A/N: The results of my hiatus... what wonderful things those are. Boring, but wonderful!
In order for one thing to begin, another has to end. In this case, I had to lose my life in order to make room for a new one, a better one, a more worthwhile one. And, of course this may seem repetitive, but, in order for this new life to begin... I had to die.
"Itachi! It's time for you to die!"
I had never feared death. It's true, I may have fought for my life on more than one occasion, taking lives to maintain my own existence, but self preservation doesn't exactly equate to "Fear of death", now does it?" So...
I grunted as the searing pain hit my chest right above my heart and I half coughed-half gagged, blood dribbling out of my mouth. My hand went up to clasp the wrist that belonged to my opponent, but I didn't try to force his hand away. I only held him in place as I stared into the cold, dark, hateful eyes, stained with a maturity I had helped to create within him.
So... when my brother's chidori pierced my chest and he literally held my heart in the palm of his hand, I realized that death was inevitable and I didn't try to fight it—not that I could have had I chosen that path. Sasuke could rip my heart from my chest in moments.
As the horrible chirping from the chidori died away and the bright light it caused fizzled out, all that was left was the sound of my blood slowly pulsing through my veins, going slower and slower. The sound sickened me and I knew I had to drown it out somehow.
"Bro... ther..." I choked out, forcing my voice out of my throat despite all the extra pain it caused in my chest, a hot sweltering pain that licked at the flesh surrounding my brother's hand. "I-I... I'm..."
I could no longer see anything; everything was just a series of smudged blurs. My breathing was ragged and my knees trembled, threatening to buckle under my weight.
"I'm sorr—"
"I don't want to hear it!" Sasuke exclaimed angrily, his hand clenching my heart, forcing its weak, irregular tattoo of beats to stop altogether. I let out a cry, my knees following through with their threat and giving out, letting me fall to the ground. Sasuke seemed quite reluctant to let go of my chest, however, and there was a horrible tearing feeling inside my chest as I hit the earth and then I was thrust into darkness.
"Sasuke-kun, no!" a faintly familiar voice exclaimed, echoing through the obscurity, "You weren't supposed to kill him! He can't die, we still need him!"
And then nothingness overtook me.
A/N: It's very short, but, then again, it's a prologue, so that's allowed. Please review to tell me what you think so far