Itachi's Promise: Chapter Twenty-One
Itachi lay on the bed in his new room and just stared at the wall, after everything he had done in the last day he really couldn't be bothered doing anything else. A knock at the door make Itachi look at the door but not move or speak.
"Itachi, I'm coming in," Kisame told Itachi, opening the door and stepping into the room.
Itachi sat up on the bed and looked up towards Kisame and then back towards the wall, Kisame stood before Itachi watching as he meet his eyes and then looked away. Kisame didn't know what to say, but he knew he had to say something.
"Itachi…" Kisame began.
"Just leave," Itachi said, standing up and walking around Kisame to the door and holding it wide open.
"But Itachi…" Kisame began.
"Kisame, please leave," Itachi ordered, not looking Kisame in the eye not even looking at him.
Kisame left the room and Itachi closed the door behind him and then collapsed on the floor, leaning against the door. Tears fell down his face and everything seemed to stop for a moment as Itachi let out the smallest of whimpers, Itachi pulled a kunai from his back pouch and stared down at it. The blade looked and felt so smooth and gentle against his skin; Itachi knew he could never kill himself but he still wanted to. Itachi gently pushed the blade into his wrists and cut a thin line across the inner of his wrists, then threw the kunai across the room and watched it land embed into the far wall. Itachi looked down at his wrists and then winced. Pulling himself to his feet, Itachi walked quietly to his bathroom off his bedroom and began to wash the blood down the sink, Itachi let the water run down his wrists and mix with the water.
"Itachi time to eat," Kisame called from outside his door.
Itachi dried his arms and changed his top into a long sleeve one from the wardrobe and left the room. Itachi sat at the table between Kisame and Sasori; keeping his sleeves pulled down past his wrists. Itachi played with his food for the majority of dinner, hardly bothering to eat anything.
"You should eat Itachi," Kisame told him.
"I'm not hungry," Itachi replied.
"I don't care; you will get sick and weak if you don't eat," Kisame said.
Itachi stood from the table and went to walk away, when Kisame grabbed his wrist and pulled him back. Itachi held back his expression and whimper of hurt and waited for Kisame to say or do something.
"Eat something," Kisame ordered.
"I don't want to," Itachi replied, trying to pull away from Kisame but finding it only gave him more discomfort as Kisame tightened his grip.
"Let me go," Itachi said, his voice barely above a mumble.
"Kisame let him go, today he can not eat, but tomorrow he will be eating," Pein ordered, stepping in and effectively ending the argument.
"Fine," Kisame returned, releasing Itachi and turning back to finish his food.
"Oh and Itachi, I will give you something for that after dinner," Pein said, looking up at Itachi rubbed his wrist once.
"No, I'm fine," Itachi replied.
"Itachi, my office ten minutes," Pein ordered.
Meeting Pein in his office, Itachi sat down in one of the two chairs in front of the desk and watched as Pein pulled out two rolls of bandages and some type of oil. Pein handled it to Itachi and ordered him from the room. Itachi returned to his room, rubbed the oil across his wrists and then wrapped the bandages tightly around them.
"Sakura, I hope you are safe," Itachi whispered, wrapping his arms around himself from in his bed and tucked his head to his chest.
Itachi had no clue what he was going to do, right now he felt so lost and so powerless.
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