You lie, silent there before me
Your tears, they mean nothing to me
The wind howling at the window
The love you never gave, I give to you
Really don't deserve it
But now, there's nothing you can do
So, sleep, in your only memory
Of me, my dearest mother
He was in shock. Years of training, fighting, bleeding, and dying a little bit inside... They would end. His eyes widened and he dropped near the body. There was a lot of blood, but he had seen blood before, that wasn't new... the smile... that was new... He coughed and looked at the wounds he had inflicted. More or less, they were from shuriken, kunai knives, and a fourteen year-old that overused the Chidori when his emotions took over.
But that didn't matter.
He saw an overly pale hand grasp his bloody one, and he resisted the urge to pull away. There was no use to be disgusted, it was over... being disgusted had no place in the end of a story, so he allowed the hand to caress his, with shaky fingers and a cold palm.
Here's a lullaby to close your eyes (good-bye)
It was always you that I despised
I don't feel enough for you to cry (oh well)
Here's a lullaby to close your eyes (good-bye, good-bye, good-bye, good-bye)
"B-bro...ther...," a dead, cold voice murmured, blood trickling down blue and cracked lips. He said no more, his aura signifying death. He watched dispassionately, trying not to show emotion... trying not to show anything in front of the dead and torn creature in front of him that held on to nothing. The smile grew, breaking the skin on the lips.
"Y-you... y-you...," the voice murmured again, the hand on his stopping its caresses to grip his softly, lovingly...
"S-s-s...orry...," the dead one finished, his eyes shining before glazing slightly. He didn't want to answer that, fearing that his emotions would gain control, so instead he wrenched his hand away from the pale one.
So insignificant
Sleeping dormant deep inside of me
Are you hiding away lost?
Under the sewers
Maybe, flying high in the clouds
Perhaps, you're happy without me
So many seeds have been sown in the field
And who could sprout up so blessedly
If I had died
I would have never; felt sad at all you will not hear me say, 'I'm sorry'
Where is the light?
Wonder if it's weeping somewhere...
He shook his head slowly, eyes hardening angrily. The smile grew.
"G-g...," was the voice's answer, stopping short when his breath hitched painfully. His breath became erratic as he tried to regain the lost breath again, trying to hold on a little longer... the pain had to last a little longer... the smile had to last a little longer...
"Close your eyes," he murmured softly, trying to ignore the slight triumph in the creature's eyes, mocking him into slight submission... like they always had... But the smile grew, a heavenly smile, and one of the first he had seen that seemed... true.
Like when they were... kids...
"Please," he murmured, desperate slightly, and the smile almost faltered, almost. A cough, and the eyes closed all the way, as the smile grew and left Uchiha Itachi's face seemingly angelic for the first time in eight years.
Here's a lullaby to close your eyes (good-bye)
It was always you that I despised
I don't feel enough for you to cry (oh well)
Here's a lullaby to close your eyes (good-bye, good-bye, good-bye, good-bye)