You stand looking down at Itachi's corpse.
You can't believe it. You did it. You finally beat Itachi.
You've won.
But you're not euphoric. Rather than getting answers, you're left with a load of questions. Such as, what are you supposed to do now? Your entire life thus far has been focused on catching Itachi, on avenging your village. You thought the emptiness that blossomed when Itachi left would be filled once you accomplished your mission.
You were wrong.
All you feel now is empty, hollowness only intensified.
You suppose another way to look at it is that Itachi was your sun and moon and stars, your world and your religion. Now that he's gone, you've got nothing left. No belief or faith in anything.
You kneel by his body, feeling the urge to be close to your only brother. Your hero. Your world. Your light. Your destiny. Your tormentor. Your savior. Your Itachi.
You're supposed to be happy.
You're finally equal with Itachi. At last.
He killed the people he loved, his friends and family.
And now you've gone and killed your brother.
You hate him.
"Why do you always do this to me? Do you get some kind of sick enjoyment tormenting me?"
He's left you alone again. And you know that he's gone to a place that you can't reach.
You're sorely tempted to take your own life and chase full throttle after Itachi. You want to see him again. But you can't. It's not your time, not yet. And Itachi wouldn't want that.
When he was dying, as you watched the life drain from his already pale emotionless face, a montage of your childhood flashed before your eyes.
When you were younger. When he was your beloved genius of a brother.
You refuse to cry.
Itachi was blind. He couldn't see you.
But maybe it's better that way.
Maybe he wants to remember you as you were. When you were five and innocent.
Not now, covered in your nii-san's blood.