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Dreaming of You
An ItaKyuu oneshot
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Itachi stared at the screen with blank eyes. He was completely unaware of the red tears that were steadily staining his face. One by one the crimson blood dripped down his cheeks. That didn't matter though. His skin was burning him, everywhere he was touched. It was as if he was roasting from the inside out. Yet he was cold. So very cold. His lips trembled. He attempted to speak but he choked on sobs. Oh god. Before he could stop himself the raven leaned forward and threw up all of the ground. The mocking red stared back at him. He choked on his own guilt and began to claw at his skin.
He had to get it off
Get off the memory of what just happened.
The feel of the silky smooth locks.
The feeling of that rich tan skin.
The feeling of it becoming cold.
Itachi let a scream rip through his vocal chords.
His body was bruised and battered. The raven's hair roughly tasseled and his milky skin littered with abusive marks. He was bleeding in many places. He couldn't open one of his eyes. But for some reason that wasn't what hurt him. No, what hurt him is reliving that moment again
Blood, there was so much blood. In front of him lied the reason for his existence. Lifeless, soulless. He wasn't waking up. Heavy legs brought him closer and closer. He didn't want to see. But his heart would not allow him to look away, to turn away. He finally collapsed in front of the lifeless body. The once burning skin seemed to be ice now. The body was lying peacefully in a pool of its own blood. He wouldn't see those crimson eyes again. Those lips that were once tender pink were now quickly turning blue. It was like watching his world turn to ash.
No…
His world was turning to ash.
Another scream
The raven reached forward into the mess of blood, gripping at it as if able to see his beloved in his own demise. A broken smile split over dry lips. He would be with him soon. Hopefully he would die here and join his beloved in heaven.
Could Demons go to Heaven?
Would he?
Itachi gave a dead smile and with broken staggered steps he rose from the couch. He began to walk toward the bathroom to clean himself up. To think, the murder of an entire clan couldn't protect his lover from one person. He clenched his fist weakly and drove it through the wall. He was pretty sure he heard a couple of bones break. He smirked and retreated into the bathroom. Good.
He deserved it.