Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto and its characters; genius Kishimoto does.
A/N: Stop right here because this sucks, totally.
It was a death sentence of a different kind, a grief that defied all bounds, a ruin irretrievable, a tragic sport of destiny, a peace you knew would last, a door that admitted no one, a love that never was…Uchiha, you were human after all.
I might have been walking with a corpse all along, might have been living in a memory all these years, might have been decaying under the accumulation of ancient dusts under this skin all this time, and you are the originator of this woe. But what use is there to draw you out anyway? You're gone, vanished long ago and left no trace. And standing here on this cliff where we used to roam, I conclude that the wind resumes its onslaught, never to cease. What it brings along, only I can suffer and only your resurrection can abort.
I never knew you, at least not enough to discover why you chose to venture all those perilous roads with me, and perhaps not enough to realize I never would have accomplished anything at all had you been absent. Absence, yes, your absence, it deprives me of everything I could've easily gained. That is, if you were here. I guess all there is to do now is to designate you in the silence of my thoughts as you continue to be a mere memory, a remembrance of everything lost. Here, on a night like this, where the only roof that shelters me is the streaks of dark sky, you will come to me, lead me away from despair as I draw nearer and nearer to you, you, the shadow which this mundane setting can never supply.
Now, Itachi, I bet it never crossed your mind that your presence was the only condition on which my life depended. I suppose it's now easier for my assailants to dispatch me to hereafter, for I am now plowing the darkness, towards you. As such, the narrow hope that has so long bound me to life is finally gone. Torment me, terrify me, haunt me, just don't leave me in the abyss where I can't find you. Hate me, destroy me, rebuild me not, just take me, take me with you. To glory or damnation, anywhere you are now.
The end now appears so palpably a fixed destiny. When you had gone only one man was left alone, only one being dissolved to the unknown, only one creature was reduced to unavailing murmurs, around only one living soul did the coldness of death gather, and that was me. This so seriously vacant a phase of existence is over, and my endless wait is over, so I now come to you, and only one simple thing I ask of you; be there.
END
A/N: Warned ya this sucks. Kisame kills himself in the end. And I'm sorry if you were expecting something about Itachi's heroic sacrifices (those which are revealed in the latest manga chapter) to turn up. I just don't think I can execute a fic of that expanse.