A/N:Sorry this took so long, *hangs head* also it's not as long... and I suck at writing romance....I'm sooorrrry......

Chapter 2- Losing Grip

/Lost in the DARKNESS

Try to find your way home

I want to embrace you

And never let you GO/

I feel me eyes close softly, blond lashes resting against my pale skin. The breath that rushes through my lips is warm and gasping. Blush tints my cheeks, painting them a light pink.

Itachi's rough fingertips touch my face, his calloused hand cupping my head. His lower fingers tickle my neck, the upper ones reaching for the back of my head. The fingers part my hair so gently, touching my scalp.

The feel in the small room is incredible, and I can't stand it, can't stand to wait. My body curves to fit Itachi's and I clutch the young man to me, our lips connect and the effect is instantaneous. AS soon as the kiss begins a wild feeling like electricity races through me.

I can practically hear it buzzing. But now Itachi is wrapped around me and I forget everything, because nothing matters except him.

We break apart and I open my eyes. I take an unsteady breath and stare into those gleaming onyx eyes.

Itachi sits back and a teasing smirk flashes across his lip. "You like that, huh?" he says softly, taking a strand of my hair and twisting it around his finger.

I stare into his hypnotizing eyes and struggle to regain my composure. Yes, I like that. I like that a lot.

I am sprawled on my futon, limbs in every direction. I stare up to the ceiling with the dented light bulb hanging from it.

My breath comes out warm against my cheeks, and I think the window is open. As I stand up to close it, the cold night air wraps itself around me and I can feel the goose bumps spread over my pale thighs.

I reach the window and grip the sill, leaning out into the night. The moon is huge. It's not full, but it's close. It gives off so much light, and I can feel it on the curves of my face.

I sigh, slam down the window and pretend not to hear the loud crash that follows.

I walk softly to my bed, pulling back the covers and shoving my feet underneath them. I pull the covers up to my chin and shove my hands under my body in an attempt to warm them.

Oh God, how much I need him.

It's only been a day and already I feel like my heart is being ripped out. That is seriously Not Good.

I just can't accept it. It's like my brain knows he's dead, but my heart refuses to believe it.

I know he's here somewhere, I just can't give up. I just have to keep looking.

/Wherever you are

I won't stop SEARCHING/

I can feel the tears welling up, and I almost reach up to wipe them away, but what's the point.

It's not like there's anyone here to see.

So I stare into the darkness and let the tears fall. They slide down my face and onto the pillow.

Sometime during the night, my eyes close, and I drift off into an uneasy sleep.

I wake in the middle of the night, covered in sweat, from a nightmare.

All I can remember is that it involved blood. Or maybe that's all I want to remember.

But a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach tells me exactly who that blood belonged to.

...Itachi...

My slide closed as I wait for the sick feeling to leave.

Sometimes I feel like I'm falling, falling and falling down a tunnel that just keeps getting narrower and narrower.

And then it starts to get harder to breath, and I panic, and I'm just falling and falling and never hitting the ground...

I'm starting to doubt I can make it through the night.

/Lost in the DARKNESS

Try to find your way home/

It is about two in the morning when I decide to raid Itachi's room.

I want to see him, but I cannot, so I must settle for seeing those memories.

I pull back the thick black covers and expose my legs once again to the cool night air. Putting my cold feet on the ground, I tiptoe over the still sleeping Uchiha to the closet and pull on an old green robe. He used to like this one.

I'm exhausted, but I can't sleep. Memories haunt me.

Besides, I stayed up to ungodly hours administering medical treatment to a half dead boy. Stuff like that can really do you in.

It's not like I'm even good at that medical stuff.

Itachi would've been better. But then, Itachi actually cared.

Which is more than I can say.

But Itachi actually loved Sasuke, obviously more than he cared for me, to go and leave me all alone like that.

//Stop it, Deidara,// says a little voice inside my head. //You know he cared for you too, but he felt so guilty about what he did to Sasuke.//

I tell it to shut up, and open the door, as quietly as possible.

//And, family first, you know. // the voice adds.

I roll my eyes. 'Family first? That'sso.....so...'

//Old fashioned?//

'Yeah...'

What, so now it's answering my thoughts?

//Yep!// It says proudly.

I really hate that little voice. It's stupid and it sounds like a weird mixture of Pein and Hidan.

"Gimme a break," I say, out loud.

//First sign of madness, talking to your own head,// Pein/Hidan/my conscience warns.

"Whatever," I mutter.

I walk the rest of the way in silence, hands shoved in my pockets and lost inside my thought.

I stop in front of Itachi's door and take a deep breath. I've done this a thousand times but suddenly I'm so nervous.

I place my hand on the doorknob, turn slowly to the right, and push inwards. The door swings open with an eerie "creeaak."

And suddenly I see Itachi, sitting on the bed bent over his favorite picture of his family. Black hair hangs in strands, obscuring his face. His eyes are clouded and sad. I tap my foot impatiently, and he looks up, his eyes widening and his sullen face breaking into a smile as he sees who it is.

I love the fact that I can bring that beautiful smile to his face.

I grin back and run towards him.

/I want to embrace you

And never let you GO/

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