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Time was out of question. His perception of how many minutes had passed since he had woke up in a cold sweat wasn't so good. It could have been nearly five minutes to two hours. "I'm sorry..I'm so sorry mom..dad..". He felt the need to apologize, over and over; he had to confess it outloud, the things he had done wrong.
Somehow he had messed up, badly. There was blood, oceans of it. He wasn't sure what he had done to make the ghosts of all of those who he loved come to his dreams at night, and liked to turn them into nightmares. "I'm so sorry little brother..so sorry". Trying to choke down his tears wasn't working as well as before. He let himself be overcomed by that heavy guilt. Poodles of depression came down like a hurricane, drowning his breath and his sense of self care.
"Note to self, don't leave sweets on plain sight," (Y/n) yawned, closing the fridge on her face and enjoying the cool air the machine produced . Two days ago; Itachi's family had comed to join the both of them for their elder sons birthday. It will be, also, their fifth year together as a married couple. Because it had been Itachi's birthday it meant that a lot of dango, as well as other kinds of sweets, were involved. (Y/n) had to leave right after Itachi's birthday for a mission, had no time to pick up after the party, thus explaining the unhealthy sweets in plain sight. Upon arriving home, her first thought had been of Itachi and how he was handling himself. He tended to turn careless on his own, which explained the disappearance of the sweets from the fridge.
He would be so happy to see her once she walked in through the door, cuddled him from behind, and snuggled herself into his chest when he turned. (Y/n)'s bright smile turned upside down, following the direction of the rain outside. "Itachi, look at me; look at me Itachi, I'm here," (Y/n) called. Nothing else mattered anymore, just Itachi. Her hands reached to cup his face, but his gaze was somewhere else. His arms dangled by his sides, scratches covered his arms. When exactly had he begun scratching the guilt away from under his skin, he wasn't so sure either. "Itachi!" The name rang in his ears, but he couldn't remember anyone named that way; not that he knew, not at that particular moment. He was unable to compute what was happening. Everything moved too fast and mute. "Itachi, it's me, (Y/n). I'm back.. I'm right here". (Y/n); what a peculiar word. It sparked a feeling of joy in him, and a smile quickly made its way to his handsome face.
"(Y/n), you're back," He echoed; reassuring himself she was there, holding him.
She left go of a deep breath, patting his cheek twice on each side, completely making sure he was awake. "That nightmare again?" (Y/n) asked him. His lack of an answer spoke louder than any words he could have spoken. "Itachi, dear, don't cry, it's okay," (Y/n) reassured. Itachi's hands went up, covering hers protectively. He hadn't the slightest idea when he had started crying, but he hate it to be now out of all times, in front of her. "We don't have to talk about it," She told him, opening a box that was tucked under the bed. The box contained various bandages, ointments and other healing resources ninja medics required. He wouldn't wear bandages, but he did have some nasty scratches. "How about some tea?" (Y/n) asked, standing from bed and pointing to the door, towards the kitchen.
"No," Itachi called, his tone desperate. "No," He repeated, standing and catching her by the arm, pulling her into a tight hug, "Stay..".
"I'll stay- don't worry," She ran her palms across his back, soothing his fast beating heart.
"I didn't do anything wrong.." He uttered, resting his head on her chest and trying to focus on the rhythm of her heart, which was filled with concern for him.
"You can rest easy Itachi," (Y/n) reassured him, now tangling her fingers through his hair, running them as a comb to the tips.
"Then..why?" He questioned, referring to his endless void of nightmares. "Itachi must be guilty of something.. anything". (Y/n) frowned- he was doing it again. Sometimes, more so recently, he had been referring to himself as another person, like he wasn't himself, and (Y/n) didn't like it. Itachi was the sweetest man she had ever met, smart, and caring alike. He would never hurt a fly, not unless it brought any harm to those who he cared for.
"The only thing my Itach is guilty of is been too handsome for his own good," (Y/n) cooed, burying her face in his hair.
Itachi raised a brow, kind of annoyed she wasn't taking this seriously; "(Y/n), that's not what I meant-"
"But his eyes are like a starry night, calm and dark, which is actually quite contradictory to his bright smile," She placed a kiss on his temple, then trailed down to his jaw, making his tense. "There is nothing I want more than to be there for him. Maybe pamper him a little".
"(Y/n).." Itachi called, looking away from her with a light blush; those beautiful lashes of his falling over his eyes as he let himself be the victim of some love. As much as he didn't want to admit it, her playful kisses which ran down his neck and up calmed him, and made his sense of harm go away.
"There are nightmares in life Itachi-" (Y/n) muttered in his ear, hugging him close to her still, "-but the sun always rises, even in dreams".
Itachi placed a kiss on her lips, bashfully whispering "I-I don't know what I'll do without you," to her, letting himself be dragged down under the covers, where he cuddled close to (Y/n), assuring himself that she was real, that she was there with him.
"We'll get through this together," (Y/n) whispered, falling asleep herself; "Together..."
