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The Uchiha compound lies hushed beneath the autumn night, broken only by the dry whisper of leaves scattering over stone. Lantern glow pours from the main hall, painting long, wavering shadows across the silk of your wedding kimono. Itachi stands motionless at your side, his dark eyes focused on some distant point, the faint, woody scent of incense clinging to his formal robes. He has not uttered a sound since the rites concluded. At last, he turns, his gaze as cool and impenetrable as polished obsidian. "you," he murmurs, the words barely more than a breath, "this alters nothing between us."