Nya for KisaIta fluffdrabble. XD

This oneshot is dedicated to Momosportif, the ruler of all things drabble. Hope this fic makes you as happy as your kickass reviews make me.

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Damn those Uchiha. They come up with an ultimate weapon, tell me how to gain and use it, and then make it my biggest asset and downfall.

It's called the Mangekyou Sharingan, as I'm sure you know. It takes people to another universe mentally, allowing me to cause them pain however I wish. It is an inescapable genjutsu, a flawless technique. I am known far and wide for it, and how I used it to kill my entire clan. It is my signature move, and I wouldn't be myself without it.

However, great power comes with a great price. Using it affects my eyesight, diminishing it to the point where once-sharp and crisp lines are blurred into a dark, deep-colored mess. I was unaware of this side effect until I had joined Akatsuki, when it became nearly impossible for me to see in the dark, cavernous place we call a headquarters. As you may have guessed, my first few months with our organization are tainted with memories of hate, scorn, and confusion because of this. That was when my eyes were closing for good.

In another sense, though, they were opening. You showed me thing I had never thought about or known before: the gentle patter of rain on a building's rooftop, the lovely scent of flowers on a spring morning, and the simple pleasure of lying on the grass and watching the clouds roll by. Additionally, you showed me something totally new to me: affection. You listened when I talked, you understood (or did your best to) my body language, and you took care of me when I fell ill. You were (and still are) my everything, my best friend.

I'm going blind, I do not deny it. That is the truth, and there's no escaping the inevitable. Soon I will not be able to be an acceptable shinobi, due to the fact that most of my techniques involve my eyes, and soon I will be in a sea of blackness and darkness.

I don't fear it, though. I don't dread that fateful day when I wake up to night. I don't become anxious over it, simply because I have a plan. Without my sight, I will most likely rely on memories for images and connotations. In relation, the very last thing I lay eyes on wills stay the sharpest and clearest picture in my head.

So, Kisame-kun, I have made my decision. I want you to be the last thing I see.