Disclaimer: Hmm… Nope. I'm an angel-oriented girl; demons aren't me. So sue me.
Warning: You have been placed on a lime warning! Quite a bit of this story is focused on the love-life, so I recommend that innocent eyes and ears should run away as fast as their fingers will carry them!
Stolen
Tenshi
He had stolen all that his little brother had. His family, his childhood, and his life. And a few months ago, he had stolen his wife. But now, the lover of the last of his family was broken, and in protection of herself, she saw only Sasuke in his eyes. The eyes of Uchiha Itachi.
At first, it hadn't bothered him. He had kept himself cast in a conspicuous genjutsu so that the whole town would believe that his little brother still lived, while he took care of his business. It hadn't mattered that, as she knew, she blocked away the memories, and called her by her deceased lover's name. But he knew now, that he had made a drastic mistake.
"Sasuke…!"
She called only his name when they made love. Only his name as he brutally pushed himself on her, ravaging her lips violently until they were bruised, gripping her naked body against his until his fingerprints became shadowed marks upon her skin. He felt a violent, jealous rage build within him at the thought of his younger brother's hands on the kunoichi.
He had fallen in love with her.
And then one night, the illusion broke. The genjutsu he cast every morning and released as he walked into their apartment every night was not around him, and he did not realize that she had suddenly come to her senses and realized her husband's death. He walked into the kitchen, and before she could say anything, not knowing that her insanity had fled, he kissed her. But it was his plan that this be their last night; to remain a part of the Akatsuki, and have his emotions chained once more, he would have to kill her and leave the village again, and not spare her as he wished he could.
But the kiss was soft, sorrowful. It wouldn't hurt him to kill her as much as it could; he would confess himself as Itachi, and she would die knowing that he, one she hated, had killed her.
Still, he loved her.
He pressed her towards the bedroom, undressing her and himself along the way, and letting her down gently onto the bed. His kisses remained soft, though; unlike any of the ones he had given her before. His passion was gentle; this time, there were no bruises to shadow her skin or darken her pale pink lips. Sun-kissed, calloused fingers threaded through his ebony hair, her lips pressing against his, more timid than he remembered, yet as they continued, she seemed to become desperate, as if being so close to him were the most important thing. The clock in the hall struck eleven, and his time had come.
Pulling away, he went to the dresser and drew a kunai from an extra case there, turning around and looking at her longingly for one last time. A look of fear suddenly crossed her eyes, and as he came towards her, feet like lead, she backed away until she was pressed against the headboard and had no-where left to run. Beryl flashed in fright and wonder and confusion. One last time, he kissed her, and poured all his passion into her through their joined lips, before pulling away and preparing to strike, before he heard the one word he never thought she'd say.
"Itachi…!"
AN: I. LOVE. THIS. FIC. TO. FRIGGIN. PIECES! XP So review and tell me if the sequel is still in order.