A/N: I do not own Naruto, or these characters in any way. Now shut up and read.
Tears streaked down his pale face, mixing with the blood as it made a sick crimson color. The color of death, the color of betrayal…The color of hurt, and the color of love. He laughed, just so he could hear something other than the soft rain cutting through the silence that was slowly driving him insane. He laughed to make sure that he was still sane.
He laughed to make sure he still could.
He gripped tightly to the lifeless body that was lying on his lap. His brother, his flesh and blood.
Dead, gone, forever. The man who he looked up to so much when he was little was gone.
"Itachi-san. You fucking…Bastard!" He screamed into the lifeless, pale face, more tears threatening to spill. "Why did you do this to me! Why didn't you just kill me!" His breath was heavy, rain soaking through his clothes, "Was it because you wanted me to suffer?! Because you couldn't handle killing me?!"
His voice was hoarse, tears spilling freely down his face, collapsing on top of his brothers body, sobbing heavily into his still, bloodied chest.
"Why…" He whispered.
Why did you leave me? Why did you betray me? Why did you make me do this…
All those years of training. All those years that he had left his friends behind for his own selfish reasons, so he could lead himself up to this fateful day, where he could successfully murder his brother with no intent of going back.
And yet here he was, crying like a newborn. Maybe he really couldn't handle this, maybe he really was going insane.
Maybe he just couldn't handle the fact that he had lost the one member of his family he loved the most.
And it was by his own hand.
He gripped tightly to the Kunai that he was holding, the same kunai that dripped his brothers blood.
He lifted his arm slightly, steadying it.
His eyes clenched shut as it drove straight into his chest, crying out in sheer pain as his brothers blood mixed with his own, twisting and turning it, digging deeper, as he eventually collapsed ontop of his brothers lifeless, cold body.
He smiled.
See you in hell, brother.
Forgive me, it was my first time writing somthing involving these two, be gentle