Huh. I have no idea where this came from. The internet was out, and I was fiddling with my friend's laptop and pew. This appeared. Just a short drabble-type fic. If you happened to click on this, enjoy!


[Itachi's POV]

I do not expect to see what I do when I look into your face.

I expect to see happiness, I expect to see joyful surprise. I yearn to see love in those eyes. I have just given you all of myself, all that I possibly can. Does that not deserve even a small amount of gratitude?

In your eyes lie…fear. Cold shock. And, most piercingly, revulsion.

What have I done to scare you, little brother? What did I do to startle you so, timid raven? And what could I have possibly done to repulse you, my love?

It is not possible that you do not want me. We have shared many nights and days together, playing in the sun and basking in the moon. Under the same blanket I might add. Was I this unwanted by you then as well? It did not seem that way as you were wrapping yourself tighter around my chest. Would it be so bad to love me as I want? As you should?

I resist you as you try to push me away. We need each other. Isn't that right? You must crave after me the same way I crave for you. Otherwise, I might be doing wrong here. But I'm not. It's not that I shouldn't. It's that you should.

Surely my touch is not unasked for. Surely your weak cries of "No," really mean "Yes."

Little brother, don't you know that I only care for you? Can't you see that all I have done is loved you, since the moment you were born? I could never hurt you. I hold you closer into my warmth even as your struggles become more and more violent. I lean down to your ear and whisper the words, "Please, I love you."

You thrash and yell and put up a fight. It's hurting me. Not physically, but emotionally. Am I so awful?

Do you hate me so much?

The thought withers me, both outside as well as inside. You take the chance to break out of my arms and leap towards the door. I think of stopping you. Of forcing out your love for me. I would claim you here, and as your screams grew hoarser and the carpet grew sticky with my crimson love for you, both of us would know that you were only mine.

Forever.

But I know that would hurt you, and I could never hurt my precious raven. One last little proclamation of love from me before you leave me here by my lonesome. All I can think at the moment is, Fly, Raven dearest. I love you, so I have let you go. Wait for me, for I will find you once again.

I will never let you go.


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