Disclaimer: I don't own Itachi or Sasuke, if I did don't you think I'd have better things to do with them then let them kill each other?
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It was snowing when I died. Falling little frozen drops, like the tears with in me so long frozen they lacked the passion to pelt earth and instead float in gentle almost meaningless way. His eyes were alive with bloodlust as he killed me, as his hand drove deep with in my chest finding a heart I hadn't felt in years.
I loved the winter, I always had. In the winter everything was frozen, and I could imagine it always would be that way. I suppose it was only fitting that I should die in the winter, a season as frozen as my heart. The snow clung to my robes, soaking through my pants. My movements seemed to me to be as slow a winter river, while his were more accurately matched with a river roaring with the first snow melt. His laughter filled the air, his eyes red with power, as he drove his hand deep into my chest. Only luck spared my heart, but luck could only be so kind. The blow would be fatal; there was nothing I could do to change that. For the first time in years I was helpless, my knees gave out from under me, only his hand that now grabbed my hair and forced my face up kept me from the cold embrace of the snow.
"I want you to look at me as you die, I want to watch your pain, and I want to watch life slowly leave you." My killer hissed. I sneered it was all I had the energy for. I could have used his face for a mirror. His eyes held the same cold lust for power as mine, and his face had become a cold uncaring mask. I suddenly found the similarities very amusing, and my ruined body started to shake with laughter. He shoved me away causing my red blood to stain the pristine snow were I fell.
"What is that you find so funny?" He took a menacing step forward. I force my head up; I wanted to see his face as I told what I found amusing.
"You want to destroy me? Foolish little brother! In killing me you have become me!" Rage twisted his face and he grabbed my hair again forcing my face just inches away form his.
"I will never be you." He hissed his warm breath and spit flying into my face.
"Oh but you already are." I whispered, the wound was deeper then I thought, I was dying faster then I'd anticipated, "For as long as you live I will live, because you are me. You're a murder and a traitor, all for power. Isn't that right? Just like your big brother. Don't worry, Sasuke, I'm proud of you." His yell of rage was the last thing I heard before he ripped my head back breaking my neck, and ending my already fleeting life.
I wonder what he felt. I wonder what he did, I wonder if the idea of being like me was too much to live with. I wonder if his need to destroy me was enough to destroy him or am I like the snow, too long frozen to feel, melting at the touch of warmth and forgotten in spring's embrace. I wonder does he ever remember me. I wonder, will you?
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AN: Yeah done! I like Sasuke idea of how Itachi died better then Itachi, but such is life.