'I remember those days when he used to let me ride his back. Those were only few of the days that I will surely miss once I pull the trigger of this gun against his head.'


Nii-san...could I really kill you?

It was the question that had been bothering him over and over again for these past few months and still he couldn't find the right answer.

Should he or should he not?

Could he really point the end of the gun at his brother just to make her happy?

He could...all he needed was an assurance that his brother was really one of the culprits.

Just one confirmation...and his nii-san would die.

It stung. The idea of putting stop to his brother's existence was hurting him and his conscience...but the image of his brother violating Sakura was enough to kill the pain and guilt of killing someone related by blood.

Just a single proof...

And it came to him just like a dog following to his master.

I promised...I won't tell them. I won't. Itachi-san...

The proof rolled of in his wife's own mouth...she was trying to protect his brother. That was all he needed. Even in her sleep she couldn't forget her promised, Itachi must have frightened her that much.

Just merely recalling how her life had become miserable made his blood to boil in deep and bitter hatred.

He got his gun out of its hiding place. It had been unused for a year...could he really shoot his brother?

That question again...he could.

And even if he couldn't he was determined to give it a shot.

'I'm sorry Itachi, but when you wronged Sakura you were no longer my brother.'

He looked at his gun and remembered the faces of those he killed. They were not wearing a remorseful look when they died. They still possessed that so-full-of-themselves smirk.

He failed to wipe it off of their faces but still he managed to eradicate them and that was more an achievement than to successfully make them frown.

And tomorrow it would be his brother's turn. However, he'd make sure that he wouldn't smirk at his death.

So that was why Sakura shook terribly. Itachi hadn't just raped her like the other men; he also forced her to remain silent.

He clenched his fist, so tight that his knuckles turned white.

Itachi deserved a different method of facing death.

Blood relatives should be treated differently from those who were not. They should be given priority for you could never replace them the way you changed friends. That was an unwritten family code and that can also be applied in killing a relative.

Itachi's death was going to be different. The answer has been finally found.


Meanwhile...

Itachi was staring at the broken shards of glass that scattered on the floor.

"Sasuke had found out."

A bitter smirk curled at the corner of his mouth.

Sakura was careless.


A/N: Thank you for reading...there I gave you a very little hint.