Vanitas: Alright. Here's chapter two of The Fallen Raven
Sasuke: Again Vanitas does not own Naruto or any of us.
Itachi: *eats dango*
Vanitas: So cute.
Kakashi: Umm may I introduce this chapter?
Vanitas: No! Now go sit in the corner.
Summary:
Sasuke realizes his mistake in killing his brother after being told the Truth by Madara Uchiha (Tobi).
Feeling his guilt devouring his heart, Sasuke races back to the ruins of the Uchiha Hideout, and finds his brother alive, but barely clinging to life.
Desiring to save Itachi, Sasuke risks his freedom as a missing-nin by traveling to Konoha, and has an unexpected reunion with his former team and
sensei. Itachi Uchiha, upon recovering from his injuries, crosses paths with a lover that abandoned him eight years ago, several days before the Massacre of the
Uchiha Clan. Feeling regret for what he had done years ago, Kakashi Hatake attempts to win back the heart of former lover, but must win his trust first, and prove to
a certain brother that the love he has for the former Akatsuki is nothing but pure and true.
~Kakashi's P.O.V. ~
My little raven was suffering, and it was all my fault. I never wanted to leave my
beloved raven, my beautiful Itachi, alone. I loved him dearly, and desperately yearned
for him. Itachi had been everything I longed for, and I cast him aside, abandoning him
in the storm that night. I greatly yearned to hold my little raven in my arms once again.
Itachi had long ago cried himself to sleep, leaning heavily against the tree. He is so
beautiful, and I am a fool for abandoning him in his time of need. I knelt at eye level
with my former lover, his cheeks tear-stained, one partially blanketed with a small
bandage. It hurt me to see him covered in bandages, many over his eyes and around his
head, others hidden beneath his clothing, but the wrappings around his arms were
plainly visible. Even injured, my precious raven was mesmerizing. "So beautiful..." I
stroked his bandaged cheek softly, surprised that his skin was still baby smooth after all
these years.
I held Itachi in my arms, still slim and small as he was when he was thirteen. He fit
perfectly in my arms, like the missing piece of a puzzle. His long raven hair pulled back
in a low ponytail, long bangs framing his young face, tear-troughs under his bandaged
eyes. His vision had deteriorated completely, the enchanting onyx pools were now
clouded with gray. When Iruka had informed of Itachi's condition, I had been relieved
that he was stable, but deeply wounded at the news that he was blind. Tsunade had
been flipping through various medical books, searching for a way to return Itachi his
sight, but thus far, she has been unsuccessful. She refused to give up, as Hokage of the
Hidden Leaf, she would not rest until Itachi is able to see again; Tsunade owes Itachi
that much after what the Elders had ordered the young anbu captain to do. "Itachi is a
shinobi who would do anything for his village. No one deserves better than he and
Sasuke. I will be searching for a way to cure Itachi of his blindness...until then...Kakashi,
I would like you to watch over the brothers...You owe him, Kakashi." Tsunade was right.
I owe Itachi so much after breaking his heart eight years ago. She knew very well that I
would do anything for my little raven. Itachi was my reason for living, and I will do
whatever it takes to keep him safe..and I will prove to Sasuke how much I truly care for
Itachi.
The sun had set and the moon had risen above the black sky. No doubt Sasuke
would be worried about Itachi. I carefully stood with Itachi in my arms, and calmly
begun my journey to the Uchiha Compound. He was very light for someone who was
21. His excessive weight loss was no doubt due to the illness he once had. The illness
that once drained his life was unknown since the disease was somehow removed by
Sasuke's comrade, Karin, and one of the members of Akatsuki. I can only imagine the
pain Itachi suffered from his illness. According to Sasuke, his brother's illness
consisted of excessive weight loss, fatigue, hemoptysis, a small appearance of heart
attacks, weakened limbs, and damaged nerves and blood vessels in his eyes, which is a
clear sign of overuse of the mangekyou sharingan. It was a mystery as to how the
illness had begun, and what forms of medication Itachi had taken to prolong his life,
long enough to hopefully die at the hands of his younger brother. The desire to atone
for the murders of innocent people he had killed had been so great that he had nearly
lost his sanity. So much suffering for someone who had been so young.
Itachi had lost his parents at such a young age. I too had my share of loved ones
lost under the duty of a shinobi. However, Itachi's loss was far more painful than my
own. Forced to kill his own kin for the safety of "The Village Hidden in the Leaves".
He was a shinobi with great honor and strong will, but was broken by a cruel mission.
An S-rank mission. The mission of killing his clan with his own hands. He was very
capable of slaughtering them effortlessly; however, the emotional pain had become too
great for his fragile mind. Itachi had still been a child. Too young to experience such a
great loss, and also loose the love of his younger brother in the process. His sanity
would have been lost if he had killed Sasuke that tragic night. Reminded that the pain
would end when he was killed by his younger brother, but also reminded that there
would be no love involved in their final battle. However, the great shinobi above gave
Itachi a second chance. A chance to redeem himself. Live happily with the younger
brother he had left behind.
I had never seen anyone suffer as much as the Uchiha Brothers. Sasuke's heart
burning with hate and the desire to kill his older brother. Itachi forced to live in exile
as an S-rank criminal, a soul damned by the village he had protected. Two innocent
people living cruel and pain-filled lives, a fate no one deserved. I want to take away
their pain, help them rebuild their torn lives, become true brothers as they were before.
But what I want most...is for my little raven to smile purely once more. Become the
carefree child he was long ago. But he is no longer a child, nor will he ever be again.
Itachi is a grown man, beautiful and strong, but shattered to the core. An angel fallen
from heaven. An angel who wanted nothing more than to live in peace with his family,
only for it to be taken away with such brutality. Everything he loved had been taken
from him. I only wished I realized how alone Itachi was, and how much he longed to
be loved as more than a mere prodigy. Why is it now that I see the light? Perhaps, I was
too blinded by my pride as a shinobi to see the only light I would ever need had been
standing in front of me...eight years ago...under a cruel storm with pain filled eyes.
~Itachi's P.O.V.~
Loneliness was a feeling I was very familiar with. It was a feeling I had lived with
for the past eight years. Living the life of criminal made me realize what I had given
up. Gave up my baby brother, turning him into an avenger to restore our clan's honor.
Left behind the village I once called "home". The village I tried so hard to protect had
turned their backs on me. For eight years, I wondered if everything I had done for the
Hidden Leaf had been for nothing. Leaving my baby brother had been the most
painful, breaking his trust in me with simple words; I regret so much. I had always
hoped time would change things for the better, but it took a turn for the worst. I had
lost everything. My family, the village, my baby brother, Kakashi, and my pride. My
person had become stained, contaminated by the blood I had spilled that terrible night,
and more. All I wanted was forgiveness. For Sasuke to forgive me, my father and
mother to forgive me for choosing the village over our clan, and everyone I had
wronged years ago.
I had cried myself to sleep thinking about Kakashi. I can never go a day without
mourning over the loss of what I had with him. I had always thought age did not put a
limit on love, but to Kakashi it had. I felt as though he had been ashamed of me.
Ashamed of himself for being in a relationship with a child. A thirteen year old anbu
captain involved with his partner who was twenty-two. To him, it seemed wrong and
dishonorable; however, for me...our relationship had been so much more. I loved him,
cherished him, placed him in a special place in my heart as I had done with Sasuke.
Yet, all the love between us, somehow vanished from his subconscious, and in its place
stood his pride as a shinobi. As the years went on, I had grown lonelier and more
heart-broken than I could ever imagine. The pain of forcing my precious otouto to hate
me, and the image of Kakashi abandoning me that fateful night was too much to bear.
The emotional pain I could not handle afterwards, my sanity had begun to fade, little
by little I soon forgot what the purpose of my actions were. All I knew was that I
wanted Sasuke to kill me, to take vengeance for our clan, and cleanse the Uchiha
name.
I soon felt warm and safe. This feeling felt familiar, but alias to me. A feeling I had
been yearning for since the moment I lost my will to love anyone other than Sasuke. I
awoke off the ground, and in the arms of my former lover. He had not changed since
our last encounter. My fingers brushed the vest of his jonin uniform, soon sliding my
hand up, feeling a mask shielding his beautiful face, and the feel of cool metal from
the slanted headband cloaking his lone sharingan eye, and hair still an admirable
silver-gray. "Kakashi?" This scenery must be a dream, it felt too real to be true, yet I
prayed he was truthfully here, I in his welcoming arms as I had been eight years ago.
"Hey..." He was troubled. Troubled by the sight of me. Was I still just a child to him, or
was I nothing but a memory now? I could feel my heart beginning to break once more.
I could not handle being in his arms, could not bear the pain I had held inside for so
long, could not stand to be near him now, not after all the tears I had cried that night
and years after. "Itachi...I...I'm so sorry." I trembled in his embrace. Pity. He was
pitying me. His pity was something I had feared years after he ended "us".
~Sasuke's P.O.V.~
My senses were on high alert. Itachi had not been in his room when I returned
from my "Chunin Acceptance" mission. I knew Itachi would become unsettled in being
trapped in our home all day, but it never occurred to me that he would go as far as to
venture out of the compound without my supervision. Well, my brother was never one
to depend on others much; however, I could not help but worry. Itachi is still gravely
injured and weak from the surgery Karin and Konan had performed. He was not at the
tea shop, his favorite spot in Konoha, nor was he at the academy, sitting on the swing.
There was only other place he could be, and I feared he would encounter HIM in that
area. *Please be safe, aniki.* I could never forgive my former sensei for what he had
done to Itachi that night eight years ago, nor do I ever want him anywhere near my
aniki; Itachi was my brother, and my ray of light, and tend to keep it as such.
My worst nightmare had been realized. There on the Training Grounds were my
brother and Kakashi. Itachi struggling weakly against Kakashi's grip on his right arm.
I become more livid when I caught sight of the tears cascading down my brother's face.
No should dare make my aniki cry; otherwise, they deal with me! "LET GO OF MY
ANIKI, HATAKE!" I had caught the jonin by surprise, and he ceased his hold on
Itachi. My brother was shaken, gripping his arm closely to his body, tears still
streaming beneath the bandages around his eyes. He looked so vulnerable and broken,
it pissed me off that Kakashi had been the cause. I caught my aniki in my arms before
his legs completely lost their strength; Itachi collapsed into my arms, gripping the front
of my shirt weakly with shaky hands. "S...Sasuke. I-I'm-" I pulled him flush against
my chest, cradling him softly until his crying ceased. "Shhh Shhh. It's alright, aniki.
I'm not angry." I petted my brother's hair gently, the way mother did whenever Itachi
was upset at our father, calming him down as best as I could. I settled my chin on his
head, continuing to rock my brother in my arms before glaring at my former sensei, my
chin remaining atop my brother's raven hair. "What did you do?!" I demanded coldly,
feeling Itachi flinch at my tone. I muttered an apology softly to him, his hands
tightening their hold on my shirt.
"You listen and you listen well, Hatake. If I ever catch you within ten feet of Itachi.
I will personally send you to the hospital in the worst condition of your life." I
threatened the older shinobi darkly. Without a response from Kakashi, I slid an arm
under Itachi's knees, and tighten the other around his shoulders, holding him in my
arms like my father had done when Itachi had been taken by fever that horrible night. I
look down onto my aniki and saw that he had cried himself to sleep. I felt my eyes
soften at the pure innocence he radiated. Itachi had always been gentle natured and
pure in heart, which is why I want Kakashi to stay away from him. I will not allow that
selfish jonin to taint my brother again, especially not after how broken Itachi became
when he told me Hatake had broken up with him. "Heed my warning, Hatake. If you
don't you can kiss your jonin pride goodbye." I hissed, walking away from the man
who had hurt my aniki, and returning to the Uchiha Compound to mend my older
brother's broken heart once more.
I tucked my aniki into bed, brushing his long bangs out of his face. In his sleep,
Itachi was as harmless as a kitten. I growled under my breath at the sight of that idiotic
Kakashi plush in my brother's arms. However, I could not blame him; that plush had
been the very first gift Itachi received from Kakashi when they begun to date. I could
still recall the glow of happiness in his eyes every time he saw it on his bed, perched
against his pillow when he returned from a meeting or anbu mission. "Sweet dreams,
Nii-san." I shut off the light of his room and pulled the door shut with a light 'click'.
I find myself in the living room, skimming through our family photo album; I
remember all the precious moments I had shared with aniki, I was the only one, within
our entire family, who was able to bring a smile to my brother's face. It still hurts to
believe that my gentle and peace-loving had killed our clan, but I remind myself that it
had been an order by that damn Danzo and the ignorant Elders. "Aniki...I'm so
sorry..." The guilt of nearly killing my brother ate at my heart. I can still remember
how much it pained me to see my brother lying half-dead on the ground. My anger had
vanished the moment I had seen that genuine smile on his face, and the knowledge of
Itachi killing our clan to protect me, only built upon the guilt I felt in my heart.
My nii-san is precious to me, and I would do anything to keep him safe and by my
side. If I had not been told the truth about Itachi...I would have lost my only family.
Itachi had sacrificed so much for me. He gave up his position as anbu captain, and
pride as a shinobi of the Hidden Leaf, and lived with the pain of leaving me behind to
fend for myself. I was utterly hurt when aniki had disappeared from Konoha after I lost
consciousness under the influence of his Mangekyo Sharingan. I look back on that
night and remember seeing Itachi cry after I knocked his headband off with a kunai.
Maybe that was the reason I could not fully bring myself to hate Itachi. Seeing my
brother shed tears like that brought sense back into my subconscious. I feel as though
he forgave me too quickly, yet he can never be angry with me for anything. Itachi is
always gentle and caring towards me. I was foolish to believe that my brother did not
care about me when all the times we encountered each other, he never once dealt me
any fatal damage. The only painful thing he had ever done was use Tsukuyomi against
me, and made me relive the slaughter of our clan. The memory of it still burned in my
mind, but now I see it was the only way to keep me safe from his partner, and not cause
me so much harm.
I assisted my brother down the steps of our home and into the dinning room. He
was still weak from the waist down, but can somehow manage a few short strides on his
own. The most my brother can manage on his own would be from his bed to his
personal washroom before his legs completely loss their strength. My aniki was
ashamed of his weakness, but I assured him that it was nothing that should disturb him
much. I decided I would make aniki's favorite dinner this evening, cabbage and onigiri
with seaweed inside. I even went as far as to purchase a few sticks of dango for aniki
while he slept. I had been afraid that my brother would awake before I returned home
from the tea shop, but was relieved that Itachi had woke after I had finished cooking
dinner.
After the dishes were cleaned, Itachi and I retired to his room for the rest of the
night. My aniki was quickly overcome with sleep, he deserved his rest after his
encounter with my former sensei. It still angered me that Kakashi had made my brother
cry, no one should dare upset my aniki; I vowed that anyone who caused my nii-san to
shed tears would face my wrath, and Kakashi was no exception in this matter.
"Otouto...Please don't hurt, Kakashi." I was stunned. Why was my brother begging me
not to pulverize that inconsiderate jonin?! I suppose it should be expected, Itachi
always has been a peacekeeper and pacifist against violence and killing. However, as
much as it pains me to go against my aniki's wishes, I will not stand aside and allow
that jonin to walk off unscathed. "Forgive me, Nii-san. This is one request I can't
accept, I know you don't approve of violence, but I'm going to allow Kakashi to get
away with upsetting you." My aniki sighed softly. He knows once I've made up my
mind, changing it is a far greater battle than when we fought back at the Uchiha
Hideout. "Just...don't hurt him too badly. I don't want to have deal with enraged jonin
chasing me because of what you've done." Strange sense of humor as always, aniki.
~Sakura's P.O.V.~
I always considered Sasuke's brother handsome even though I had never met him
in person until now. I could sense his discomfort, he is still not accustomed to being
around anyone other than Sasuke. I sneak a peek at him from the corner of my eye and
felt the heat rush to my cheeks. His skin was smooth minus the small bandage on his
right cheek, hair beautifully pulled into a low loose pony tail. I do not know how luring
his eyes truly are, but those who have seen the pools hidden beneath the bandages have
said that 'they are the most beautiful shade of obsidian'. I am well aware of how
captivating an Uchiha's eyes can be, but as detailed as Sasuke had explained, his
brother's eyes are the most enchanting orbs he had ever seen. I can only imagine how
mesmerizing my former teammate's older brother's eyes can be. All I can picture are
dark eyes like Sasuke, but with more gentleness and glow within them. Itachi Uchiha is
breath-taking, beautiful beyond words. I can understand why no one would be able to
resist his beauty.
"Sakura...Can you...please not stare at me so much? It...It makes feel
uncomfortable." I quickly excused my rudeness. I had ultimately forgotten that he is
still very aware of his surroundings even without his eyes. "My apologies, Itachi-san."
I could hear a soft chuckle escape his lips, my face feeling warmer than before. I could
not help but smile at the display of innocence. I have heard that he is very pure in
heart, innocent like a tiny sapling, gentle as his mother had been, but strong and full of
great will as his father. It made me wondered why he was treated differently when he
was thirteen. Kakashi sensei had once told me that it was because Itachi was to be the
leader of the Uchiha Clan one day, and Lord Fugaku had disciplined him at an early
age, never allowing his son to enjoy his childhood, which saddened me greatly. I see
now why he loves Sasuke dearly. Perhaps, Sasuke was the only one who did not treat
Itachi like a genius, but treated him like a brother, and someone he could look up to as
a role model. "Itachi-san. Would you-Would you like to take a stroll through the village
market? Perhaps, I could treat you to some tea and dango." I laughed softly as his
posture radiated joy at the mention of dango. Sasuke had not been lying when he said
his brother absolutely loved dango.
I guided Itachi through the busy streets of Konoha. His hand in mine, and my
other on his shoulder. He appeared to have slightly grown accustomed to my company.
Many of the people along street greeted Itachi with gentle words, I acknowledge each
person as did Itachi, his lips upturned in a weak smile—he almost seemed embarrassed
by the endless greetings. "Good morning, Sakura-chan. Hello, Itachi-san." I smiled
softly at Hinata, she was always very well-mannered and gentle. She generously gave
Itachi a beautiful red rose. I watched in awe as he trailed his fingers lightly over the
bright ruby petals before taking it slowly out of Hinata's hands. "Thank you,
Hinata-chan." Hinata giggled adorably and blushed. Itachi adored Hinata for her
kind-nature, she somehow brought out the innocent child he was before, which greatly
pleased Sasuke whenever he was present. "You're very welcome, Itachi-san. A pleasant
day to you both." With one last smile, Hinata jogged slowly through the crowd, leaving
me alone with Itachi once more. "Lovely girl that Hinata." Itachi beamed innocently,
smelling the rose in his hand lightly before I took his unoccupied hand and continued
leading him through the market.
I sipped my green tea quietly as Itachi enjoyed his sticks of dango. I never knew an
Uchiha who possessed such a sweet-tooth as innocent Itachi. I did not mind that he
indulged himself in dango, I found quite cute, especially for a male who was
twenty-one. I almost forget that he is much like a child now, lost without his sight but
not helpless. However, he is broken inside. Sasuke had strictly commanded me to not
allow Kakashi within 5 feet of his brother. I questioned his reason for this action, but
all he told was "Kakashi, hurt my brother eight years ago. Itachi was never the seem
afterwards. Keep Kakashi as far away from my aniki as possible...I don't want him to go
through more pain than he already has." The dispassion in his eyes sent shivers down
my spine, I had never seen him so livid before; I can only assume that the manner in
which Kakashi hurt Itachi had been terrible. I suppose this must be the reason for his
anti-social and hostility towards our sensei through the course of team's development.
"Itachi-san." I glanced beside and was shocked. "Oh no. Not again." This had been
the third time today that Itachi has given me the slip. If I don't find Itachi by the time
Sasuke returns, he'll serve my head on a silver platter! This is one of the many times
I curse myself for not being more aware of my surroundings when in deep thought.
~Itachi's P.O.V.~
It felt very calming to be alone. I do enjoy the pinkette's company, but I know, deep
down, the question of what occurred between Kakashi and I years ago would slip at
some point. Besides, I want to enjoy myself for now, and not worry about being asked
accidental questions about my personal thoughts and life. Otouto will quite upset with
me when he discovers that I scurried away from my babysitter; I am a grown man for
Kami's sake! I do not require a babysitter! But I also must remind myself that I owe
Sasuke for saving my life. "Itachi. What are you doing in the market all alone?" I felt
my heart freeze, my throat suddenly went dry, and I could feel my body begin to shiver.
No, I must keep my emotions under control. I will not give him that satisfaction of
seeing me shed tears again. "What do you want, Hatake?" I know I am being harsh
with him at the moment, but I very much do not want to be near him, nor try to be civil
with someone who chose pride over "us".
"Itachi...I know you're crossed with me, but I..." Lost for words, typical. He always
had the problem of speaking his mind. He was never one to easily express his thoughts
orally. I rather keep my thoughts to myself. The only person who ever knows what I am
truly thinking is my baby brother. As far as I can recall, Sasuke had been there for me
when HE left, no...abandon me that fateful night. Sasuke would try his best to make me
smile, he even went as far as to purchase dango with his allowance. The dango did
make me feel slightly better, especially since it was a gift from my otouto. After a while
I was rather happy again, but nothing could mend or fill the emptiness deep within the
depths of my wounded heart. "Just go away, Hatake..." Merely seeing him brings back
the pain I had endured for so long. I felt his hand wrap around my wrist, and pull me
gentle towards him. I tried to push away from him, but he soon enveloped in a warm
embrace, pulling me flush against his chest. My cheeks grew warm and my throat
became drier. After so many years, he can still make me feel this way. "Please, my little
raven. I love you." I watched him pull his mask down to his neck, flawless cream skin
shinning in the sunlight, and soon his smooth lips met my own. The kiss was innocent
and gentle, but my heart could not take such affection from him at the moment. My
mind could not process what had happened until the sound of my otouto's voice
reached my ears.
~Sasuke's P.O.V. ~
"I thought I told you to stay away from aniki!" I could not believe that damn
jonin dared to lay his lips on my aniki. From now on, my brother will be in no one's
care but my own. I pulled my aniki close, holding him firmly against my form, his back
pressing into my chest. I soon smiled in satisfaction when Sakura stomped towards us,
slamming her fist into Kakashi's cheek. I had thought he would have blocked her
attack, but shockingly he took the hit. I hauled my aniki away from Sakura as she
proceeded in beating a lesson into Kakashi for coming near Itachi. I promised Itachi I
would not harm my former sensei, but he never said anyone else could not punish
Kakashi instead.
My aniki shivered in my arms. Shaken from Kakashi kissing him after abandoning
him years ago. The thought irked me to no end, I truly wanted to chidori that damn
jonin's arse into the ground for harming my aniki emotionally. Sakura had dropped by
moments ago to apologize for not paying more attention to my brother. I forgave the
pinkette since it was not her fault my brother was not comfortable with anyone other
than myself. Being blind has left my brother paranoid, and terrified of not being able to
avoid Kakashi skillfully like before; Kakashi did not deserve my brother, nor did he
deserve a chance to win my aniki back. "Shhh Shhh. It's all over, aniki. From now on,
I'll be the only who will watch over you." I could Itachi's hands clenching my shirt,
clinging to me for dear life; I had never seen my brother look so afraid, but then I
remember he is blind and emotionally unstable. However, my brother can be very
strong both physically and mentally, yet he is sensitive and easily hurt inside. I know
my brother still loves Kakashi, it's overly obvious, but he isn't ready to allow him back
into his life, especially if the pervert jonin forces himself on Itachi.
The following morning, I found my aniki in the woods, practicing his taijutsu and
shurikenjutsu. I admired my brother's skills for several moments, knowing full well
that he was aware of my presence, but nothing ever distraught Itachi from his training.
My brother never missed a target. His skills go beyond that of the legendary sannin, the
three shinobi of legend. Ever kunai met its mark, each one hitting the targets in the
center, even the one he had hidden in a blind spot. I remember the first time I witnessed
my aniki performing his shurikenjutsu when we were younger. "You never miss a
target, nii-san." I could see the ends of my brother's lips upturn slightly, it pleased me
to see that I was the only one able to bring a smile to nii-san's face. I only hope I will
be able to full mend his broken heart. He's healed little by little, but encounter that
damn jonin tugged the heartstrings I worked so hard to threaded back together. Why
can't Hatake just leave my aniki alone? Wasn't breaking my brother's heart enough? \
Does he want to break his spirit now? I will not allow Hatake to sneak his way back
into Itachi's heart so easily. Aniki is mine, and I am the only one he needs and will ever
need to love him.
I truly was growing annoyed with this. Yet again, Itachi has received another three
dozen love letters. It irked me that whomever continued to send these letters obviously
had a sack of hammers for brains, could the admirer not understand that Itachi cannot
read them on his own, ignorant people and their damn ways of displaying affection.
"Aniki. Who sent you, annoyingly, more love letters?" I watched my aniki shiver softly
as he handed me one of the letters with trembling hands. I gently took the letter from
his hands, pulling him into my chest, comforting him as I read the smooth writing
across the white sheet of paper out loud.
My beloved Little Raven, I know I do not deserve a chance to win your affection. I realize that my decisions had brought nothing but your suffering. I am sorry for seeing the pain in your eyes that night eight years ago. I know it will not be an easy task in earning your forgive, but please my Little Raven, I beg for a chance to prove my love to you. If given the chance, I promise never to break your fragile heart again; however, if I do fail in keeping my word than I assure you that I will not try to persuade you for another to amend the mistake. It was selfish of me to chose my pride as a shinobi over you, the young man who longed for love, and recognition as a person than what everyone else sees you as. A prodigy and nothing more. You are more than a prodigy and a claimed genius. To me, my Little Raven, you were so much more. I do not expect a response to these letters of love, nor did I expect a yes. I only want you to know that I never once went a day without thinking of you, and regretting abandoning you on that
night under a cruel storm.
Forgive me. My Little Raven.
With much love, Kakashi.
I could feel Itachi's warm breath against my neck. I knew this would happen, but I
didn't know that this writing was Hatake's. Every word was written with great care and
with much love. Most of the writing was smudged, which could only mean that he had
been crying while writing this love letter to my aniki. I still do not forgive that gray
haired nin for hurting my brother all those years ago. I don't care that he is sorry for
what he had done, nor do I intend to give him the chance to win my aniki back.
"Sasuke..." I placed the paper on the dining table and pulled Itachi flush against my
chest. His tears soon soaked my shirt, but I didn't mind, my aniki had always allowed
me to cry in his arms even though my own sadness was soon splashed all over his
clothes. I can express that it is his turn to release that sadness he held deep within the
depths of his heart. From now on, I'm aniki and Itachi is my Otouto.
Vanitas: Okay, two chapters finished. Now here do I go from here
Itachi: *cries*
Vanitas: Tachi-nii, whats wrong?
Sasuke: That idiot jonin won't leave my aniki alone.
Vanitas: Kakashi!
Kakashi: Thank you for reading and goodbye *runs away*
Vanitas: Review please. Thank you *chases Kakashi*