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let's write some depression. Itachi's last time w/ his s/o (w/ him being sick etc) and then them finding out he died and he left something for them to remember him by?

My angst writing is so ‘meh’ I really need to try and work on it. (ノ∀￣〃)

“Just go, Itachi.” You turned your back to your lover with a huff, crossing your arms across your chest dramatically. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes and threatened to fall but you desperately tried to blink them away.

Itachi looked terrible, the bags under his eyes were more prominent and the Akatsuki cloak he wore drowned his body. He was sick, he knew he was sick yet you knew he cared more about them than you, of course he did. It was always like this, months would pass without seeing Itachi and he would appear, stay for a while and leave again.

“But- Y/N..”

“It’s obvious what’s more important to you, just leave.” Tears now fell down your cheeks in streams, your attempt to hold them back was futile. You wanted desperately to run into his arms and breath in his scent, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do so. You were being selfish in this moment, but it was something you couldn’t handle. Itachi was sick, he shouldn’t be leaving but he would never see it that way.

“I love you,” You heard the sincerity clear in his voice and you released a choked sob, feeling arms circle your body from behind. You fell back into his touch immediately, your head resting against his chest. Itachi pressed soft kisses to your cheek, holding you against his body tightly. You could feel what was once muscle now felt like skin and bone and it made you feel even worse.

“I love you too,” Your voice slightly raspy due to your tears. You turned in his arms to face him, circling your own arms around his waist tightly and standing on your tip-toes to press your lips against his own slightly chapped ones. Itachi held the back of your head as he deepened the kiss, running his tongue along your lips, asking for entrance. You moaned into the kiss slightly, the tears still trailing down your cheeks as your tongue danced with his own, trying to put all the passion and love you felt for him into the kiss.

“Please stay, Itachi. You’re sick..”

“I have to go. I’m sorry, Y/N.” His eyes bore into your own and you knew that there was no chance he would stay. You buried your face into his chest, your hands clinging to his Akatsuki cloak as he ran his fingers through your hair softly. You weren’t ready for the feeling of being completely alone.

Where were you when you found out the news of Itachi’s passing?

That was something you would never forget. The stack of papers you had been holding in your arms flew everywhere as one of your friends in full ANBU gear stepped in to see you. They didn’t have to utter a word, you could tell simply by the look in their eyes. The pity.

You dropped to your knees shakily, your breath coming out in quick pants. Tears spilled down your cheeks as your body trembled, your friend coming to your side to try and comfort you. You didn’t want their comfort, you wanted Itachi. You’d been such a bitch to him the last time you saw him, you should have forced him to stay. You were dismissed from work early to go home, everyone looking at you with the same look of empathy. 

Stepping through your front door shakily you dumped your bag by your feet, slipping out of your sandals. Your body felt lethargic as you stepped into your kitchen to grab a glass of water. A white envelope caught your eye as you made your way into the room. It had not been there in the morning when you had left for work and part of you panicked as someone had clearly been inside your house or may still be in your house. You made your way over to the note quickly and your heart stopped when you read what it said on the front.

‘Y/N. I love you, forever.’

Sobs racked your body as you held onto the envelope, recognising Itachi’s elegant scrawl immediately. You soon gave up your thoughts on how the note had gotten here and who had delivered it as you felt the weight of the envelope, noting that there was something inside. Your eyes, blurred by tears moved towards its contents, being careful not to rip it as you opened it slowly. Turning it upside down the contents dropped into your hand and fresh tears stained your cheeks.

Inside was a simple necklace, the charm being a replica of the Uchiha crest. You held it between your fingers as you traced the design, holding it up to your lips to press a kiss against it. You slid your body down the side of your kitchen counter as you brought your legs up to your chest, holding the necklace in your hands. 

This time Itachi was never coming back.

let's write some depression. Itachi's last time w/ his s/o (w/ him being sick etc) and then them finding out he died and he left something for them to remember him by?

My angst writing is so ‘meh’ I really need to try and work on it. (ノ∀￣〃)

“Just go, Itachi.” You turned your back to your lover with a huff, crossing your arms across your chest dramatically. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes and threatened to fall but you desperately tried to blink them away.

Itachi looked terrible, the bags under his eyes were more prominent and the Akatsuki cloak he wore drowned his body. He was sick, he knew he was sick yet you knew he cared more about them than you, of course he did. It was always like this, months would pass without seeing Itachi and he would appear, stay for a while and leave again.

“But- Y/N..”

“It’s obvious what’s more important to you, just leave.” Tears now fell down your cheeks in streams, your attempt to hold them back was futile. You wanted desperately to run into his arms and breath in his scent, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do so. You were being selfish in this moment, but it was something you couldn’t handle. Itachi was sick, he shouldn’t be leaving but he would never see it that way.

“I love you,” You heard the sincerity clear in his voice and you released a choked sob, feeling arms circle your body from behind. You fell back into his touch immediately, your head resting against his chest. Itachi pressed soft kisses to your cheek, holding you against his body tightly. You could feel what was once muscle now felt like skin and bone and it made you feel even worse.

“I love you too,” Your voice slightly raspy due to your tears. You turned in his arms to face him, circling your own arms around his waist tightly and standing on your tip-toes to press your lips against his own slightly chapped ones. Itachi held the back of your head as he deepened the kiss, running his tongue along your lips, asking for entrance. You moaned into the kiss slightly, the tears still trailing down your cheeks as your tongue danced with his own, trying to put all the passion and love you felt for him into the kiss.

“Please stay, Itachi. You’re sick..”

“I have to go. I’m sorry, Y/N.” His eyes bore into your own and you knew that there was no chance he would stay. You buried your face into his chest, your hands clinging to his Akatsuki cloak as he ran his fingers through your hair softly. You weren’t ready for the feeling of being completely alone.

Where were you when you found out the news of Itachi’s passing?

That was something you would never forget. The stack of papers you had been holding in your arms flew everywhere as one of your friends in full ANBU gear stepped in to see you. They didn’t have to utter a word, you could tell simply by the look in their eyes. The pity.

You dropped to your knees shakily, your breath coming out in quick pants. Tears spilled down your cheeks as your body trembled, your friend coming to your side to try and comfort you. You didn’t want their comfort, you wanted Itachi. You’d been such a bitch to him the last time you saw him, you should have forced him to stay. You were dismissed from work early to go home, everyone looking at you with the same look of empathy. 

Stepping through your front door shakily you dumped your bag by your feet, slipping out of your sandals. Your body felt lethargic as you stepped into your kitchen to grab a glass of water. A white envelope caught your eye as you made your way into the room. It had not been there in the morning when you had left for work and part of you panicked as someone had clearly been inside your house or may still be in your house. You made your way over to the note quickly and your heart stopped when you read what it said on the front.

‘Y/N. I love you, forever.’

Sobs racked your body as you held onto the envelope, recognising Itachi’s elegant scrawl immediately. You soon gave up your thoughts on how the note had gotten here and who had delivered it as you felt the weight of the envelope, noting that there was something inside. Your eyes, blurred by tears moved towards its contents, being careful not to rip it as you opened it slowly. Turning it upside down the contents dropped into your hand and fresh tears stained your cheeks.

Inside was a simple necklace, the charm being a replica of the Uchiha crest. You held it between your fingers as you traced the design, holding it up to your lips to press a kiss against it. You slid your body down the side of your kitchen counter as you brought your legs up to your chest, holding the necklace in your hands. 

This time Itachi was never coming back.

❆ Prompt: The day Itachi's heart died along with you

It was the day of the Uchiha massacre.

You were always his own personal ball of sunshine. On days where Itachi was overwhelmed with the burdens of being an Uchiha, where he didn't even know where his loyalty lied, you were always there smiling at him even when he never told you anything.

You told him, "Tachi, you'll tell me when you're ready."

He never knew what in the world he did to deserve you. It felt like you understood him.

Itachi didn't know why you liked patting his head. He was obviously taller than you and it felt odd for him to be patted like a child. Itachi wouldn't admit it but he secretly loves the feeling of you raking your fingers through his smooth locks. The head patting would be something Itachi considered exclusive between you two.

On Itachi's bad days, yep he took your hand and placed it above his head. When you purposely pretended you didn't know what he means? It was a game of staring between you two. Once in a while, it ended up with Itachi murmuring and averting his eyes from you, with a veeery quiet voice you can't even hear without chanelling chakra to your ears, "pat pat..."

He also loved the aftermath of your head-patting. It always ended up with you throwing yourself at him and saying, "Tachiii, don't be sad! I'm here lookk!" It took only a head pat from you to warm his cold heart.

When the day of the massacre came, you were standing there in front of him, wearing an Uchiha t-shirt and some pajama shorts, the dim street lights illuminating your face. A sad smile was making its way to your face. Itachi thought you even looked beautiful like this.

Nonetheless, you stood there like you understood him. Again. "Don't be afraid, Itachi. You've made your choice. " You took a deep breath and continued, "and I believe in you. No matter what you choose, I love you. And I always will."

Itachi's whole body was shaking and he was hyperventilating. The idea of harming you even the slightest was so suffocating that he can't breathe. He can't remember how to breathe. He blinked back the tears forming around his eyes. He bit his lip so harshly that he can feel the metallic taste of blood. His hand holding the katana was pointed at you and yet you were smiling at him.

After a few moments of silence which felt like forever to Itachi, you moved. Faster than he's ever seen you move. You thrusted yourself onto his katana. Blood splattered into Itachi's cheek and a bloody cough escaped you. Itachi looked down to his katana which ripped through your body like paper.

His breath hitched. Itachi was frozen in place as if time around him stopped. You slowly raised your hand, your eyes crinkling in a smile, patted his head twice and said, "Pat..pat..." and your head lifelessly dropped on Itachi's shoulder.

You died and Itachi's heart died along with you.

note: the gif is not mine and not from tumblr

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