This is just a little idea that came to me a few years ago.
And I'm reposting it.
So, I hope you all enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto. Only this idea belongs to me.
The blade went through the young woman's stomach from behind, easily piercing through her flesh. A gasp left her lips as one of her hand darted up to clutch the wound. Blood immediately began to spill over her fingers, dripping onto the ground and beginning to make a crimson pool. She looked over her shoulder to see who had attacked her, and what she saw made her onyx eyes widen.
"I-Itachi-kun..." She whispered, feeling tears come to her eyes and flow down her cheeks. "B... But why...?"
Itachi stared down at her. His face and eyes were void of any emotion. "Why you ask? To measure my capacity."
"Wh-What?" She barely managed to sputter out the word before a coughing fit ensued.
She cupped her other hand over her mouth, trying to calm the coughing down. When she pulled her hand back, she wasn't surprised to find her hand soaked with blood. The energy she had to keep herself standing was quickly decreasing, but she forced herself to stay upright.
That hadn't been the killing blow though. She could live if she managed to get some help. But she knew that wouldn't happen. He'd obviously come here to kill her, and he would finish what he started.
That was made clear when she felt his sword pierce her body again, only this time it went through her chest. Blood spewed onto the ground and she completely lost any will she had to stay standing up. She fell onto her back with a loud, wet THUNK.
Her eyes slowly trailed to Itachi's face as she felt the life slipping away from her. He was kneeling over her now, gazing down at her. A small water droplet slid down his cheek, landing on her face.
"I'm sorry."
Those words were the last thing she heard as her eyes closed and she drew her last breath.