cry
060. fool

"Why?"

The single word resonated in his ears, and even though it was his own voice, he wished it would just shut up.

Her expression was as hard and cold as his, and he didn't like it. At all.

She shrugged. "Did you really think that this could continue forever?"

The answer, yes, rung in his mind, making his head spin. Ridiculous. To have been together for such a short amount of time, and throwing that much trust onto her shoulders. Uchiha Itachi never trusted.

But here he was, still trusting this pink-haired kunoichi, who was, perhaps, even deadlier than himself. Even when she betrayed him.

The ANBU on either side of him gripped his arms. His eyesight was failing him, but he could still see her eyes—green and pure and full of that shining willpower.

Except, now, that willpower was deadly.

"I thought it would last longer than this," he told her evenly. They stared at each other for a long moment, before she scoffed.

"I always heard rumors about Uchiha Itachi being smart and cunning. Maybe they were all wrong." And somewhere, underneath all that willpower, maybe he found something else. Just maybe. But he was going blind, so he could never be sure.

The ANBU tugged harshly at his arms, and he walked along, finding no strength to pull away and fight. He was tired, so tired—but he didn't know of what, or why.

He blinked as his vision blurred. Of all times for his eyes to fail him. Without them, he might as well be near useless.

And then he realized that he wasn't going blind. Not really, anyway. Not when a sharp wind blew at them, and he found that his cheeks were wet.

What was happening to him?

The last image of her in his mind was her cold, hard, exterior as she turned him in. Maybe what he was feeling now was what she had always referred to when he kept up his harsh façade. Never showing the least bit emotion, always acting as if he didn't care.

He never paid much heed, but now he wondered—did she ever care?

There was this one time where he had found her crying—the day after he killed Sasuke. She was bawling like a little child; the amount of tears she had shed was absolutely ludicrous.

But it seemed he was crying exactly the same way right now.

Haruno Sakura was a betrayer. Just like him, turning on everyone and destroying others' lives. Haruno Sakura was a medic, always the healer of injuries, physical or mental, exterior or interior. Haruno Sakura was just an ordinary girl, but dammit, as much as he had denied it, he cared about her and what she goddamn did.

And him? He was nothing more than a fool.

A/N: Well, the next chapter is up.

Admittedly, I wrote this in a time span of fifteen minutes, and it might not be that great. But I always write like that; spur of the moment/inspiration kind of thing.

It's also unfortunate to say, but I could update a lot faster, if I didn't write so goddamn much. I've been working on a (now complete and soon to be completely posted) SasuSaku. If you're a fan of that pairing, check out Dreams. And now, I'm working on another ItaSaku oneshot, along with an ItaSaku series. So please don't kill me.

Oh, and a SasuSaku AU. Er, yeah.

If you've got something to say, tell me. I like feedback, like every other writer, I think. :)