Sweet Melodies (Itachi yandere x reader) modern

Part 14

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"You seem to be in a bad mood. Maybe a delicious breakfast will help to fix this", Itachi said putting the book on the table and standing up, you spotted the blanket on the couch he was sitting on, so he slept there.
"If you're gonna keep staring at me the whole time while I eat, then don't bother", you said coldly rolling your eyes remembering how he kept staring at you yesterday the whole time during dinner. The food wasn't your problem, he was the problem...
"Don't judge me. You're too beautiful not to look at you", he said then started walking to the door to leave the room.

You rested backwards against the headboard and closed your eyes for a brief moment...you're in his bed, literally. Even though nothing happened, even though he keeps showing that gentle and respective side of him all the time, you know at some point the worst will happen...

You opened your eyes and scanned the room. This is his bedroom, surely there is something here you can use to escape, but he surely won't just keep things exposed for you to find, you need to search well, and to do that...you need more access to his room...

He came back soon with a tray that he placed on the bed in front of you you. Yogurt, tea, fresh fruits and cereals, as well as other things, a light and healthy breakfast.
Itachi didn't want to talk more but just left you be for the moment, he doesn't want to push you even more further for now.

"Itachi", he froze in his tracks once he heard you calling his name, it isn't usual for you to call his name in that way...
"Yes [name]?", he replied kindly.
"I want to go out later", you said, more of a demand than a request.
"Of course, once you're ready, come down. I will prepare things to take with us", he said with a nod.

'Us'...you bite down your lower lip in hatred once you heard him say that word. You just can't think of you and him together...something impossible, something too cringy...
You didn't say anything more, he left the room and you took your breakfast and started eating.

You then headed back to your room. You locked the door and took off the dress you have been wearing all night long. You prepared the bathtub with orange blossoms-scented bath salts, then got in, letting your body get soaked in the warm water.

What happened yesterday kept repeating itself in your mind. You couldn't stop thinking about it.
"How dare he say that I'm accepting him? How dare he mention my fiancé's name and say he is...dead!!!", you muttered gritting your teeth, as then you closed your eyes tight, shedding some hot tears that slide down your cheeks.

After all, he was right...

You left the bathtub and put on a beautiful fresh floral dress, a pair of sandals and a big hat to shade you from the sun.
You walked downstairs and headed straight to the art room and took a notebook and pencil from it then left, looking for Itachi.

The door opened and once again, you felt the freedom, even if it is gonna last for juat a little bit.
You walked in the wide grassy field surrounding the house and headed to were the bloomed cherry blossom trees have been located.
Everything was green and blooming as it was spring, you can't hear anything except for the sound of the breeze blowing gently, birds chirping, leaves moving and grinding, the ocean waves and yours and Itachi's footsteps.

"I wanna stay alone, I will not try to escape", you said once you arrived to a big shady cherry blossom tree that seemed perfect for you to sit under it and clear up your mind a bit.
"Of course", Itachi said calmly with a nod, putting the blanket and the basket of food he prepared down then turned around and started walking away.
You spreaded that blanket, then sat down under the tree surrounded by various types of beautiful flowers, you took off your hat and grabbed your notebook and pen...

"Beneath the sun, do hearts endure?
The rhythm, their beating, unsure
To want, to follow, selfless strums are heard
In the silence, a dream comes undone
But despite the doubts and against all the odds
This someone plays the flute..."

You put the pen aside as you finished writing this part of the song, you are so sure it would go so well with traditional Japanese instruments.
You leaned your head back against the trunk of the tree, seeing the cherry blossoms dancing in the wind with butterflies, petals falling down as your eyes then slowly closed...

Suddenly you felt something familiar, something...very comfortable and joyful...
A smell of jasmine and genmaicha green tea, his favorite...
Once you opened your eyes again, you saw that same white, gold and dark brown male kimono, you know to whome this belongs.
Looking up, you saw dirty blond hair and beautiful brown reddish eyes looking at you lovingly but also...sadly.

Your heart was racing so fast, barely believing what are you're seeing. The love of your life is right in front of you once again.
Chikage didn't say anything, he only watched you with a beautiful smile on his face mixed with sadness, admiring your beauty.

Everything felt so right, and so familiar. You couldn't prevent the tears of longing for him from falling. You missed him so much, you missed his everything, his smile, his eyes, his scent, the proud way he speaks...everything about him.

You opened your mouth to talk but nothing came out, you were too stunned, too happy to think what to say...yet, your trembling lips finally could speak after a while...

"Chikage...how I miss you...why did you have to leave me so soon?! I thought we were gonna get married, be a family and grow old together...", you said in a cracking voice, gently placing your hand on his cheek. He never said anything back, he...just smiled sadly at you, as his image slowly started to fade away and disappeared with the falling cherry blossoms...

You couldn't handle the pain as you bursted out in tears, crying and sobbing, thinking of him more and more...

Itachi looked at the beautiful plants in his greenhouse that was located somewhere in his property.
One rose caught his attention, a dead red rose. He walked up to it, it was quite outstanding with its darkened brownish color in the middle of all the beautiful, radiant red roses he was preparing to give to his [name]. It reminded him so much of his dead rival.

He looked at the withered red rose. He held it in his hand then roughly snapped it and threw it on the ground.
"Dead things have no place between the living", he muttered in a voice full of hatred, crushing the rose underneath his shoe, as he then got his pair of pruners ready to get a pretty and healthy rose for his [name].