It was a cool and silent night. He couldn't sleep. Again not. As so often. So he stole out of the room. His lungs hungered for cool evening air. His mind needed the sight of the abandoned nature. His heart longed for those nocturnal companions whose light fell like a silver veil upon the earth.

Itachi liked to look at the moon. Not only because he pulled his chakra out of it, because his jutsu revolved around the nocturnal star in the sky, but because he knew that he could see it too.

The Uchiha breathed deeply and calmly while he made his way towards the forest - his friend always above himself. He was happy, but he wasn't smiling or laughing at the same time. The knowledge that his moon was also Sasuke's moon gave him wings from within. It was those little moments that made Itachi blind to the fact that he had exterminated his family - the people he sat under the Christmas tree with year after year, sang songs, unwrapped gifts, and reminisced.

He looked up and could just follow the path of a shooting star that was struggling towards the moon. Had his brother wished for the same thing he did ...?