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It's been a while but, Slyvia is BACK!

Well, i really like this story and its different but it doesn't have very many reviews. I'd like to continue it but, i don't know if i will post it.

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She swallowed her tears and ran back to her home.

She found Itachi still standing on the balcony, looking out into the dark sky. Quickly she ran into his arms, circling her arms around his waist and digging her face into his shirt.

"Sakura," Itachi said, startled, "I'm-"

Quickly she tightened her hold on Itachi's waist, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she cried into the fabric of his shirt as he slowly rubbed her back.

"Don't be," he whispered as he laid his head on top of hers, "its okay."

"I want them back," she whispered.

"I know," he caressed her cheek, "Sasuke was my brother and Kakashi was my friend," he stated, "I miss them just as much as you do."

She looked up at Itachi's face. She almost gasped.

His eyes were tired, worn out. His frame had shrunk as his skin grew pale. He looked like he as going to pass out as he stared down at her.

It wasn't the mission that made him that way.

'It's me,' she thought horrified, 'It's me.'

Why couldn't she get over their deaths? Itachi was right. Sasuke and Kakashi didn't have to save her life, but they did.

He was right, he was always right.

Sakura looked up into his eyes and saw that flicker. That flicker of passion and silent prayer.

She smiled. A true smile, one that she had not shown for three years.

"Sakura," Itachi started, "I'm sorry I hit-"

"No," Sakura sniffled, wiping away her tears, "I...needed that."

Her husband quirked an eyebrow as Sakura tightened her hold around his waist, "I'll be better," she confessed, "I...I'll...try, I promise."

Itachi gave a small smile at his wife's wide eyed confession. She acted as if she was a child who had just broken a vase, crying about being punished. He inwardly laughed at her scared expression, as if he was going to leave her or put her in the cornor.

"Sakura, it's-"

"No," she stopped him, "I don't want to be this way anymore. I hate this!" she cried.

Itachi stared down at his petite wife, shaking and clutching the fabric of his shirt, "I hate what I've done to you! I...I didn't...I never-"

"Sakura," Itachi softly stated, "stop it. You never did anything-"

"Yes I did!" she retorted, "I...I.. just missed them and...I took it out on you! I didn't want to hurt you, I just...it just-"

"Listen to me," Itachi frowned as he cupped his wife's face in between his hands.

"But-"

"Just listen," Itachi firmly said, "I understand, I miss them too. I'm sorry."

"What?" Sakura asked as she looked into his tired onyx eyes, "What do you have to be sorry about?"

"I should've done more..." he trailed, "I never talked to you about it because I couldn't get past their deaths. I never knew what to say to you."

"..."

"Sakura, they're gone," Itachi whispered, "and they're not coming back."

Sakura's eyes widened, even after three years, she still hoped they would somehow rise from the dead and live again. She hoped and prayed but, it was never going to happen.

"I know," she whispered back, "I...I...don't leave," she blurted out.

"What?"

"Please," she begged, "I need you, please don't leave me. I...I don't know how to..."

"I'm not leaving," Itachi shook his head, "I'll never leave."

He lightly kissed Sakura's head as he led her back into their home.

Sakura sat down on their bed as Itachi took off his ninja attire. He unclipped his ANBU chest plate and let it fall to the ground as he removed his shin and elbow guards, letting them all fall to the floor. He pulled his dark shirt over his head and tossed it on the dresser as he slipped out of his pants, leaving him only in his black boxers. It was the first time Sakura actually watched him undress, never had she been bothered to stare at his body.

Itachi pretended he didn't notice.

Sakura smirked at his playfulness and walked over to him, wrapping her arms around his waist and kissing his shoulder. She'd never been the one to go to him; it was always Itachi who kissed her, who undressed her, who made love to her first.

He ran his hands over her thin arms around his waist, "I'm tired," he whispered.

"Me too," she replied as she grabbed his hand in hers.

He smiled as she led him over to their bed, pulling him underneath the covers.

Itachi lay on his side and propped himself up on his elbow, studying her features as she stared back at him.

'Whatever happened out there,' he thought, 'something's changed.'

Silently she reached out her hand and touched the side of his face; it was like she was seeing him for the first time. Never had she shown much affection towards him but, something was happening.

Something was changing; the heart that had crumbled and withered away seemed to be pulling itself back together. The light in her jade eyes started to glow again as she ran a finger up the side of his cheek, feeling his smooth skin beneath her touch.

She studied his features, he really was handsome.

She looked into his eyes as he caught her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing each finger lightly.

Smiling, she used her other hand to pull the back of his head down to hers. Softly, she kissed his lips.

"Sakura," Itachi smiled against her mouth as she rested her forehead against his.

"I love you," she whispered.

His eyes widened, she'd never said those words to him first. She had always responded when he said he loved her, almost mechanically as if she thought she had to. He knew she never meant it and yet he let himself be lulled into a false life, one in which she would smile and hug him when he came back from a mission, to make his bed warm by her presence and make love to him with her heart. That was the world he wished for.

Everyday he came home he wished she had smiled and run to him, asking about his day, like a real loving wife but, she never did. She would look over to him and tell him she made his food. He would simply nod and eat while she cleaned the house or went for a walk. Never did she ask him to help or come with her.

It seemed like things were finally turning around and for that, Itachi was truly grateful.

He smiled, "I love you too."

She meant it, for once in her life, she meant it. She knew Itachi loved her, she always knew. It was plastered on his face every day he came home from a mission and her face brought a smile to his. She could see it every night he pulled her into his embrace after they had made love. It hurt to see him smile when he walked into their home and then realize that the world he was living in, wasn't real.

Never had she smiled back at him after a mission or when they slept together, she always gave him indifferent responses and gestures, as if it didn't matter what he did. In actuality, it never did. She couldn't have cared less for what mission he went on or what injury he got, death meant nothing to her anymore, if she loved him, she would worry and fret while he was gone. She would wait by the gates like all the others, as she deemed them, hopelessly blind women.

If she loved him, he would die and she would feel pain again. It was better to never notice or care for him, that way if he did die, she wouldn't hurt.

That idea seemed ludicrous now.

"I'm sorry," she whispered as a tear rolled down the side of her face.

How could two words be enough to explain? She had often wished she had died along with Sasuke and Kakashi. She knew that she was being overly dramatic and dwelled too much on their deaths; she was a shinobi, like them, after all, but the thoughts never left her mind.

When she became angry, and Itachi comforted her, she often wished he died. She cried even harder when she thought that. Itachi dying never appealed to her, if anything, all she wanted was for him to be happy. It never made sense to her why he stayed or cared but, she accepted it.

"I don't blame you," Itachi said as he looked into her eyes.

She wanted to yell at him, make him angry and frustrated with her, anything to feel better. If he was angry, then she could receive the punishment she deserved.

But she didn't see anger or annoyance in his eyes. No, she saw love and hope. The very things Sakura had lost, she saw in him. His gaze never faltered as he gave her a silent response.

He really didn't blame her, and she knew that now.

"Can we start over?" She asked abruptly.

Itachi craned his head in confusion but, then smiled, "Yeah."

She smiled again and pulled him down onto her. His upper body covered hers as he tried to support himself on either side of her body.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, he slowly lowered himself down to her. He knew she was silently telling him that she wanted to hold and support him: it was her turn to comfort him.

His arms rested behind her shoulders, pressing her body closer to his as he turned his head into her neck, lightly kissing the skin.

She let him lay against her upper chest as she ran her hands slowly through his hair, lightly massaging his head as he fell asleep.

Deep in his lovers arms.

Deep in his wife's heart.

He smiled into her collarbone as he drifted into sleep.

Okay, I know, really short chapter.

Don't worry, i have more to this story and Itachi, for the record, is WAY OOC! Don't shot or throw things at me! But in my defense, no one knows what he would be like if he didn't kill his clan, who knows? Maybe he would really be sweet and nice!

I like him in this story and for those who will review and say "Oh, that was corny or cheesy" Piss off!

I know it was:P, i was tired of writing Sakura as being all gloomy and depressed, so, the Itasakuness will beging next chappie and i have some lemons planned so, don't worry!

Peace out!

Slyvia

P.S. SCHOOL SUX BALLS BIG TIME!