Shisui POV

I hate Orochimaru. Fury wells up in me as I watch him stalk Itachi. My anger reaches boiling point when Orochimaru claims to want Itachis eyes. He lunges and I move to intercept, calling up enough yang chakra to become solid, but not visible. My Mangekyō swirls in my eyes as I attack mercilessly. I see a Tānto being tossed to me, and I grab it, Itachi moves up beside me. "Let's go." My words seem to echo from everywhere, and me and Itachi lunge, me with my sword in hand, Itachi weaving complex genjutsu on the snake.

I block a few blows from Orochimaru, and bring my Tānto down, reveling in the way the blade sings, blood flys, and Orochimaru cry's out as his hand is cut off. I leap back, glad that I'm not floating, that I'm grounded, feet feeling the dirt path, the wind brushing my hair.

"'Tachi!" I call, "I think I can use Kotomatsukami." I hear his near inaudible gasp. I smile a small smile, I love how I can get him to show his emotions.

"No, don't. I don't think he will bother us again." He says. I sigh. Backing away, leaping to Itachis side. I ghost my lips across his cheek, loving how he shuddered. "Hi." I say.

We watch as Orochimaru hisses and flees to the North. Itachi relaxes. "Hi," he breathes. "I thought you were gone, it's been a year."

I look at him curiously, "How can you see me? I'm not manifesting enough chakra to be visible." Then I see the Sharingan. "Oh never mind."

Itachi turns to me. "Why did you not show yourself? I missed you."

I smile apologetically. "I'm sorry. I'm trying something, and I need all of my yang chakra to try it.".

Itachi nods. "Oh. Okay." We walk back to the hideout, talking about the most random things.