Your Lies | Itachi Uchiha x Reader

Chapter 31

POV - Hangetsu

I miss her. I miss her. I'm dying. Come back. I need you. Don't die. Please be okay. I'll find you.

Those were the only words that repeated in my head whenever I thought about Lady Y/n. It had been two weeks since I'd last seen her, and every second without her felt like a slow, suffocating death. Her touch haunted me—soft, warm, grounding. To know she was still alive... that was my only wish.

Is she thinking of me too?

I sat at my desk, scribbling into my journal like it could save me. I wrote the same line over and over: I miss her. But no matter how much I filled the pages, it didn't bring her back.

The worst part? I wasn't even allowed to look for her. The Mizukage had forbidden me.

"It'll harm your mental health," she had said. "Some Anbu and I will handle it."

I slammed my fist against the table. It rattled under the force.

She's out there. Alone. Under Akatsuki control.

What if they already killed her? What if she's dead?

Dark thoughts clawed at me until I couldn't breathe. I held myself tightly, chest aching. My vision blurred. I coughed, gagged on air, trembling as a panic attack gripped me.

Come on, I told myself. Get through this.

Eventually, I did. But I still felt hollow.

POV - Mei

Mother and I rarely spoke. But ever since Y/n disappeared, she had become practically mute. I saw her crying at night, silently sobbing into her pillow. She never let me see her tears directly. She didn't know I knew.

And yet, I couldn't let myself pity her—not completely. Because deep down, I blamed her. And I blamed myself.

My sister—no, our sister—was gone.

Han and I swore to find her, but it had been weeks. He was starting to lose hope, the fire in his eyes dimming. And I... I felt like I was slowly rotting from the inside out.

"That bastard, Itachi," I muttered under my breath, clasping my hands together in frustration. If you hurt her... I swear I'll kill you myself.

I was almost certain Itachi and Kisame were behind her capture. I had tracked their movements. I knew where they were headed—toward a collection outpost. That's where I'd strike.

I was at the dining table, surrounded by maps and letters, drafting retrieval strategies like a woman possessed. That's when Mother walked in.

"Your sister is dead," she said coldly. "Just like your father. It happened again. I told you—kekkei genkai are curses."

Her voice trembled at the end, but her face was stone.

I saw red.

"You know what, Mother? There's a limit to how much you can hurt someone," I snapped. "Y/n just wanted your love. A normal life. Not to be treated like a curse."

She stared blankly, and I lost it.

"I've made mistakes. I know that. I should've let her leave the village. But you—have you ever taken responsibility for anything? Ever admitted that you failed her too?"

I stood up, voice cracking.

"We failed her as a family."

Mother smiled, cold and broken. "Family? That ended a long time ago."