Chapter 10 epilogue

PICTURES OF YOU: EPILOGUE

It was a sickeningly bright day. The sky was beautiful and the clouds provided just the right amount of shade from the sun. The grass was a terribly healthy green. Everything was just so contradictory on how Itachi was feeling. He can't help but think that it was just too nice a day to host a funeral. Two marble tablets lay in the sea of grass. He could barely see now, his eyes were too puffy from crying after all, those deep obsidian eyes now a swollen irritated red, but despite this he could still clearly remember the words engraved on those bland marble plates...

Naruto:
The man that was loved the most, and never alone...

Sasuke:
A son, a brother, a lover and most of all a dreamer.
To the man that stood up despite the fall.

Itachi heaved a sigh, fighting back tears as he did so. The service ended about an hour and a half ago but the people mourning for these two's deaths, who all came to the service, didn't seem to have any plans of leaving any time soon, and Itachi seriously didn't want to make a fool of himself yet again for what seemed to be the up tenth time, by letting his emotions over take him, to brake down in front of said crowd. After all he was an Uchiha, and as an Uchiha he needed to uphold the Uchiha name, buy upholding the Uchiha reputation. So he simply decided to bottle up his emotions till then, putting up a strong and blank facade as his front. Memories of the night six months ago currently plagued his mind.

It was still raining then. He had rushed to the hospital when he received a message from Shizune, Tsunades' own apprentice, to come by the hospital immediately. The message said nothing more than that, and Itachi just can't help but have this unsettling feeling as he made the mad dash towards the hospital. He met with Shizune in the lobby. The world seemed to have gone mute as the only sound he heard from the long chain of words was
"Sasukes dead..."

Itachi went rigid, but he refused to believe it. It wasn't soon later that he was taken to the morgue and once he had laid his very own eyes on the dead corps of his precious little brother, he had suddenly broken down and cried on Sasukes' bedside, his shouts of anguish tearing through the hospital...

Then Itachi could vaguely remember when his world turned black.
Itachi mourned... And mourned... And mourned.
After all that was all he could do. Naruto was alive... He still had hope. He could do right by the blond, he had thought, to Fulfill what Sasuke couldn't. But I guess faith has robbed him of even that.
It felt like losing two brothers in a year... No it was more like a day. And now Itachi would have to mourn...
Yet Again, and again, and again.

The soft hum of the wind snapped him out of his reverie and noticed that the sun was already setting. He'd guessed been there for the whole day. One swift glance and he could say that there was no one was there anymore, the guests seaming to have already left a long while ago . He turned and made his way to leave. He wasn't about 2 meters away when he decided to take one last look at the graves, but then he froze. There in front of the graves was a man with red flowing hair. Hair so red its color blended with that of the setting sun. Itachi came back, curious of the man.

But strangely Itachi instinctively knew that this man was important somehow, when he slowly approached said figure he could faintly make out that pained expression in the mans face, an expression so familiar...an expression just like his...Then Itachi couldn't help but think that 'this man was just like him.'

And just like him, he had no one to wallow in pain with for their loss. So slowly and silently Itachi held the man's hand as he listened to the sobs coming from him... At first the man went rigid at Itachis' touch. His misty seep blue eyes snapped towards Itachi, wide for a moment. They stare into each other for a fraction of moment before those same blue eyes drifted back to the graves- Again losing himself in his grief. Deciding to simply accept the older Uchihas' touch.
Itachi heard of this man...
And with those shining deep blue eyes, it was unmistakeable.

This was Narutos' brother...

And now seeing him for the first time, Itachi wondered if there were more expressions that can be portrayed in that face than the hurtful one he's seeing right now. They stood in silence...Or as silent as cries can get.

The sobs never stopped...
Then soon later Itachi was again embarrassing himself in front of this man, breaking his promise to himself.
'I'm not gonna' cry...'

The End

ended it with itakyuu fuck yeah! Hehe- Didn't see that coming didn't yah? well anyway this would just have to stay as it is. I'm not going to writte a second fic about this pairing anymore. I mean I still got a lot of other fic Ideas i gotta get started and more series i have to work on. I'm planning on continuing Faithful Encounters soon. Whenever i may have time. So please check it out sometime.

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