupy his mind. It was far better for him to keep busy since if he thought too much his mind tended to wander to less than pleasant thoughts and memories. But then again, weren't all his thoughts and memories far from pleasant? Probably more than he liked to admit anyway.
Well, perhaps he’d find something to distract himself eventually….
Sighing, he gazed off into the distance wondering what he could do to occupy his mind. It was far better for him to keep busy since if he thought too much his mind tended to wander to less than pleasant thoughts and memories. But then again, weren't all his thoughts and memories far from pleasant? Probably more than he liked to admit anyway.
Well, perhaps he’d find something to distract himself eventually….