Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Never Ending Miracle ❯ Chapter 9

Chapter 9: The Betrayal

 

 

Sakura sat alone in her apartment, her eyes focused on where the broken vase laid. She didn't expect Itachi to be there, or for him to ever show up again. Sasuke was no longer there, so…To her, she was alone and that's how it would stay. A small noise made her look towards the door. Slowly standing, Sakura walked into the living room and locked the front door.

“Itachi….Why me...” she softly whispered as she sat down on the couch.

This couldn't be true. There was no way that Itachi had been telling the truth, and if he was in fact lying, he was damn good at it. There was something about him though. The way that he touched her…the way his fingers caressed her skin in all the right ways. It was intoxicating and she found herself wanting more.

Slowly looking out the window to her right, Sakura began to ponder why Itachi was so..gentle...with her, even though Sasuke was the one that she loved. It was amazing to her how someone so could could have such a beautiful touch. Sakura willed herself to sleep as she laid her head down on the pillow, the moonlight shining dimly though her window, a soft, dream-like glow on her face.

 

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Sasuke panted heavily as he looked at the rising sun. It had been four days since he had left Sakura. He longed for her, to just hear her voice right now would allow him to continue on with his personal mission. No one had found him, or gotten into his way. With a small sigh, he leaned down in the river to take a small drink of the cool,clear water.

“Sakura..My love...I'll be home soon..” he gently whispered to himself.

Sasuke's eyes travled along the river. This place where he rested seemed familier to him in more ways than one. It was as if he had been here before. Charred trees stood around him, as if they were haunting him, reminding him of his past. Slowly rising, he followed the black marks on the trees. He stopped when his eyes met the one place he thought he would never return to. It was his home, the place where his family and friends and clan had been murdered. A voice traveled though his mind, like the soft echo of the wind. The voice was familier, and of someone he despised.

 

Hate me...Destest me...live in an insightly way...

 

Sasuke's hands went over his ears as he closed his eyes. Willing himself to go on, he began to walk into the village. There was still blood on the old, broken down homes. It was as if he had seen it all over again. His mother and father's body laying on the floor infront of him, and Itachi standing over them, his hands stained with blood. Sasuke ran a hand back through his coal hair in desperation as he found him old home, the stream next to it now murky and black, as if it too had been killed. Blood was on the walls still, as well as the floor. He walked around, a queasy feeling in his stomach. There were several holes in the floor from the years of weathering and inhabitation.

“W...why...I...It's...” Sasuke stammered, then took off at a dead run only to run straight on into Itachi, whom was towering over him with pride, as if he already knew he had won the battle.

“Ah..Little brother...You come back to the one place you swore never to return to?..How foolish..You know I have the advantage, because I hold your lover's life in my hands. Right now..there are ones watching her, just waiting for my signal..and she dies..Unless..you give it all up to me.”

Sasuke blinked a bit and looked up at him, his eyes catching into the swirls of black and red that had formed in his brother's eyes. A feeling of dread and hopelessness had flooded Sasuke's body, and he lowered his head with despair.

“Do as you wish, Itachi..I cannot allow Sakura to be in any more harm..” Sasuke spoke softly, then quickly formed several hand signs as Itachi sliced a kunai across his little brother's neck.