When Madara told Sasuke Itachi killed everyone, including his lover, didn't that intrigue you?
Written because I was frustrated with the progress of another fic.
Farewell, In Blood
Before he killed his mother and father, Itachi killed his lover.
She looked up from her reading as he entered the room, surprise on her face. She hadn't expected him tonight and though it wasn't unusual for him to pay her a visit whenever he felt like it, he usually didn't do it still dressed in full ANBU regalia, dripping blood and chunks of human flesh all over the place. She was a kunoichi, but that didn't mean she enjoyed seeing carnage, she told him. Come to me only after you've washed away the vestiges of whatever gory assassination you carried out in the name of our village and Hokage.
He always honored her wishes. That was the reason he came to her after all, so he could pretend for one night that he wasn't the precious heir to his clan and the genius shinobi that would bring honor to his family. When he was with her, he was nothing but a man; he didn't want the sword and armor there to remind him that when morning came, he was to return to the Uchiha compound and resume his role as the dutiful son. This was his oasis in the desert—in her arms.
So when he let himself into her house, arm guards splattered with red and smelling like death, she knew something was terribly wrong.
"…Itachi?" She asked, eyes wide at the sight of him. At first, she thought that the blood was his and she rushed forward to help him. But then she remembered that this was Uchiha Itachi and no one—not even the Hokage himself—could injure him so badly as to draw all that blood.
So she traced over his form with her eyes, looking to see if he had suffered any wounds. Up close, the blood varied in color. She could see tones of wine red, rusty sienna depths, and blue bases. So many different shades…he had killed many tonight.
"It's not my blood," he said quietly, confirming her thoughts. She didn't know whether to be relieved or not.
"Do you want to wash up and come to bed?" She asked.
"I've come to say goodbye."
She had always known this day would come. Uchiha Itachi was a powerful man, too brilliant to be tied down to any woman. She could still remember the first time he approached her and how surprised and very flattered she felt. The Uchiha Itachi wanted to ask her out? She had agreed, not least to satisfy her own curiosity about one of the most enigmatic men she had ever come across in her life.
And he was still as much of an enigma now as he was then. The deeper she probed, the more mysterious the man. He was a puzzle, too complicated for a simple mind like hers to figure out. So she settled for accepting what little of himself he gave her and too late did she realize that she had fallen in love with him, fallen in love with bits and pieces of a man who was never who he seemed.
Now all of it was coming to an end. She smiled benignly before leaning up and pressing her lips to his one final time. He didn't return her kiss at first but after a few moments, he deepened it, his gloved hand coming up to rest lightly on her cheek.
And then there was a sudden, excruciating pain in her chest.
My heart is breaking.
But then she felt wetness, warm and sticky, soaking the front of her shirt, running down her chest. Her eyes opened in shock and she saw the hilt of the blade he always had strapped to his back, out of its scabbard and angled towards her. In her. And as her mind put two and two together, she realized that he hadn't come to say goodbye in the conventional sense—he had come to say goodbye in the most literal of ways.
"Thank you," she heard him whisper.
And then darkness consumed her.