sun
087. colorless
To Itachi, the world was colorless. It was once vivid and bright—with his parents' blood, with his people's decorated screams. Now, everything was dull and grey.
His eyes were beginning to fail him. With each passing day, the tones and pigments disappeared even more so than he had last remembered, and the images continued decreasing in clarity. Almost everything was gone, just like the faith that he had in his life once upon a time, left with nothing but black and white.
To Itachi, the world was colorless. It was beautifully distorted, grotesque, wrong—and all he's got left is his (supposedly) blue partner, Kisame. Nothing was right anymore; his life was littered with imperfections and composed of wrongdoings—and power, power that flowed in his veins, and yet, heavy and dull and grey every single time he caught someone in his genjutsu.
But then he met her. And although everything was still composed of what was in a greyscale, there was a centerpiece; brilliant and beautiful and bright. It was almost like what the sun used to be when he was younger; warm, and shining with a distant word called hope.
To Itachi, the world was colorless—but that was alright, because Sakura had all the color he'll ever need.
A/N: This story is growing quite unpopular…-shrugs- Ah, well. I'm proud of it anyway.