Itachi POV.

I watch as Shisui falls. I leap for him, knowing I won't make it but hoping, wishing I will. I was so close, but I didn't make it. I'm frozen, stuck in that position and I can't move. Can't, because he loved me. Like I him. I never told him, thinking he would hate me for it never knowing he felt the same.

Tears slip down my face as I see him fall, almost in slow motion, until I realize that everything has slowed. Mangekyō? I think. It must be. I close my eyes as my acute hearing hear the thud and snap of bones breaking against stone, and the splash of water being disturbed.

'He's gone.' I think, and something in me shatters. It breaks into a million pieces and scatters. I don't even try to catch the pieces, letting them fall through my bloodied hands. Blood that only I could see and could never wash off. I get up, soaked to the bone, and stumble my way down from the cliffside.

'Love.' I think blankly, 'I loved him.'

AN: Okay. So. *sigh* this chapter is short but I'm already working on the next one! That one should be longer. I don't know. I mainly improvise on everything. Nothing I write is planned, it's all thought up on the spot so... yeah...heh? Also, these three chapters were kinda like the prologue, okay?