CROW (ITACHI X READER)

Chapter 3:

Itachi

"Boss?"

My vision cleared and I focused on Max and Damon who were looking at me in concern. It has been weeks and it felt like I was in limbo.

Time moved so fast yet painstakingly slow, I had to watch as my sons smile slowly wither and die. Now we looked identical with matching frowns and dead eyes.

He believes his mother ran away and I blame myself for saying that. It makes me feel so much worse, in the moment when I tried to explain to him why she wasn't home, I was angry.

So angry that I spit out the first excuse I could think of and now I was paying the consequences.

"What?"

"Obito is here." Damon said and I sighed.

"Let him up."

They nodded and left my office, my downtown office because I refused to enter my home one. It has been closed up since that day and it'll never been open again.

Y/N's father has been silent, either gloating or hiding, I can't find out but his day will come soon.

"You look great."

I stayed silent and he chuckled, getting comfortable in the chair. "What's the verdict?"

"What are you talking about?"

"After years of planning and holding onto the rage since you were 13, I want to know what's the verdict. How do you feel?"

"Am I suppose to feel different?"

He hummed. "You're suppose to, that's the whole point. Since now she's gone."

My body tensed and my fists clenched, he noticed the reaction and laughed loudly. "I told you not to go through with it."

I looked away and out the window, it was another gloomy day; like the weather knew to match my mood. How fucking depressing. "Did you?"

"I told you to think about it fully. It's one thing to talk and plan and another when the one person you didn't expect is in your life again."

"I did think about it fully."

"No, Itachi. You didn't. You sped up your timeline and fucked everything up. I get blaming her at that age but you're a man now. Fucking act like it."

I scoffed and brought my attention back to him. "Fuck you, Obito. She is to blame."

His head tilted. "Don't you mean 'was'?"

Was. A hysterical laugh burst out of my mouth and I leaned back in my chair, facing the ceiling. Past tense, right.

"She is to blame." I whispered but doubted that he heard me.

"She was a child like you. When your dad started meeting with her mom you were what? 7? Her father asked her a question, one she didn't see was wrong. What type of child is suppose to know their parent is prying?"