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Comments: The first in my more twisted drabbles... all of which, I realized, involve Itachi. Hmmm.
Twisted, Broken
Itachi/Sakura
She's glaring at him through her pain and he thinks she's an annoying little fly, but he is intrigued anyway.
She says fiercely that Sasuke will kill him, Sasuke will win.
When he asks if she would put Sasuke before Konoha, she answers too quickly that she doesn't see why she would have to.
He decides then that he wants to break her. That little brother of his has already done half the work and she's already far gone to delusion, and he decides that he wants to be the one to see her shatter.
Perhaps he wonders, for a moment, why.
But perhaps he doesn't.
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He taunts her.
She knows he is taunting her because she can see it in that impassive face of his.
"Sasuke is stronger than you," she snaps bravely, stupidly.
He looks at her coldly and doesn't even ask, but she knows it's there. It's standing between them. Why, the wind asks her, and she answers, logic far gone and lost in her pain.
"Because I love him. I love him, and he will come for me." She doesn't think of things like probabilities and possibilities, all of which will tell her that it'll never happen. She just thinks that she hurts and she can't feel her arm and they won't let her heal anyone. Won't let her heal herself.
She hurts and she hates him and she's tired, and she insists foggily, "He'll come for me. He will."
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"Itachi," she mutters, slipping in her own blood and still glaring, still fierce, still angry, still hateful. "You'll lose."
And he smiles and sees that she is scared, because she has never seen his smile before, and he knows it is manic and wicked and cruel and filled with things she will never understand. He knows it, because he sees it in his own mind, and he knows it well.
"I've already won."
And when he dreams that night he sees Sasuke, and he thinks of how wonderful it would be if they could be together. All three of them.
He thinks of how wonderful it would be to see them bleed.
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"Itachi," she mutters, swaying against the pain and determined to stay standing, standing, standing and not even sure where the blood is coming from - hot and hurting and red and black and gray and she can't feel her arm and remembers she doesn't have it anymore, "You'll lose."
And he smiles and she whimpers because it's cold and small and deadly and she thinks that she's been lying all along.
"I've already won."
And when she dreams that night she weeps, for she sees truth and it hurts her.
She thinks she's been broken and she's terrified.
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He looks at her and is curious how she is still alive. It's like she clings to life desperately even as she throws it away, and she stares at him dully.
"Do you think of Sasuke still, little girl?" he asks curiously, detached and bored with their little game until her eyes light up.
"Hello, Sasuke-kun," she whispers with a smile, all bright and cheerful and sunny in that thin dirty face, and he hates it and craves it and -
"Good afternoon, Sakura."
He remembers her name.