YAY ITACHI! :]
*ahem*
Ah, and concerning that Madara fanfiction which I had planned, (I have two on the go) I will post whichever one you all prefer, if you, my dear readers, enjoy Madara and OC fictions.
Your choices are:
a high school based fic with Madara as a history teacher.
Or,
a fic that portrays Madara when he was leader of the Uchiha and in his prime and must find a wife. (24ish. AKA: sexy young Madara. ;) )
Both are xOC. Please vote for whichever sounds best on my poll, located on my page.
Itachi had not yet woken from his comatose state, yet to her relief he seemed to be at ease while resting.
She rang the water out from the cloth before gently dabbing over his face and neck. Oh lord, he was too ill for words.. How his body could take this much, she did not know.
Earlier, she had requested to Sasuke to retrieve a roll of bandages and ointment from her bedroom, although, that was some time ago. Her lips pursed,
What could he doing?
Koneko breezed the thought aside while placing the cloth over the edge of the little wooden bowl. She stretching her arms and back and a smile came to her lips; she had been sitting at his side over night and through the day, and now her joints and muscles were stiff.
Her green eyes beheld the recuperating figure of Itachi. She had successfully managed to clean away most of the dirt and blood away from his body and applied a mixture of aloe vera and chamomile paste to his scorched right arm. The ointment and bandages, which Sasuke had gone to get, was all that was needed for now.
She couldn't even begin to imagine the condition of his lungs. And with no doubt, he was ultimately blind now. The brunette supposed his sense of surroundings was incredibly developed, as required of a true shinobi. How else could he know precisely where she was standing earlier?
With a sigh, she brushed away a wispy strand of hair. A creak of the wood bed caught her attention and she saw that Itachi was stirring awake.
She held her breath anxiously; having not seen him for so long, it was a marvel to see her beloved before her eyes.
A scowl breezed over his visage for a moment as the aches in his body reacted to the slightest movements. Lethargically, his eyes flickered open, revealing the inky, clouded slate of his eyes. Inhaling with difficulty, he knew she was there; the scent of her skin and hair was unmistakable.
His parched lips slowly began to move, preparing to speak but she placed a hand onto his chest and shushed him. Carefully, she lifted his upper body into a sitting position and brought a glass of water to his mouth while he greedily drank, cooling his lungs and lubricating his dry throat. Gingerly, she laid him back against the comforting pillows.
He didn't take his eyes off her. Not for a moment,
"Itachi.." She breathed, reaching for his hand. It was warm, but injured; she would have to hold it carefully.
He hummed in reply, his thumb caressing her skin.
"I..." Her voice shook as a lump developed in her throat, making it difficult to breathe and speak, "I used the wrong poison that day.. at the stronghold."
He slowly responded to her with a deep exhale, "I know.."
Koneko sniffled quietly while the tips of her fingers glided along his wrist, "What I do not understand is how you are here now, alive.."
A minute or so passed between them. The shinobi removed his hand from hers with stiff movements and reached down into his shirt-line and around his neck was her silver heart locket. He held the small heart between his fingers as the chain jingled quietly, a smile on his lips.
Koneko took in a sharp breath, truly shocked. Itachi wore it during the fight? He must have clasped it around his neck whilst on his way to the Uchiha stronghold, hiding the chain beneath his shirt.
"This.." He began weakly; his hand began to tremble, "is what kept me alive after the poison was injected.." Itachi blinked languidly, "Once you had injected what was initially the correct antidote, the serum became enough to boost my immune system and diminish the poison. The locket," He smiled; his eyes creasing, "still withheld both of our chakra. The combined chakra was enough to awaken me and ignite the chakra points in my chest, which gave me just the correct amount of strength to find you and protect you from what ever danger you were faced with.."
Her head lowered and her soft brown locks cascaded over her shoulders. Tears fell onto her lap in a rush of droplets. He had done so much, just for her. Just so that she would not be faced with Madara's corruption. The necklace fell onto his chest and he took her hand into his again.
"Not even death can keep me from you, Koneko."
Without a second thought, she enveloped him in a loving embrace, sobbing silently into his shoulder. She loved him, more than words could express. More than she could convey. Uchiha Itachi was everything to her, just as she was everything to him.
Suddenly, a slight movement came against his clothed chest. He found that Koneko was rather.. rounded, since his absence. Slowly, he removed his arms from her to navigate to the slight push and as he drew closer, Itachi sensed a faint chakra signature before him; too diminutive to be his wife's.
Koneko realized his puzzlement and gingerly grasped onto his searching hand and laid it against her abdomen.
That same slight movement was made against Itachi's bandaged hand. And again. He breathing became labored as his palm caressed her warm stomach.
"Itachi.." The brunette whispered to him, stroking his hand which lay on her abdomen, "I'm with child.. Yours."
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