Note: The writing may be kind of weird because I wrote the first chapter a few months ago and started writing the last two last recently...yeah.
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She sat there on a couch waiting for Itachi to return, her eyes a stormy onyx filled with emotion, yet her face was emotionless, she had braced herself for this. Her hand moved to her stomach, where she carried life, not even a month old, her best friend Yuki, aka medical nin had told her, at the time, she had been overjoyed, she had went over to Mikoto's house and she had cried tears of pure bliss, and Mikoto had soon joined her happiness. But it was short-lived, as she soon started to dread Itachi's reaction.
Would he leave us? She would often catch herself wondering. Would he not accept it? Or would he be overjoyed as I was? She didn't know, but a part of her, the part that was simply in denial with him leaving her, had told her to remember him as he was to her, the sweet, innocent, playfully adorable recently-turned-eighteen-boy that wanted nothing more than to grow old and die with his family. The one with simple goals in life.
The one who loved her as she was.
"It's okay," She assured herself quietly. "It'll be okay."
She found herself thinking about the time they first met, when she was eight and he was nine, and blissfully unaware of the horrors around them, but she was blissfully unaware.
Black hair, onyx eyes, perfect white smile, and a cold face. Him.
Black hair, onyx eyes, soft smile, unreadable, and sweet. Her.
They were so similar, yet so different.
She got up from the couch she was sitting on, towards the kitchen for a cup of water. When she returned, he was there, Anbu armor with a streak of crimson, his katana was bloody. She stopped dead in her tracks, sighing. She knew what this meant, the stench of death reached her nostrils from the open front door, she sat down on the platform leading up to the kitchen, her hand instinctively on her stomach.
"I take it you couldn't stop it this time." She said quietly, he simply nodded, and for just a second, she thought maybe she could convince him to let her live, maybe she could tell him about the child she carried, and maybe, just maybe he would let her live, but that thought was shot down the second it started to fly. Because from the heavy stench of death and blood, he most likely killed everyone. She felt like crying for no given reason, maybe it was because she wouldn't be able to see this little child she carried, maybe it was because he killed Mikoto and Fugaku, or maybe it was because they wouldn't get the happily ever after they both always dreamed of as children, or maybe it was simply because this was how it was going to end.
But she did not cry, instead she looked at him, for what would be the last time in a very long time, and she smiled, it was in that moment Itachi knew she never expected anything at all from him. She didn't care if he decided to spend time with Sasuke over her when most men would have chosen her instead, he realized that she loved him because he never did what most men would. And Itachi, for a second, toyed with the notion that he could let her live, she had no part in those meetings they held, therefore she was innocent and she could live.
But they were all innocent, he reminded himself. The woman Sasuke saw on his way to the academy, the girls that swooned over Itachi, they were all innocent. Every single one of them.
And that was why Itachi's chest tightened, and his stomach churned, because he loved her, but he loved his little brother even more.
And what hurt most is that she accepted that.
What hurt even more is that she expected it too.
"What's going to happen to Sasuke?" She asked, and he didn't know when she came to stand in front of him, but she was, and she was staring at him with that smile that belonged only to him.
On his list, she always came third, but she never minded that he came first to her, and she came third to him.
And Asami wouldn't have it any other way.
"Naomi." He answered simply.
Naomi, the little six year old Uzumaki girl, his childhood friend, and Itachi trusted Naomi enough to take care of Sasuke? Asami would never understand, so she only nodded.
"The Anbu should be here soon," She told him, gently guiding the hand with the katana to her heart, but his hands started to shake, but there were no tears, he had none left. "It'll be okay," She assured him, in a soft gentle voice. "We'll be okay."
One single tear slid down her cheek, but it didn't matter, the sword plunged through her chest, and she closed her eyes.
And as Itachi walked away from his lover, the one chakra signal slowly left, slowly accompanied by another he didn't bother to notice.
Itachi knew it would never be okay.
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A/N: Naomi is some semi-self insert OC I've been working on, in case you were wondering.