There was no one inside the house.

That was what it seemed when Sasuke arrived at his brother's place but he knew better. Itachi had always been the kind of person who spent his time on his office and Sasuke had found him there. He was standing beside the window with a drink on his hand showing no sign of awareness of Sasuke's arrival. There was this aura of sadness clouding him as he looked outside the window and it was reflected in his eyes when he turned to his brother but Sasuke was too overwhelmed by his own grief to notice.

His heart was beating faster as thousand questions sprang inside his head.

Could he really kill his brother?

He could.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Could he?

It was decided. He should. For Sakura, for the woman he loved, he would.

Then he remembered something from the past. It was their memories. Itachi used to carry him when they were young and he would always fell asleep on his brother's back. When their father was not around, Itachi always fill in his place. He grew up wanting to be like his brother but it had all been changed now.

He sighed weary and sad, before staring at Itachi's eyes. This time, he noticed the sorrow in his brother's stare and for a few while they remained staring at each other. After a long reign of silence, Itachi spoke.

"I supposed she had already told you."

The way he said it and the smirk that formed in his mouth made Sasuke boil in rage. All his hesitations vanished and all he wanted to do was to kill his brother. So, it was true. He was part of Sakura's rape. He clenched his fist. Suddenly, he realized that the sadness he saw just a while ago was just a figment of his imagination. He suddenly remembered that his brother also loved to feign emotions just to taunt him.

Calm down, Sasuke. Not yet, not just yet.

"Yes, my dear little brother, I raped your wife. Now that you know, what are you going to do?"

Itachi took a sip of his drink with the smirk on his face.

There was a gunshot that followed.

Silence, then the annoying voice of Itachi spoke again.

"My,my brother your patience still sucks." He was wiping the blood from his face with his good hand because his other hand, the one holding the glass, was shot and the fragments of the glass hit his face turning it into a bloody sight. And what he was seeing infuriated Sasuke even more.

He grabbed Itachi's shirt and with all his strength hit him in the face. They lost balance and fell to the ground but Sasuke never ceased on punching his brother's face. He was so engulfed in his anger that he failed to notice that Itachi was not fighting back.

"You should—" Itachi tried to speak but was cut off by Sasuke's punch. "—gouge my eyes out. It's—" He spoke between Sasuke's punches. "—her favorite part of me."

With that said, Sasuke stopped hitting his brother.

"What do you mean 'her favorite part'?"

"She…loves to look into my eyes. I don't deserve these…eyes. These eyes don't…deserve her admiration. After that, kill me Sasuke, I deserve to die. We used to be lovers...used to be."

Sasuke need not to because after saying that Itachi died.

Her revenge was done but something in his head told him that he was not satisfied. And as he looked at the burning house of his brother the thousand questions sprang again

The sound of piano music greeted his ears when he came home.

It was Sakura and he wondered why she was still up or why she was playing the piano. When he entered the music room, her gaze fell on the blood on his shirt and as if on cue he saw, with the help of the moonlight streaming from the window, the tears cascading down her cheeks.

"It's almost done." She murmured.

"It's done." He corrected.

She shook her head and as she rose from the seat of the piano Sasuke began to think how much he had fallen in love with this woman. He killed his brother for her…he killed his brother for her.

Sakura walked towards him with her one hand behind her. Something told Sasuke that it wouldn't be good whatever she was hiding but he forgot that when she cupped his face with her visible hand and tip-toed to kiss him. They remained that way for a while before she pulled back and just embraced him very tight.

Then, she murmured "You must die too." and before Sasuke realized it Sakura had stabbed him with the knife she was holding.

"I love you, Sasuke. But if it weren't for you, Itachi might have rescued me. I might have been saved."

She turned and walked away crying but before she took her third step, she fell on the floor with the sound of a gunshot resounding in the air.

"I love you too." Sasuke said while looking at his lifeless wife for one last time.

-The End-

A/N: Aren't they crazy?