The Girl Who Couldn't Throw
Prologue
"Promise me you'll never die for me."
He turned to me; the love of my life. It was strange to understand just how unconditional true love is – and at such a young age. It opens your eyes to a whole new perspective on life. And no, I don't mean looking at people and seeing who they'd make a good couple with. That would just be cheesy.
"Why?"
He looked startled that I'd made such a request, especially given the reputation love had when it came to death. One must die for the other, etc.
"Because dying for someone is cruel and selfish."
I found it to be a perfectly justifiable remark, but he had to question it. He questions everything.
"How so?"
I launched straight into my explanation, his attention on me fully, as it always was.
"If you died for someone, well, it's supposedly a display of the depth of love you have for them; showing that you'd rather die than live without them. And… I get that, but if they feel the same way, then you'd only be condemning them to a life of suffering without you, and that's just it… cruel and selfish."
Then, of course, came his reply. I couldn't think of anything simpler. But then again, he wasn't a very outspoken person.
"Ah."
"So, promise?"
"I promise. You?"
"Pinky swear!"
I don't think it strange at all that Itachi Uchiha actually lifted his pinky and wrapped it around mine. I know to anyone else it would seem very un-Itachi-like. But to me…
That was just Itachi's way of saying, "I love you".