Oddly enough, we feel the need to remind you all that we do not own Hatake Kakashi or Uchiha Itachi, and we never will. We do not own the Naruto franchise, and never will. None of us will, it's that simple.

From the slightly-twisted mind of PinkEye comes a SongFic (it's a drabble, if you ask me, but...) from Itachi's POV. Written by PinkEye, edited by WrinkleFace.

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'I hate everything about you,'

Yet I'm here, letting you touch me- giving you all you want and all I have. Letting your hands move over me, but also giving you something else, something I hold dearly: control.

'You hate everything about me,'

But you're here again, aren't you?

Holding me still, your callused hands on my hips, thrusting into me so you can satisfy your own needs. You're seme, I'm uke, as usual.

You won't even reward me with a moan, which you attempt to muffle by biting down into my pale neck.

And again you fake control.

'Why do I love you?'

So you've finally come back from your mission- it was harder than usual, I see. I can tell by the rough way you handle me, pound into me.

I know because you came straight to me, didn't you?

When you're done you stand, pulling on your still-bloodied clothes. Again, you leave me alone when I'm not of use for the moment.

I'm smiling bitterly. All along I've known that I've felt this way. I was foolish once again, foolish like I so often am.

I slowly finger thebite on my right shoulder, the shoulder that you muffled your scream into when you finally climaxed into me.

'Only when I stop to think about it.'

Today's the last time that I get to see you.

I found you with her again- I knew I would. Even though I'd already known, I stand smiling warmly at you. You finally meet my eyes and I know what you're going to say. You're going to tell me how she was nothing but a fuck- that I was nothing but a fuck...

Nothing significant...

I never was...

I tightly grip the katana in my right hand and slowly turn to leave, not bothering to say another word.

'I hate everything about you.'

Perhaps you think it's your fault, the bloodbath that occurred on that day. Maybe you hopelessly think that if you reached out and held me then maybe, maybe things would be different.

But please, don't think this way, "Kashi".

I know all too well that this would have to happen, long before you ever even took me in your arms.

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End, duh.

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PinkEye & WrinkleFace