A/N: This is a very sorry attempt at Horror-Romance... I'm not very good at it, it seems... I should stick to my angsty romance. n.n"

It's true. It's all true. I killed my entire family, I killed countless others, years later I killed my brother and one year after that... I killed her. It wasn't an accident, I had meant to kill her and, afterward, I picked her up and held her close, whispering her name over and over, wishing she could hear my voice even through death but knowing that she wouldn't.

I am an Uchiha. I had been raised to never feel things such as love and tenderness and caring toward others. I had been raised to feel nothing but the feel of crusted blood on the palms of my hands and the smell of death following me wherever I go.

But I am not fit to be an Uchiha. I loved my parents, despite my father's brutal hatred toward all those who were not Uchiha and my mother's need to make up for the love my father couldn't give. I loved my brother despite his jealousy, despite the fact that he was supposed to hate me because I was the only thing standing in his way of becoming the leader of the Uchiha clan. I loved her, even though... even though... I do not know why I loved her. But I loved her all the same.

I loved her and so she had to die.

She smiled at me before she died. She understood my love for her and accepted it, giving me her own love in return. I remember thinking as I impaled her on my katana that she should kill me, also, since she loved me. But she didn't kill me. She only looked up at me with tears in her eyes, a trail of blood escaping the corner of her mouth and rolling down her chin and she smiled. She smiled up at me and reached up to kiss me.

So I plunged my katana into her again because I wanted to kiss her back. There was a grunting sound from both myself and her, she gasped and coughed and I cried and cried.

When I pulled my katana back, I saw the blood coating its silver blade and felt a wave of sickness hit me as I watched my love fall to the floor, dead. I ran a finger along one side of the blade, allowing her blood to coat the tip of my finger and then I choked back a sob. Because I loved even the sight of her blood.

I fell to my knees and leaned over the dead body of the woman I loved but shouldn't and watched as the blood flowed from her wounds. It surrounded her, stained her pale pink hair red and eventually reached me, soaking through my pants.

I lay down beside her, getting myself drenched in her blood and rested my head on her chest, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her to me. I had her crushed to my chest as sobs wracked my body and I whispered over and over, "Sakura... Sakura... my Sakura... my love... Sakura... Sakura...! Sakura! Sakura!!!"

Over and over I cried out her name, shouting for her to see me from wherever I had sent her, to see how much I loved her, to see how pathetic an Uchiha I had become.

I don't know how long this carried on: long enough that my voice had long-since gone hoarse from crying and shouting; long enough that her blood eventually dried and crusted; long enough that her face went pale and her body rigid.

She died with her eyes open and she stared blindly at me, her eyes, once so bright and lustrous and full of life, dull and lifeless. They were like doll's eyes.

I kissed her blood-stained lips and whispered her name one last time before picking up the katana also stained with her blood. Then, I allowed myself to depart into the afterlife, hoping to meet Sakura, but not allowing myself to get my hopes up.

Because I am an Uchiha and Uchiha cannot go to Heaven.

A/N: I know Sasuke killed Itachi, but oh well! Please tell me what you think!