This is the first in a series of ItaSasu one shots I'll be writing. And if you're an ItaSasu fan and you just don't like this first one shot, you should try reading the second one; it has a different mood and everything.

While reading this, it might be better if you were listening to Immortality by Celine Dion. This story is not in any way written for or inspired by Immortality. But once I finished this and listened to that song I realized how perfectly it went with the song. I added those words at the beginning and Immortality is in the title. I do not own the song, Immortality, or any of the characters of Naruto.

Rated T, I would say?

Immortality: Red, Black, And Blue

Immortality. I make my journey through eternity. I keep the memory of you and me inside… And I will stand for my dream, if I can. Symbol of my faith in who I am, but you are my only… My storm will never end. My fate is on the wind… And we don't say goodbye.

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Uchiha Sasuke stood solemnly, staring at a spot on the ground in front of him. All the emotion, otherwise undetectable, was shown only in his eyes. A cold breeze blew through his hair and made the grass to ripple like a stone tossed into a pond. It whispered a deathly tune to his ears. His hands, clenched around three roses of different color, were held up against his chest.

The three roses came from a rose garden he had started with the help of Yamanaka Ino. Ino had told him the meanings of the flowers and what they symbolized. She had also helped him pick out the flowers he now held as the right ones for the occasion.

Sasuke grew all different colors of roses. They had become his favorite flower. He grew pink ones for Haruno Sakura. These symbolized her grace and admiration and a perfect happiness. Just like her, they were soft, bright, and beautiful. Uzumaki was the one for whom Sasuke grew his orange roses. They symbolized Naruto's enthusiasm and Sasuke's desire for him. Even more, they symbolized how Sasuke was fascinated with the blonde-haired boy. The orange was a very obnoxious color and, in Sasuke's opinion, suited Naruto well. His yellow roses grew for another blonde, symbolizing his friendship with Ino and her joy .Those roses represented Sakura, Naruto, Ino and his truest feelings for each of them. But neither of these were the roses he held.

Sasuke thought on what had happened only days before the moment he was stuck in. A shadow had appeared in front of him, causing him to look up.

"Heh. Foolish Little Brother." The cause of the shadow had spoken to him with wicked amusement in its voice. It was the same sound that had been echoing in Sasuke's head for the longest time. Uchiha Itachi stood in front of him.

They had stared into each other's eyes; the traitorous, older one staring into the one he had left alive, on that night, years before, and the younger Uchiha looking into the monster that was all of his nightmares. And then Sasuke was on him, his lips crashing into those of his brother, in a passionate kiss. Itachi had stood stunned, but Sasuke kissed him like the world was about to end.

After what could have only been a minute and what both brothers wished would have lasted longer, Sasuke had pulled away. Their eyes locked again. Itachi had still been shocked, but Sasuke stared longingly back at him. Everything had been still, for a moment, before Itachi's eyes softened. The older Uchiha had begun to say something, but he was cut off by a kunai knife that had been thrust into his stomach.

Sasuke did not understand how or why, but he saw some kind of innocence in Itachi's eyes, as his brother gasped and fell to his knees. Itachi looked up at him, and it was as if he was asking with his eyes why Sasuke had done it. There was no resistance, no fighting back, Itachi just fell to his knees on the ground.

Looking down into the eyes of his older brother, Sasuke said, "I love you," and he did. Every day that had passed, Itachi was always on his mind. He loved him, he had always loved him. But then, Itachi had killed the rest of their clan, and Sasuke had hated him for that. And as Sasuke had become older, he had realized how impossible it would be to love his older brother.

"Sasuke," Itachi had choked out the name of his Uchiha brother. Then, the rest of his body fell forward and his head lay on the ground; he was dead. Sasuke now looked upon the spot where Itachi lay buried beneath the dirt. He had talked Naruto into digging the hole, and together they had refilled it.

The wind had picked up and storm clouds covered the entire sky with gray. There would be a storm.

Nobody had cried over Uchiha Itachi's grave. No one had said any words or talked about how great he was or how they would miss him. Of course there was no one. Ino might have come, if only to comfort Sasuke. But she had thought he would be better going alone, and they could talk later, if there was any need to.

Sasuke remembered the surprised look on her face when he had asked her to help him pick out flowers for the grave of his clan's murderer. She had helped him without question, though, despite everything else.

These were the flowers he was clinging to, wondering if it would be wrong to put them on the ground underneath him.

Red. As he placed it carefully to one side of his brother's grave, he could hear Ino's voice, from months before, explaining what the different colors of the roses meant. "The red rose stands for love and passion, of course."

Sasuke did love Itachi more than anything. He could not understand why, and he wished it was not that way. Still, he had dreamt of him many times and always thought of being with his older brother.

Blue. Sasuke placed his one blue rose on the side of the grave opposite of the red one. "Blue is for the impossible or the unattainable."

Itachi was the one something Sasuke wanted that was unattainable. It was impossible for him to love Itachi, but it was impossible to stop loving him; it was impossible to be with him. Sasuke had hoped that by killing him it would all stop, but the feelings were still there.

Black. Sasuke put the last rose in the center of Itachi's grave, between the other two. "Black… symbolizes death…. It means goodbye."

Itachi had caused much death. And now, he was dead, himself. Anytime Sasuke thought of Itachi, he pictured blackness. His brother was gone through the dark. That was what the whole thing had been about: saying goodbye.

Red, black, and blue, in roses; that was the color of Sasuke and Itachi's love. Even in death, their love did not disappear.