[open] Yeah, he technically died.

[itachi_san]

News travels fast around a shinobi community, but rumors travel faster. Especially when they turn out to be true.

The sick Uchiha... died.

Luckily, little Saskue was able to get help and Sakumo was able to resuscitate him. But for a couple of minutes, Itachi was gone. And as dire his health had been, that spoke volumes. And it practically guaranteed that others would have volumes to say to him about it as well.

[He's not going to be out of bed for a while, so come on in and pay him a visit.]

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[copynin]

After Kushina-nee-san had been so nice as to inform Kakashi about the drama going on over at Mikoto-san's house, he decided to visit the newly resurrected man. Granted, every time they spoke to one another, it seemed doomed to end with confusion on at least one of their parts, Kakashi still found himself enjoying conversing with the oldest Uchiha brother.

He found the door to Itachi-san's room opened a bit, but he still knocked before he walked in. "Yo," he said with a lazy wave.

[one_without_wings]

"Niisan!" of course, there would be the visit from one littlest brother. Currently, Sasuke had a piece of pale blue paper stuck to his forehead. He quite amazingly maneuvered through wires and tubes -too easily maybe- to go and give his brother a hug.

"I made orange juice!" he declared, amazingly proud. "I guess you can't drink it yet, but whenever you can, it'll be there!"

[bodyflicker]

Shisui might be new in town, but he was the sort of guy who paid attention to things, especially when it came to family. So the moment he heard what had happened to Itachi, he needed to pay a visit.

Once he was allowed, he slipped into the room, pausing by the door to wait for Itachi's acknowledgement. "Cousin?"

[minatosthebest]

Kushina poked her bright head into Itachi's sick room, just watching him as he rested with his eyes closed. There was almost no trace of the inquisitive and alive child she'd known. She could tell that this young man had had a hard life without even really knowing anything else about him. The sight broke her heart.

"Oh, Itachi-kun, what happened to you?" she said sadly as she slipped into the room.

[notaflower]

He'd been willing to give the man a little time, all the way into late morning, before he finally came down to see him in person. "So I heard you'd been getting some visitors."

[prideforfamily]

Hearing this whole drama was heart-breaking. Not only had his son been so sick, but he had been refusing proper treatment for such a long time. Had Itachi hated his life so much?

As quietly as he could he walked in, seating himself on his knees beside the bed before he spoke, allowing his son to know that he was there, "Itachi."

[one_without_wings]

It had been a few days after his last visit, and Sasuke poked his head in, that piece of paper still on his forehead. In fact, there were two now for some reason.

"Niisan~" he called out, quietly enough not to wake his brother if he was sleeping, but get his attention if he was awake.

[twinlionfists]

She'd heard, as a member of the house, what had happened to Uchiha Itachi-san and what it had done to the youngest Sasuke-kun. However, it wasn't until she had talked to Naruto-kun after all the body switching happened that she felt that she could actually pay the man a visit.

Carefully, Hinata knocked on the door to his room, praying that she didn't wake him up, since he would need his rest. "Hello? Uchiha-san?"

[one_without_wings]

It was another bright day, a while after his last visit, after he'd played tag with older-Naruto on that day. As per usual, he peeked into the room, voice low enough to be heard, but not enough to wake his brother if he was asleep. "Niisan~ You awake?" came the small happy chirping voice.

[one_without_wings]

And suddenly, without much more warning than a pair of hurried, running feet, a dark-haired blur came into the room, wide, slightly shimmering dark eyes wider than usual, expression scrunched up in a mixture of things, searching for the shape he knew to be upon the bed.

Once he spotted it, he rushed to climb upon the bed -still careful about any wirings and tubes- to then bury himself onto his brother and not let go, hugging him stronger than ever.