"Shisuiiii," He placed a hand on his shoulder, grinning down at him through tinted glasses. "We really should just kill everyone. I swear to you, this is the only way we can protect the village."
Kenkei looked over his shoulder to the clan compound, shaking his head with an exaggerated motion. "Listen, these guys, y'know how they are. They'd rather die than be humble. Trying to find compromise with the higher up's is impossible for people like them.
"It's better to get it over with now. We can protect the village, earn a lot of money, and collect a few spare sharingan in the process. I'm sure Hiruzen and Danzo will pay a pretty penny for them. I mean, 200 pairs of sharingan, that's gotta be worth a couple ten billion ryo."
Kenkei shrugged, casting a disdainful glance at a passing Uchiha. "I mean, who really cares whether these guys die anyway? How many Uchiha even have the three tomoe sharingan? We have so many freeloaders, I can barely tell the difference between ordinary civilians and supposed 'Uchiha.' We should just restart the whole bloodline with select members."
Shisui didn't speak, his three tomoe sharingan flaring a deep, insidious red. He held a hand behind his back, a hand sign already formed.
Kenkei grinned, backing away with his hands up in the air. "Alright Shisui, let's not get scary. It's just a suggestion. Besides, it won't come to that, I'm sure the higher ups will have mercy, right? After all, Hiruzen, Danzo, they're such great people. Its the Uchiha who are evil, right?"
Shisui shuddered, his hand still held behind his back. He looked up at Kenkei, his three tomoe sharingan dully reflected in his glasses.
"Stop spreading such malicious rumors, Kenkei. Lord Third and Lord Danzo aren't such evil people. Stop saying such ridiculous nonsense. Its Uchiha like you who have forced us into this position of extreme hostility."
Kenkei couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. 'Uchiha like you' was an interesting sentence. In another world, Shisui might've been a Candice Owens type of character. Or maybe that was too harsh, Itachi was more deserving of that comparison. No, that was being to nice to him. After all, the complete annihilation of an entire group of people by a member of said group was unbelievable in a modern context.
It'd be more apt to call Itachi the Jewish Hitler. If that was the case, then it wasn't overboard to call Shisui the Uchiha Candice Owens.
Kenkei placed a hand on his chest, mockingly pouting as he sniffled fake tears. "D-d-don't worry Shisui. I promise, Ill be a good boy just like you. I won't get mad when Hiruzen tells me to bend over. And when Danzo tells me to take out my sharingan, I'll do exactly that. Just like my idol Shisui Sarutobi."
Shisui's face turned red with anger, a labored breath forced out of his chest. His hand went to his sword. The next second, he slashed at Kenkei's neck, the brilliant silver flashing as its shadow curved across his neck.
"Alright, alright. Oh my god, you're so sensitive. What? Am I not as cute as Hiruzen or something? You're seriously trying to kill another Uchiha in broad daylight? Guess I should call you Shisui Shimura instead of Sarutobi."
Shisui stopped just before his blade could lob off his head, drawing blood at the first layer of skin. His hand trembled a bit, his sharingan rotating dangerously.
"Take back what you said, and I'll let you live." He let the sentence hang for a few seconds, pressing his blade deeper and deeper. "Hurry up."
"Okay, okay. Oh my god. I'm so so sorry for making fun of you. Can't you have mercy, Shisui? We're both Uchiha."
"No." Shisui gritted his teeth, his tomoe finally settling as he looked up, Kenkei's glasses slipping just far enough to look into his sharingan. "We're shinobi of Konohagakure. And you're a threat to it."
Kenkei went silent for a few seconds, the sarcasm washing away from his face. Finally, he sighed.
"Shisui, this is why no one likes you. You act like being an Uchiha is bad. You act like there's something wrong with us. Something we need to fix. I promise you, if you weren't an Uchiha, no one would care about 'Shisui.' Not Hiruzen, not Danzo. The only value you have and ever will have is your identity.
"You exist to show the rest of the village that there are 'good' Uchiha. That we can be just like them. That we can conform to be just like them. That is all you were ever meant to be. The perfect model Uchiha. And, y'know, it worked. Itachi is just like you. And I imagine many more will be too. One day, every person in the clan will be like you.
"The ideal Uchiha."
Kenkei jabbed his chest, but unlike last time, Shisui didn't move his blade. He stood there, motionless, a deeply unsettled look to his face.
"I...I think I really do need to kill you."
Even so, he didn't.
"Well, if you really feel that way, you should do it as quickly as possible. Even though it won't change anything. You're already out of the loop with the clan."
"If I die today. There'll be another me tomorrow. Because my thoughts are common and resonate with the hearts of the Uchiha. You don't feel it, because you're not an Uchiha, you just look like one.
"What I said earlier wasn't a lie, Shisui. The best course of action, if you want to save the clan, is to kill the majority of us, and start anew. Only a small, tamed population, ignorant to the mistreatment and segregation we have experienced, can be fully absolved into Konohagakure."
Kenkei lightly tapped the sword away from his neck, before patting Shisui on the shoulder and heading back to the clan compound.
"I hope you remember my words, Shisui. You must kill everyone."