DEATH OF A LOVER || U. Itachi

DEATH OF A LOVER

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  CROWS CAWED ON THE FATEFUL NIGHT. He heaved another sigh, forcing his feet to carry him forward. His emotions were in a complete turmoil. 'Why me?' He asked himself again, knowing the answer very well.

Uchiha Itachi, the prodigy of the century, the eldest son of Clan Head- Uchiha Fugaku, Heir of the Uchiha clan —but most importantly— the fucking pacifist. If anyone could do it, it was him.

  But being a human with emotions, he really didn't want to do it. But 'You know Itachi, you'd rather do it yourself than curse another with the same fate.' She was right. Even when she wasn't here, she was right. Even when she didn't know, she was right. She just had that presence, that conscience, that effect— especially on him.

  Hence he decided to kill her first.

Killing his anchor to emotions would make it easier, right? Right?!

  But how could he kill her? How could he erase the smile that made even his pale cheeks red? How could he put an end to the kapellmeister of the laughter that would make butterflies flutter in his guts? How could he make those supple, pink lips that kissed him so passionately turn blue? He had no choice. He had to do it.

  Itachi prayed with all his might for a miracle; A root shinobi or Uchiha Madara to come and tell him that they were calling off the massacre. But he knew that was just wishful thinking. He has to hurry up too if he wanted to be finished before Sasuke arrives.

  He wondered what she is doing right now. Surely she must have known of this. Surprisingly, that young woman could read this stoic young man like an open book and to an extent that even Shisui had failed. She, perhaps, is sitting on her bed — or chair — in anticipation. Clutching the clothes he had left behind when he stayed over last night with one hand.

  And in the other hand she must be holding the special kunai he gave her on her Genin promotion. She just graduated a few months back. Her team is preparing for the upcoming Chūnin Exams but her heart isn't in it. Itachi knows from the numerous times he has observed her training.

  Some days she would make an excuse and just sit in the shade of the tree that overlooks the training field, eyes distant and thoughts zooming. On the other days she would throw herself to training. Sparring and practising. All in futile, after all, she knew she wouldn't live long enough to participate.

  Last week she took her teammates out on a treat to Ichiraku Ramen. She isn't too fond of the spicy dish but she didn't mind that once. That day she had laughed a little louder, smiled a little more, participated more in conversation and paid for it all.

  She doesn't deserve to die. The Grandma who always made him dangos doesn't. That uncle down the street who would give fresh tomatoes to his ototou doesn't. His father and mother don't. Shisui didn't.