Forgive me..?
It's short and I'm sorry. I'm just having so much trouble, LOL.
I need some inspiration. :|

You'll also find that this chapter is really depressing and unfair.
IT ISN'T OVER YET, SO PLEASE BEAR WITH ME?

Enjoy. :)


Arriving at a mahogany door, Uchiha Madara placed his gloved hand on the rusted knob and produced a brass key from his sleeve. He swiftly opened the door and stepped into his study.

Koneko hesitantly ventured inside after him. The room had a musky scent of wood and leather. A rather exquisitely carved wooden desk was in the center of the room, a maroon velvet chair behind it. The behind his desk was a grand bookshelf, which extended to both sides of the wall.

Without a doubt, books of historians, shinobi tactics and the backgrounds of feudal lords lined those shelves.

A heavy metal door was on the wall opposite to the one of wood they had came through.

Was Itachi behind there...?

The orange masked man rested his hand flat against the metal door and a forbidden seal was released. He glanced at her,

"Are you prepared?" The echo of Madara's low voice came from beside her, "What you see may not be pleasing in the slightest."

She nodded affirmatively, her nerves expecting the worst. He then opened the door and a screech rang from the old hinges.

This room was a laboratory. On the back wall, there were numerous glass tanks- all filled with Sharingan eyes and The Uchiha insignia rested high on the wall. An operation table was in the middle of the room, and on it was the corpse of Uchiha Itachi..

As she and Madara came to inspect the body, she bit her lip at his deathly pale skin and disheveled appearance.

Blood and dirt were still apparent on him, his cuts visible and wide. Madara must have not bothered to clean the grime from him, but he had taken Itachi's shirt off to different the damage done by disease and damage by Sasuke.

"Are you pleased now?" The man questioned her from the corner of his eye. It was obvious by the quiver of her hands and desolate stare at her husband's body that it was not pleasurable for her in the least.

Koneko inhaled, "Please, Madara…" She glimpsed up at him from beneath long lashes, knowing he couldn't resist her, "A moment..?"

It had worked. The navy haired man contemplated it before walking off towards his office again, closing the door behind him.

Once she was sure he was far enough, she removed her medic pouch from her person and rolled it out across the table. Producing an injection needle, she brought it near his body.

She observed his lifeless eyes before carefully pushing the small metal rod into his skin and injected him with a green fluid; composed mainly of water, specially selected healing herbs, the petals of various flowers and tea.

Removing the needle from him, she placed it on the table beside her and waited for any reaction from.

While waiting, Koneko placed her ear over his heart and listened for the faintest sound. There was nothing.

She placed two fingers over the pulse points on his neck, then on his wrist... Again nothing.

It then dawned on her and her eyes widened in horror.

Scouring inside her case on the table, she found the needle she had used to inject into him two days ago. Droplets of familiar yellow-gold liquid still remained inside.

... She had used the wrong poison that day. The one she had pushed into his bloodstream didn't have an antidote.

And the green medication she had just given him wasn't nearly powerful enough to remedy him.

Koneko drew in a shallow breath and her hands clasped over her mouth.

She had killed her own husband without realizing.

A strained whimper escaped her lips as tears cascaded from her eyes. Oh God... Oh God.. What had she done?

She fell to the floor and droplets from her eyes poured onto the masonry stones below her. How could she have been so blind not to notice..?

Koneko only sobbed harder at this. The guilt and agony ebbed into her.

She would carry this burden on her back for the rest of her life.

Minutes later, the sound of the large metal door opening caught her attention and she slowly stood, hastily wrapping up her fabricated medic kit to avoid suspicions from Madara.

"Time's up." He crossed his arms as he waited.

She used the back of her hand to dry her ivory cheeks and took one last glance at her dearest love before leaving the room with Madara following.

Never to see Uchiha Itachi again.


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