A Glass Of Crimson Souls

1) letters of the future, past and present

A Glass of Crimson Souls

Fanfiction based off of: Naruto

Original Story: Masashin Kishimoto

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Sasuke.

You seem unable to comprehend me. Me and Itachi. Itachi and me.

You don't know what it's like. To love a person to the point of insanity. To be attracted to someone you thought you hated. To fall for him completely, head over heels, to the point where he could do anything and you would forgive him. To always find the best in him, because that's what you fell in love with, what you still love, what you'll always try to find even when it no longer exists.

And even when he has that sword up to your neck and is looking at you with eyes of emotionless apathy, you still will love him. Because you fell in love with him, and it's not easy breaking out of that. And even though you love him to the brink of destruction, he doesn't love you back. Not enough. You'll never be most important.

And when he's dead, you'll want to die. You'll want to end everything yourself. You'll never forget, you'll never forgive, but you won't be able to do anything. A life without him is soulless. You'll be left with nothing, will always have nothing, until the end of time.

Your glass will always be empty.

Miho.

"Do it."

Sharingan eyes looked down at her, their brilliant crimson color flashing as she gazed up at them, unfazed by the kunai in front of her neck.

"If you're a man, Sasuke, do it."

His hand was trembling violently as his blood-red eyes continued to stare at her in fury.

"Why," he whispered. "Why, just stay out of my way…you want this too, you want me to kill them."

"Him," she said wearily. "Just Danzo. And leave the rest alone."

"No—all of them, for Itachi, I'll kill them all—"

"Then kill me as well. I don't mind," she said, her pale gray eyes fluttering shut. "I don't mind dying by the same hand that killed Itachi."

Sasuke grabbed her by the collar and slammed her against wall.

"That was a mistake," he said with burning coldness. "You know, you know how much it…"

"Hurt you," she said softly. "But I assure you, Sasuke, that it hurt me more…it destroyed me…knowing that I could not avenge him because killing you would go against his dying will."

The watery gray eyes opened again, and there was a clarity in them that could pierce through anyone or anything, shining with a determination to die.

"Do it, Sasuke. I'm tired of living. A life without Itachi…it's not a life at all, especially when I can't kill you to satiate my revenge."

"I…if you want revenge, then you should join me, you should help me kill them, destroy Konoha, destroy this entire world that—"

"Forget it. I'm weary."

"Of what?"

"Of living."

"Miho—"

"Sasuke."

The Sharingan…those eyes that were so similar to Itachi's, but so devastatingly different. Her lips contorted into a exhausted, strained, pained smile as she was once again hit with the realization that she would never see Itachi's blood-colored eyes again.