Summary: He left again. It didn't make a difference that he had convinced the Hokage to make it official mission. The fact is he left. And he didn't even have the guts to say good bye face to face. Who needs a stupid letter?
Warnings: Yaoi Lemons MPreg Angst Swearing
Rating: Mature
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights, nor do I wish to own the rights to Naruto or its characters

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Letters

Chapter Six

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Why is it so dark?

Sasuke?

I don't want to leave...

No!

I'm not ready to leave...

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Naruto stared. Not a muscle of his moved, clothing untouched by the breeze.

"Itachi..."

The robe clad figure inched closer, breath coming in short pants. He flinched as tortured eyes gazed at him imploringly.

Clutching his stomach, he prepared to run. At this point in time fear was over-clouding his knowledge that escape was futile. His head whipped back at a gasped word.

"Wait."

Itachi staggered forward, his boding hunched.

"Please..."

"What do you want from me?" Naruto whispered quietly.

"Just for you to listen."

Naruto did not question why Itachi was in pain when this was only an illusion; did not try to guess why his mind had yet to attack him. He just sat.

And waited.

His senses had come back to him and he knew there was no way out. Even if he could fight, it would only be against his own mind. His best bet was to play along and maybe, just maybe, he would come out of this with his mind. As much as he wanted to fight, he realised that it wasn't only his life that was riding on his victory.

He rubbed gentle circles into his swollen stomach. No. Not just his life.

"Okay."

He watched as relief flooded Itachi's pain ridden face.

"I am dying."

Other than the imperceptible widening of Naruto's eyes, no one would have guessed that Itachi had spoken of anything other than the fact that the sun sets in the west. "When you awaken, Sasuke will have already killed me. You must convince him to take my eyes for his own. If he does not, our little family 'gift' will blind him. The more he uses, the quicker his sight will leave him."

This was all spoken in the most nonchalant of ways. No bitterness. Merely a person speaking of trivial things such as the weather.

"I won't."

"And why is that?" Suddenly Itachi seemed to become more desperate. Naruto knew he was a man who had almost run out of time.

"I don't trust you. You know as well as I do how easily this could be a trap."

"If you are not willing to trust me now, at least preserve my eyes or my body, so that when his sight begins to fade, you will have the option; so you do not have to watch him die inside as his body cripples on the outside."

Naruto was at a loss. What trap could Itachi have set for them? What if what he spoke was true? The risk was great, but could he really do anything but give in? He knew all too well what blindness would do to Sasuke. He wouldn't be able to handle it. It would crush his spirit. And at the same time, there was no way Sasuke would stop using his sharingan completely. On missions, when the situation became life or death, he would use it. No matter what, Sasuke would lose his sight. Be it over 5 or 30 years, it would happen. If anything, the longer route would just drive Sasuke crazy.

"Time for thinking is long gone. You'll be back with my dear brother very soon."

Naruto watched as Itachi's figure lost definition, as if Naruto was looking through a condensed window.

"Wait! Why? If what you say is true, why are you even telling me?"

He was confused. Nothing was making sense!

Itachi allowed a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth. It couldn't even be called a smile.

"Though he will never believe it, and ask that you never tell him, I do love him. He will always be my little brother. I am dying. What do I need my eyes for anyway?"

With that Naruto felt himself being pulled into consciousness. But there was so much more he wanted know What did Itachi mean by that? He loved Sasuke? But he couldn't! He'd murdered everyone... He couldn't... He coul-

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"NOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Sasuke made to run forward and grab Naruto.

"Stop. Touch him and he will not awaken, little brother."

Sasuke stilled mid step, growling.

Itachi kneeled beside a crumpled Naruto, his hand gently brushing against a swollen abdomen.

Sasuke inched closer, disgusted by the sight of his older brother touching what was not his. Itachi played with blond hair, eyes never once disconnecting from Naruto's.

"You won't ever be strong enough to look after him, little brother. And that... is merely a fact." He rose, slowly turning to face Sasuke.

"You can't save him."

With that, Sasuke lunged; anger etched into every line on his face.

"I will kill you now! You won't take anything more from me! I won't let you!"

Sasuke watched in horror as Itachi's arms readied themselves to snap the precious neck in which they held, his hand reflexively throwing a kunai at his target as he sprinted forward.

Three steps in he faltered. What?

It was so anticlimactic. This had to be some sort of hallucination.

No battle to the death. No screams of betrayal.

No chance to ask "why?".

This was so screwed up. How could a kunai – a KUNAI – bring about the death of Uchiha Itachi.

Sasuke fell to his knees, nature clawing at his skin.

This was just too easy.

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A/N

Somebody kill me now! Ahhhhhh!.

It's so short and I'm so sorry. Normally I wouldn't disgust the wonderful people who read this story with such a short (and LATE) chapter, but I haven't updated in months and I knew I really needed to update it with something. Arrrrgh!

I'm having such a block with this baby. Don't know what's wrong. Can somebody, ANYBODY, please help me?!

I would love you forever!

I never wanted to be the author that gave up on a story, but with the way it's going, I'm either going to severely late with every update, or it's going on hiatus. I just don't know what to do.

I've always said that I write for myself (though I still adore and appreciate every reader) but I don't want push away the people who have followed this story (as short as it is) for this past –almost- year. That just wouldn't be even close to fair.

I promise to try, but I just don't know what to do XC

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