This is a bit depressing. So, rated M for violence (blood and gore descriptions more like it…) and (you guessed it) LANGUAGE! (Seriously, got problems.) This fanfiction takes place around the time Itachi dies, so please don't cry and short circuit your laptop/ desktop/ tablet/ whatever.
A Brother's Love
The dusty night's breeze swept through Itachi's room. The wind stirred up the papers on his side desk. Groaning, he reached sideways to light his kerosene lamp.
He sat up, putting one of his hands on the cool wall; the other was shrouding his eyes, "Goddamnit! Can't see… It hurts so damn much!" he moaned, his black eyes seared his face with pain.
He squeezed his eyes shut and reopened them, revealing a bloody shade red irises instead of his natural black ones.
He rose from the warmth of his bed, and he began walking to the spilled papers. Itachi randomly began grabbing them and stuffing them into the worn drawers. Pushing the drawers shut, he found one to be over-filled and flowing. Swearing, he began to toss everything out of it. His knuckles scraped along the bottom of it causing the dilapidated drawer to give a dull, hollow sound. Itachi paused, Hollow? he puzzled, Why…? his hands ran along the edges of the bottom of the drawer, searching for any way to force it to open. His fingers grazed the edges, forcing the bottom to rise.
Files? he wondered, pulling one out, Empty too… he tossed it to the sandstone floor. Hurriedly, he began to open them. Empty. They all were. When there were no more, Itachi slammed the drawer shut, making it rattle. Rattling? he thought, opening the drawer once more. Looking in, he saw a tarnished silver frame staring back at him, it was the same color as the bottom of the drawer, so it was quite hard to notice.
He picked it up, "Oh…" he murmured, running his hand along the frame, the face of his brother filling the frame, "Sasuke…"
He dropped into his bed. His right hand covering his face and the left one still on the photograph of an ancient time when he and Sasuke were still brothers. Hot tears that fell from his blind, black eyes burned lines on his face.
"Sasuke, have you been learning well? Are you strong enough to be alone now?" Itachi's voice cracked and whimpered, "Almost… you are almost ready to be alone… I only have a few more things to teach you… just a few more things to be all on your own… I promise to watch you from hell."
Itachi's face turned up into a slight smile. After a long moment, he fell asleep, still clutching his memories.