Fandom: Naruto
Characters: Uchiha Itachi & Haruno Sakura
Prompt: Genre: Angst, 003. thinking of you & 009. remember
Word Count: 451
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto
Notes: Written for
mission insane &
50 scenes. Prompt tables are
here &
here.
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With his brilliant mind, it’s no surprise that Itachi’s memory is almost flawless. From his very first memory - age 3, sitting in his mother’s lap in their back garden - up to a year ago, the only happy memory was that. From the thousands of memories stored carefully in his mind, happy only appears once - because although the satisfaction that comes from accomplishing a mission or reaching another milestone in his plan is somewhat similar to happy, it’s not the same. Not to him.
Now, a year later, he finds that the once empty part is now bloated with pink and green (with a splash of red).
He thinks it’s cheesy, that it’s weak - because after nearly twenty-three years of pushing away those exact feelings, they’ve come back at him, overpowering everything else.
But now, the only blissful memories he’ll ever have are the ones that have already been made. The soft chime of her laughter when she’s amused with the bright, sparkling apple green orbs, the deep flush that spreads across her delicate face (the deceivingly angelic face - he always thought it was unfit for a kunoichi of her calibre, but admired it all the same, because there could be no better fit for her sweet, loving personality), when she’s angry, and most of all, the soft smile she reserved just for him, for the times when words just weren’t enough.
Only, he’ll never hear or see any of that again - the only way he can is through memory. And from time to time, Itachi disappears - and no one, not even his long time partner of thirteen years, can find him. In truth, he gets away to remember. To a place where it’s just him and her (in his mind, because he’s still a long way from her - he promised her that), and he finds peace in something he’s never believed in.
Something he still doesn’t believe in, because he thinks it’s a superficial nametag.
He doesn’t need to label what this is with the word ‘love’, though she often did, always carelessly singing out i love you’s to him. But for him, all he needed was to know that this feeling was real - that this constant longing, aching in his heart, is what is so often labelled as love.
She called it denial, and he said nothing.
Because he knows that whatever they label it - love, adoration, infatuation, the feeling is still the same. He knows it’s not going away, and he doesn’t want it to.
Although missing her is hard - he knows his time will come sooner rather than later, and he won’t be alone anymore (and they’ll be able to make new memories in a different world).