Britt's Story 3

Sunlight filtered in through the window, and a soft breeze stirred the simple white
curtains. A small brown thrush landed on the sill and peered in at the sleeping occupants.

It chirped and the person closest to the window groaned and rolled over in his sleep.

Another chirp and Kisame was sitting up, rubbing his hand against his eyelids. He looked over at the window and scowled at the bird.

"Can't get any sleep with you can I?" he growled, standing and stretching.

His gaze shifted to the other bed where his two partners slept. Britt was sprawled on her back, mouth wide open and a small string of drool dripping down her chin.

Itachi was awake, his head on her chest and his eyebrows furrowed. He looked at Kisame and frowned, then looked back down at Britt.

"I'm…not sure how to say goodbye..."  

Kisame sighed, feeling pity for his friend.

"I…don't know what to tell you Itachi…..but uh...I'll leave you two alone"

With that he left the room, closing the door soundlessly behind him.

Itachi sighed and laid his head back down on Britt's chest, his hand sliding down to just above her pants.

He paused.

The lower part of her belly was hard, and curved slightly before flattening out at the bottom.

Brow furrowed, Itachi pushed slightly on the bump, feeling a slight resistance. He was
looking at Britt's face, to see if her features gave away anything to belie pain or discomfort.

There was none.

A cold chill of fear and despair ran through him, as he realized that this could only mean one thing.

He was going to be a father.

Britt grimaced in her sleep and rolled onto her side, snoring slightly. Itachi remained where he was, frozen.

This...couldn't be happening. He was already struggling with having to tell her goodbye, but now...this.

He had been prepared to accept death, to look it in the face.

But now it seemed fate was laughing at him, and had set out to ruin his plans.

He stood up and silently left the room, closing the door behind him. Kisame looked at him as he approached, golden eyes meeting velvet black.

"How…did it go?" The Kiri nin asked, eyes wide in concern.

Itachi said nothing, but quickly strode toward the exit, his emotionless shell still intact, but just barely. The ex Konoha nins face was dark, and his fists were clenching and unclenching, signs that he was struggling to keep control of his façade.

Kisame was staring at him in shock. Itachi was always in control of his emotions, and this was uncharacteristic of him. Obviously, something bad had happened.

"What's wrong Itachi?"

"Britt……is….she's…….pregnant"

Kisame frowned.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm positive…..I couldn't bring myself to say goodbye Kisame….can..you do it for me?"  

Kisame sighed.

"Yeah…of course…"

"Thank you…"

The Uchiha turned and began to walk, heading down the path that would lead him to death. Kisame followed, sword slung over his back.

It seemed…

That fate was indeed laughing at them.