CROW (ITACHI X READER)

Chapter 2:

Itachi

For a while, in my life things were normal. Before she came into my life, I lived by a schedule. I was fine, Zu was fine. Call me sentimental or whatever but I have been reflecting back on my life. If you asked me a few weeks ago, I would have scoffed and told you to focus on the present.

Why think about the past when your life is still going? When you have days to look forward to? I didn't have days to look forward to anymore. I went from high emotions to ... nothing, except being fucking sentimental.

Looking back now, I realized it wasn't until we were 13 that things went so wrong. Y/N and I were cliff jumping on that fateful day, we laughed, smiled and screamed our joy for the world to hear.

I still remember it as if it was yesterday, her blinding smile when she jumped off. Her boisterous laugh she let out when she broke the surface of the water.

I just remember her.

All my memories of my childhood consisted of her. But that day? That day I wondered what it would be like to kiss her. If she would blush as deeply as she does when embarrassed. Did she have her first kiss? Could I be her first?

It was the day that I realized the love I felt for her went deeper than that of friends. I even began to dream of her at night, like my subconscious wouldn't allow her to fully leave me.

I dreaded the days I didn't get to see her and I begged time to slow down when we were together. I never understood the saying "us against the world" until my feelings bloomed. Until she was all I could see, all I wanted to see. It was the beginning of an obsession I was never going to let go of.

When we arrived back at the house, my memories grew hazy. I could remember the screaming of the maid with tears covering her cheeks.

I remember a guard screaming into a phone, his hands covered in red. I remember Sasuke and I's nanny, looking at us with wide tearful eyes. I winced when a memory assaulted me.

"Itachi.. Y/N..." She spoke in a broken, scared voice.

I gripped y/n's hand and squeezed because I never felt fear like I did that day and she was the only thing that grounded me.

"Something happened.." She shook her head and looked at y/n. "Your father is coming."

"Why?" She asked quietly.

"What happened?" I asked but she just shook her head, muffled whimpered escaping her lips.

"I-" She ran off before she could finish and we watched her until the front door slammed.

"Stay here." I told y/n but she wouldn't let go of my hand. I lifted it and kissed her knuckles. "It'll be okay."

When she nodded, I led her to the couch and sat her down. I gave her a brave smile before leaving to look for my parents. I searched the whole downstairs but finding no one. Sasuke was with friends this weekend, not wanting to come here but where were mom and dad?

A scream made me run, it felt like I had no control of my body and was moving on instinct. I didn't know what would greet me but the sight drew the very breath out of my lungs.

My mom on the floor, a rapidly growing puddle of blood under her and my father a few feet next to her with an arm stretched in her direction.

"Mommy... Dad..." My voice cracked and a tear fell.

"Ita"

I gasped and ran to my dad, I leaned over to see his face and he smiled. "Son.."

"Dad.." I cried. "What happened? Who did this?"

He whispered something I couldn't hear and I moved my ear closer. I sucked in a breath at the name he said. The last thing my father ever said to me was the name of his murderer.

The name of y/n's father.

"Itachi?"

Damon's voice pulled me out of my head, my ears still ringing from the sound of the gun. I couldn't remember walking towards the large window and pouring me a glass of scotch.

I couldn't remember what happened after y/n's eyes closed. How long has it been? Minutes? An hour?

He cleared his throat but I refused to turn towards him. "What do you want me to do with her?" He said softly and my hand clenched around the glass.

"Don't worry about her. You may leave."

"But-"

"Now." I gritted and I watched in the reflection them both leaving. I sighed and my head slumped forward.

"Why'd you make me do it, angel?" I whispered.

A knock sounded a moment later and I gulped the rest of my drink, placing it in front of me with a soft thud.

"Come in." When the door closed again, I took a deep breath. "You know where to take her."

I listened to the sounds of them moving her, cleaning up the space and finally leaving. Only then did I turn, my office was back to normal but I still couldn't take a full breath.

My eyes were glued to my desk, to the last time I touched her. Held her. Felt her against me and it was filled with so much dark.

Her tears, her pleads, her brokenness stared back at me and threatened to pull at my heartstrings.

This is for the best. I scoffed internally, the best for who?

The thought triggered my rage and I blew up, I picked up one of the chairs in front of my desk and slammed it against it. All I could think was destroy it, get it out, it's tainted now.

It repeated over and over again like a broken record player until there was nothing but wood pieces scattered on the floor.

My chest heaved and my hands bloody from splinters and cuts. There. It's destroyed.

My breathing stuttered and I dropped to my knees, heaving choppy breaths through my open mouth. I gripped at my shirt over my heart while it beat out of control.

I wanted to claw at my skin and tear out the hurt that was growing by the millisecond. She hurt me so fucking bad.

"Fuck!" I screamed and punched the ground, the same area where she laid and whatever remaining pieces of me broke fully.