A/N~Yeah, this poor little story got neglected. Well, I suddenly got inspiration back for it! Enjoy Itachi's angst story!
Takes place during the last stage of the Itachi vs. Sasuke-brat fight. Kirin was just casted, and Itachi just said, "Is this the death you imagined for me?" Yes, I am VERY precise. I know every single word spoken during that fight...
Okay, I'll stop talking.
Perfect Moments
3: Too Much Blood
Itachi coughed up more blood. Too much blood. His hands were stained red with the hot liquid.
Just like that one night eight years ago.
He never thought that one night could make such a big difference in his life. Obviously, he was wrong.
In one night he lost everything. Everything. His best friend… his girlfriend… his parents… his loving little brother.
He hated watching Sasuke cry. He wanted so much to tell him that it would be okay, that he was sorry, that he'd make it better for the both of them. Itachi knew he couldn't keep those promises, though. In one night, he'd killed his little brother's emotions, as well as his own.
His brother's life, his life, his best friend's life… ruined, all because of that one night when he didn't have the guts to disobey orders. And dammit, Shisui had told him that he should loosen up just one day before…
He didn't listen.
Instead, Itachi carried the burden of killing his beloved family, of being hated, of being an outcast, of being a coldhearted, uncaring murderer for eight years…
It was just too much blood.
Itachi pushed himself up off the ground. He heard Sasuke curse under his breath.
That hurt. That one profane word was a knife. It dug into Itachi's heart, spilling more unwanted, undesired, unneeded, unnecessary blood to the ground.
It was just too much to handle.
Susano'o surrounded him, protecting him from more wounds. It couldn't protect him from the wounds already caused, though. It couldn't wipe away the blood that Itachi was slowly, painfully drowning in.
Sasuke cursed again. The knife twisted. He wanted so much to tell his little brother the truth, to tell him it was okay, that he still cared, that his older brother was still here…
Itachi took a step towards his cold little brother. Sasuke took a step back. He took another three steps, and his little brother stumbled back. Another step, another back.
Another step, another back.
Another step, another back.
Another step, another back.
Another step, and Sasuke was against a wall.
Itachi knew how to use his last words, now. Another step, and a smile. "Sorry, Sasuke… no next time…"
He poked his little brother's forehead, leaving a trail of blood.
Too much blood.
A/N~So there. Tissue? *throws Kleenex box*
Next is... MADARA!