Itachi picked Hitomi up by her neck, pushing her into a tree. He could see the pain on her face.
"I like killing two birds with one stone. Killing Shisui had two purposes, killing my family had two purposes, killing you will have two purposes. One, you could go back and tell on me. Two, watching you die will make me even stronger. Hitomi didn't struggle, but her eyes, so telling, were filled with fear.
"You're not human anymore." She coughed. Itachi tightened his grip on her throat and pushed her harder into the tree. Hitomi winced.
"You're wrong, I am human." He kissed her furiously, Hitomi struggled. He let her fall to the ground. She was so weak. Itachi smiled at her. Hitomi wiped her mouth.
"To have my first kiss stolen by a monster like you—" Itachi kneeled so he was eye level with Hitomi.
"You're right, I am a monster. Better a pretty face like you gets killed by a monster then a man." He drew his knife and held it to Hitomi's throat. Hitomi jumped up and backed herself into the same tree Itachi had pinned her to. "And that was our second kiss, you forgot the first one." Itachi was suddenly infront of Hitomi, she coughed and blood came from her mouth. Itachi stood back, Hitomi fell to the ground, a knife in her stomach. She would bleed to death in minutes. Itachi kneeled next to Hitomi, he would watch her bleed, he would watch her die.
Hitomi's was crying. What a weak girl— Hitomi's opened her eyes and looked into his. Itachi felt her reading him again. Hitomi reached up and touched his face. Her hand was soon damp with his tears. His own tears… Itachi felt a horrible burning pain tear at his insides. He hugged himself and fell to his knees.
"Hitomi!" He moaned. "I—" Hitomi shushed him.
"I remember that kiss now." Her beautiful azure eyes became unfocused and her hand slipped away from him. Itachi caught it and held it to his face.
"No, Hitomi!" He called to her. She didn't answer. Itachi called her name. He called it again and again and again… but Hitomi didn't answer, and Itachi knew she would never answer.
He held her for as long as she was warm, but she was soon cold. Itachi laid her down. He took off the necklace she always wore; a black obsidian piece with circles all around it. Itachi put it on his own neck. He would never take it off.
Itachi touched Hitomi's face and stroked her hair. She was dead, but she was still do beautiful. Some things were just to pretty for words.
Itachi stood up and walked into the woods.
