A/N: The final chapter!

And this brings us to the end of my tale. Anybody who had wished for the end of this story to result with my confessing my feelings to the real Sakura and running away with her to either induct her into Akatsuki or else live a pleasant life with her elsewhere obviously hasn't been hit with the dose of reality that my experience has given me. And so, hopefully, this story will teach you that Fate is a harsh mistress... or that there just isn't any such thing as destiny after all... maybe things just happen for no reason.

Yes... that's true. Shit just happens and there's no real reason for it. Fate and destiny were only created so that people had some force to blame for their own stupid decisions. Again, a reality check was in order.

Anyway, I write this from a prison cell somewhere in central Konoha, using a dying pen and discarded sheets of paper with spewed literary nonsense on the backsides that I had managed to sneak out of Tsunade-sama's office. I write this to pass the time as I wait for my death sentence... I also write this for another reason.

Sakura. I write this for her. She will find this once I am gone and she will read it. If she still remains the same, acting with her heart instead her mind as all Konoha shinobi do, she will find the truth. This is my dying wish.

I want her to know that I died not for my crimes or for simply making mistakes through my anger while I was young, but that I'm dying for her—or rather, the dream version of her who happens to be just the same as the real version. I want her to know that I will be happy in my dying because I will depart blissfully into my dreams where she will be waiting.

And so, good night, sweetest dreams, my love, and wish me a safe trip. If only you could give me a farewell kiss, but I suppose I can survive without it. After all, I am no longer the selfish brute I once was. Only your happiness is important to me and I know all too well that kissing an S-class criminal would not bring you happiness.

So, this is farewell. I love you, my angel, my Haruno... my Sakura.

Several weeks later, Sakura walked into the empty jail cell, her eyes falling upon a stack of ratty paper. Her brow furrowed and she picked it up, reading the one word on the first page: SAKURA. She blinked in confusion and flipped the page, beginning to read the words.

"Itachi..." she whispered, her fingers smoothing over the pages as tears welled in her eyes... because she knew the truth. She, too, had experienced the dream... and never would again.

A/N: Okay, so explanations are in order here. It's my belief that "soulmates" (I don't believe in soulmates, but if they were to exist, then they would experience what is described right here) sort of think on the same wavelength and that their thoughts are somewhat connected, a lot like with twins or whatever. And so, because Itachi and Sakura were soulmates, they experienced a shared-dream of a time when they could possibly have a chance of loving each other.

Of course, Sasuke has always been very good at ruining things...

Yes, it is a sad ending! I haven't done one of those since Regret's Mistress back in '07! Three years... my angsty being was not happy with the lack-age of saddly-ever-afters and so I had to sate it's rage or I would go back to being the angsty-emo-freak-girl that I once was! Sorry ^^;

Anyway, please don't be too angry with the ending and understand that this was really the way a story such as this would end. I mean, there needs to be a touch or reality in there somewhere, right? *dodges rotten fruit* T-T

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this story just a little bit and that you aren't angry enough that I won't see you in future stories! So, till then,

Italova... OUT!