Three years pass and Shisui goes away more and more. When we are together, it's usually in silence. I know I started it, but for some reason, I couldn't end it. So we grew distant, only talking when needed.

   A little part of me whispered, it's good. It won't hurt him as much when you allow Sasuke to kill you. I stamp it down, denying it. And I deserved to die by Sasuke's hand, since I ruined his life, and dishonored the clan.

   Deidara and Sasori have been sent to retrieve the one-tails. Soon we will go after the Kyuubi.
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A few months pass and I hear about Sasuke coming to kill me. Shisui isn't here today, so I grab Kisame and go. My sickness has gotten bad. At times I am coughing up blood, others, on the floor trying to breathe. I'm nearly blind, having used my mangekyo far too much.

  I place Sasuke in my genjutsu, sitting in the stone throne in the spacious room we fought in. Sasuke had terror in his face, and burning hatred in his eyes. She wants to kill me. And for hs sake, I'll let him.

   Lighting flashes through the sky as Sasuke calls upon his new jutsu, and I am tempted to let it hit me, but I have one more thing to do.

   I call upon Susanoo, the godly form forming around me. It fades as I hack up blood, staggering up to Sasuke, who is backed up against a slab of stone, pure fear in his face.

  My arm is heavy as I lift it up, aiming for Sasuke's forehead.

    "Forgive me, Sasuke." I whisper, as I fall into darkness. ' Forgive me, Shisui.'

    "ITACHI!"

'Please...forgive me.'