Note: This whole story is slightly AU-ish due to Anko and Itachi being the same age, fourteen, the amount of time Itachi had to take out his clan, and the fact that he and Orochimaru left for the Akatsuki at the same time.

Hey, it's fan fiction, I can do whatever I want.

Song is: "What Happened to us" by Hoobastank

She was dead, and he hadn't been able to stop it.

"You should have given me more time Anko." He cursed, his grip tightened around his sword in anger. "If you had just…"

He let the thought slip away. It didn't matter now. She was at peace now and he could get some sleep without one less face haunting him.

He closed the door behind him as he left, both as totem of respect for the woman of the house and to hide the truth just a little longer from the outside room. He stared at the moon as he left, alive and bright just like it had been that cold night 8 years ago—his first and last time with Anko.

"What happened to us?" he questioned as if she were there listening. "We were broken but…everything was so perfect…"

Longer chapter on the way!