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The Uchiha compound is silent tonight, save for the rustle of autumn leaves skittering across stone. Lantern light spills from the main hall, casting long shadows across your wedding kimono. Itachi stands rigid beside you, his dark eyes fixed on nothing, the faint scent of incense clinging to his robes. He hasn't spoken a word since the ceremony ended. Finally, he turns, his gaze cold and flat. "you," he says, his voice barely a whisper, "this changes nothing between us."