Naruto Fan Fiction / Naruto Shippuden Fan Fiction ❯ The Never Played Symphonies ❯ Just Like You: Part 3 ( Chapter 16 )

 

The Never Played Symphonies

 

 

Chapter 16: Just Like You Part 3

 

The moment he came back into consciousness was like a thousand poison tipped needles piercing his heart, and not just because a bomb that the bastard Akatsuki member, that the traitor had referred to as Deidara, blew a good chunk of his leg off, or the fact that he was covered in debris from the building that had all but collapsed during their failed mission. No, it was the fact that once he cleared the soot and ash from his lungs he was going to have to crawl out of his plaster prison and find the body of a lost teammate that he had failed to protect against one of their own.

 

The Konoha chunin crawled miserably out of the rock and ash, cursing his own existence for not coming forward with his information on Sasuke earlier. The fifth Hokage has debriefed him after their last failed mission to the shrine, and like an idiot he had kept quiet about what he saw between Sasuke and his murderous brother. He had just thought it would be better to ask Sasuke about it first, and he didn't want to go through the hassle of starting a controversy if there was nothing there to begin with. Then he had defected from the Village Hidden in the Leaves, and the thought of informing the Hokage had come up yet again, and yet he had still kept quiet, because the Uchiha was gone, and putting shame on an already tattered name wasn't something he really wanted to get involved with.

 

Now such an oversight had cost Hinata her life, and they had yet another enemy to defeat. Wincing, Shikamara got shakily to his feet, stumbling over to the dust covered pile that looked way too similar to a body not to be one. Sadness overwhelmed his normal apathetic heart as he saw the needles pierced all throughout her corpse, stuck in every vital point of the body, determined to do overkill. Even if Sasuke had become twisted enough to do such things with his own blood, he hadn't thought he would stoop low enough to kill one of his own. He was now nothing more than just a missing-nin, he would probably have a place in the bingo book to rival his own brother.

 

Sighing, Shikamaru bit back the pain as he placed his arms underneath the stiff body, raising her into his arms as he dreaded the walk home. Not only because he would have to look at that lifeless face that had never done anything wrong in its entire life, but because he knew when he finally got home he would have to be the one to inform all of Konoha that it was their precious prodigy who had done this. …He would have to look Naruto in the face and tell him that not only was his best friend not coming back, but that now he was nothing more than a cold-blooded murderer, and somehow he thought that would be the worst thing of all.

 

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By the time they reached headquarters Sasuke couldn't even find the will to support himself on his own feet; Deidara had practically dragged him the last ten miles, muttering something about `annoying Uchiha brats' the entire time. Sasuke didn't care though, because the words didn't even register in his mind. He wanted to be dead. He wanted to die in such a painful way he never had to see that look of acceptance Hinata had on her face again.

 

He had become the Akatsuki's lapdog, but what's worse than that he had become spineless in every other aspect as well. He had killed an innocent girl. He had killed her all for the twisted bastard he longed even now to see. He needed Itachi to approve of him, and tell him that the murder he had committed didn't matter, because only he was worthy in those cold eyes…that very fact alone was what made him the most sick about himself, and that was why he longed to be put out of his pathetic existence.

 

He knew then that he was broken. A broken and fragile doll that would do anything his brother asked of him, because he couldn't get out of this cycle of patheticness. If he looked in the mirror, would he even recognize who he had become? In the state he was in now, could he ever become the strong avenger he once was before he realized that he no longer had anything to avenge…or rather could no longer kill the murderer who had taken away his very existence?

 

His unseeing eyes glanced forward as Deidara forced him through the doors that led to the room where Leader was seated. The dark shadowy figure walked towards him, and it took everything he had to keep that gaze and not look away in the overwhelming fear and despair he was experiencing.

 

“Congratulations Uchiha.” The cocky voice bit out smugly, smiling as the dagger was tossed into his hands by the blond beside him. “I had some hesitations about sending you there, hearing the rumor that the Hokage had sent her shinobi to guard the shrines, but you proved yourself worthy to wear that ring.”

 

“I'm glad not to disappoint you.” Sasuke forced out, eyes glassed over as he tried not to shake. “May I go now?” He asked, not at all caring about keeping pretenses, because if he didn't get out of there right now he knew he would collapse.

 

“Go? Tired of my presence already?” Sasuke said nothing, turning to the side to avoid the piercing gaze obviously trying to read him. “And here I was going to inform you just why you're here.”

 

Sasuke's eyes snapped back to the shadowy man who had seduced his brother away from the village, a bit of interest flickering in his cold and lifeless eyes. “Absolute power, Sasuke. Power only Gods can dream of.” Sasuke's eyebrows furrowed, not understanding at all in his state, only knowing the quest for power would most certainly be something to interest Itachi. “Stay with us Uchiha, and we'll rule the world someday.”

 

“World domination?” That statement alone was enough to get Sasuke's heart to stop beating. Things began to click in place; all the pieces of the puzzle slowly began to fall together. Of course, such a thing would be enough to get anyone on their side. The strongest shinobi from all across the world, brought together in a conniving plan to do the one thing people have always searched for. They had to be up to doing anything to get to it, and so that is why the most skilled criminals would be the ones who would strive for such greatness.

 

His head spun in this new high that had just taken over him, and dizziness washed over him as everything sunk in. He needed to get out of here now, because if he didn't he might just say something he would forever regret. “I'm leaving. Inform me if anymore missions come up.”

 

He knew that if he stayed he would get the information he so coveted, but he couldn't…he wouldn't be in that room right then when he was so close to breaking down. Power…it corrupted everyone eventually. Would he be any different? Was he any different really? What had he done all those years while thirsting for revenge? He had searched for any power to defeat Itachi, and now…well he had come across such a power to become his equal…if only he had the guts to step up to the high pedestal his aniki had sat himself upon.

 

Stumbling down the hallway, Sasuke hugged the walls as he sought out the room that he had woken up in only the day before. It seemed so long ago; after all then he had still had a little piece of his soul, by now it was long gone. He needed to see Itachi…he had to be around him or else he might die right then, or at least that's what it felt like as the ache in his heart increased.

 

“You look ridiculous.” That cold voice he adored spoke from behind him, sending a shiver down his spine. He hadn't realized he was sensitive enough at this point that just the voice of the monster he coveted could fray his nerves even more.

 

Not even bothering to turn around, Sasuke pushed himself off the wall, slowing his heart in order to think of something to say to his brother that wouldn't result in more ridicule. “I don't care what I look like Niisan.”

 

“Well you should. I can tell you're about to crumble by just standing next to you, don't you think that others would be able to tell the same?”

 

“I don't care what I look like Niisan!” He screamed, spinning around to stare in hatred at the man who had forced him to kill an innocent girl. “I don't care what I look like to them! I'd rather be dead then cater to the needs of these bastards!”

 

“Stop it. You're acting like a child.” Itachi hissed out in anger, his eyes narrowing as he stared on in disgust. That was the last thing at this point that Sasuke needed, and just then the twig holding the dam inside of him exploded.

 

“That's because I am a child you disgusting bastard! You fucked a child! You had a child suck your cock! You made a child who was your own brother throw away his humanity!” Liquid dripped to the floor as his eyes glazed over, and he wasn't even aware when it was he had started crying, but now that he was he couldn't get himself to stop. “You did this to me! You're the reason I'm going to hell!”

 

Sasuke's head snapped to the side as his face let out a resounding crack as Itachi's knuckles connected to his cheek. He had hit him…and that one hit had been enough to quiet him down long enough to slide open the door to his room and throw the struggling teenager inside, literally kicking and screaming.

 

When he hit the bed face first his screaming became muffled, but it didn't stop the cascade of tears from coming down his face. He hadn't cried like this in such a long time, as a matter of fact he couldn't remember crying like this since his parents had been killed and his brother had abandoned him for the first time.

 

“I hate you!” He turned on the bed, clenching his hands into the comforter as Itachi just stared silently down at him. “I hate you so much!” His eyes were blurred so much by this point that he could barely even see his brother walk towards him. “You are the evil inside me! I was good before you…you corrupted me…you made me into this thing that I am that could murder an innocent girl for you!” He gripped the comforter tighter, crying harder as he poured his heart out to the one person who would probably laugh in his face because of it. “I killed her…I killed someone I could have considered a friend. I'm a monster…I deserve to die!” He looked up towards Itachi, eyes so blurred he could barely even see him. “You deserve to die too…right along with me.”

 

Itachi said nothing for a long time, staring down at Sasuke as if he were scum on his feet. It was then that his face curled into a frown and he pointed to a spot behind him. “When you're done feeling sorry for yourself, there's the door.”

 

Sasuke didn't even hesitate in charging forward, determined to take his brother down a peg, no matter how he had to do it. Unfortunately Itachi seemed to anticipate such an act, because as the younger collided with him the Akatsuki caught him around the waist, pulling him into his arms, and slamming their lips together in a rough kiss.

 

Teeth clashed together as Itachi wrapped the younger's legs around his waist, propelling them both forward so they landed on the bed, crawling up the struggling body underneath him and pinning both his hands at his sides.

 

Their lips broke for only a moment, but that was all Sasuke needed as he banged his head forward, connecting his forehead to Itachi's nose and catching the asshole temporarily off guard. He used that advantage to wiggle his arms free, barely scrambling out from underneath his oppressor before two arms wrapped around his waist, spinning him around and slamming him face first into the mattress, keeping his arms behind his waist as he crawled on top of the younger's back, forcing a knee into his spine as Sasuke struggled beneath him.

 

“Let me go!” He wiggled underneath him, trying his hardest to move against the hold Itachi had on him. “Let me go you asshole! I won't let you touch me again! I hate you!” He kicked back, connecting with Itachi's hip just enough to use it as leverage to spin them around, dislodging the elder from his back, just enough to turn around and have Itachi pin him again, this time right over the top of him.

 

“Stop whining. I detest it!” Itachi hissed, and for the first time Sasuke noticed the blood dripping from his nose. “Why must we do this every time…I grow tired of this.” A hand fisted in his hair, pulling him forward and bringing them face-to-face. “You are the one responsible for killing that girl. Stop blaming others and hone up to your own weaknesses.”

 

Sasuke opened his mouth to respond, but was never allowed the chance as Itachi connected their mouths again, forcing the body underneath him into the mattress as he devoured his lips. He shouldn't be surprised, this was always the way things turned out between them, and just now…well he really didn't mind so much.

 

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The entrance to Konoha had never looked drearier and as foreboding than it did now. The cold body resting in his arms seemed to weigh a great deal more as he thought about just what would happen once he crossed the threshold and everybody would have to see just what he had let happen.

 

They had been put into groups for the precise reason that they could protect each other better in pairs, and yet he had failed. It was a strange concept to him, and the one time he had to feel the overwhelming crushing sensation of defeat was when someone else's life was on the line. It had drained him to the point where all he wanted to do was crawl back under that rock pile that had nearly crush him and let it do just that.

 

It wouldn't be so bad either, but the worst part of all was that this agonizing defeat came from the hands of none other than one of their own. A traitor. He would kill him again if he ever got the chance. A person that far gone had no business living anyways.

 

Shutting his eyes, Shikamaru pictured just what it would be like to tell Naruto that his best friend was a murderer, and he couldn't even stomach such a thing. In all honesty him and the blond haired moron had become somewhat friends in the months since the one closest to him abandoned him, and he had to say he was actually starting to care about him. Or at least he cared about him enough not to want to tell him about Hinata's death or the details concerning it…but then again he didn't really want to tell anybody about that…it was all so troublesome.

 

The sharp intake of breath was first thing that signaled that someone had finally spotted him. Sighing in annoyance at what he knew was to come, Shikamaru looked up to see the Hokage herself actually running to meet him. So she already knew something was amiss? It shouldn't really surprise him; she no doubt had ANBU in place all over the village to let her know if anything was wrong, and the sight of a beaten and bloody teen carrying a body was just something that would set off one of those red flags.

 

“Shikamaru what happened?” She demanded, the worry barely restrained in her voice as she neared them, a gasp the first thing to indicate that she had finally spotted Hinata, hidden well beneath the hood of her jacket. “Gods…what happened!?”

 

“Sasuke Uchiha,” He spit the words like poison, the thought of such a person ever being emulated in this village now disgusting to him. He watched Tsunade's eyes widen at the information, Shizune gasping beside her as she began to shake her head in denial, obviously not believing that Konoha's golden boy could be capable of such a thing. He didn't know why though…apparently it ran in the blood.

 

“It was the Akatsuki then?” She asked, and for a moment Shikamaru began to wonder just how she knew where he was, when under constant questioning from Naruto she claimed time and time again that she had no idea, and that there were no leads at all to his disappearance.

 

“It was.” He said shortly, trying to read the Sanin's thoughts as he appraised, for some reason something just didn't seem right. The way of questioning was all off given the amount of information he had bestowed upon her.

 

“Did he actually strike the blow, or was he just there?” Shikamaru's eyes narrowed in suspicion, now almost positive there was something going on.

 

“I saw him ram the dagger him and his partner were there to steal through her heart myself.” Shizune covered her face once again, looking at Tsunade and then back to Shikamaru before finally exploding.

 

“Lady Tsunade it's awful! We have to get that boy back! It's obvious he's strayed from his…”

 

“Be quiet Shizune!” Tsunade snapped, anger filtering through her voice as she

stared in fury at the person beside her, and suddenly, in Shikamaru's calculating mind, everything began to make sense.

 

“He's a spy.” He spit out in almost disgust. He did not want to believe it. The Hokage could not have been foolish enough to assign Sasuke such a mission given his personal history with the Akatsuki, even if she didn't know he was sleeping with one of its members. It was a careless act…and an act that had caused a fellow shinobi to lose her life.

 

Tsunade glared at Shizune, obviously blaming this information getting out on her earlier slip up. “I see Asuma wasn't bluffing when he told me of your intelligence, but know that this is above top secret, and the fate of everybody involved depends on keeping it that way.”

 

“The fate of everybody involved?” He asked back, the annoyance dripping in his voice as he clutched the body even closer. The utter hypocrisy of that statement finally sinking in. “I couldn't care less if Sasuke dies - he is just troublesome. He killed Hinata - he needs to be the dead one.” He turned his head to the side, clenching his fists in the girl's jacket as he tried to keep his temper, that normally wasn't even there, in check. “You must know he's gone rogue.”

 

Tsunade sighed, walking forward and placing a hand on Hinata's now cold cheek. “It is a definite possibility, but we can't make that determination yet. Depending upon the circumstances, he may have had no choice.”

 

Images of Hinata blocking the thrust that was meant for his own chest filled his head, and he realized that as much as he was loathe to admit it, the fact was that Sasuke never actually tried to kill her. No, the blow was meant for him, and he had a feeling it was due to the information he knew.

 

“Were you aware that he's sleeping with his brother?” Shikamaru said coldly, acting as though it was common knowledge, flickering his eyes up to Tsunade who didn't look quite as stunned as she should be. Even Shizune looked more ashamed then surprised.

 

“You knew?” He asked in an emotionless monotone. “You knew and you still let him go?” A light clicked on in his brain as he digested this disturbing bit of information, and suddenly it made sense. “You did it so he could get close to Itachi Uchiha…You used their demented relationship as a means for him to infiltrate…that's low.”

 

Shizune looked away, not saying anything this time, and that was the part that worried Shikamaru the most. …Just how long had they known about this? “We didn't know the full extent of their relationship. We only knew of Itachi's attraction to Sasuke.”

 

“Itachi's?” He asked, more than a little surprised that it hadn't been the exact opposite. “How would you know that? He's been missing since he was 13.” None of this made sense. It was like something was missing to tie all this together.

 

Rolling her eyes in distaste, Tsuande realized she obviously wasn't getting out of this. “We have someone in deep cover, and he specializes in this area.” He couldn't help it, his eyes widened a bit at that.

 

“You have two spies in the Akatsuki?” The Hokage said nothing at that, going on as if the question was never asked in the first place.

 

“The information we attained from the operative led us to believe that this was a good solution. We thought Sasuke could handle it…” She trailed off at that, and it seemed the Hokage didn't have as much faith in Sasuke as she had led him to believe earlier.

 

“Lady Tsunade would never do something to endanger any of her shinobi!” Shizune shot out with, defending her master to the tooth and nail like usual. “She was sure Sasuke didn't harbor those feelings in return.”

 

He had no idea why. Even he could see how enamored Sasuke was with that sick fuck the day he had come to visit him in the hospital. They must have realized something like this would happen, but then again he supposed the Lady Hokage did have a reputation of being somewhat of a gambler.

 

“Is that what you're going to tell Kiba and Shino…that you didn't mean to do it? Is that what you're going to tell the village once they've realized Hinata was slain by one of their own?” His cold gaze got a bit harder, now glaring at the Hokage who he felt anything but respect for right now.

 

“As far as everyone else is concerned she wasn't slain by one of her own. She was killed by a member of the Akatsuki.” Shikamaru's eyes narrowed even more, not believing he was getting wrapped up in such politics.

 

“You're going to cover it up…” He stated matter-o factly, not wanting to believe he was hearing such words when a girl was decaying in his arms.

 

“Don't look at me like that. If we don't cover it up can you imagine what would happen?” She waved a hand out in front of her, anger obviously coursing through her. “If certain people found out about it, the consequences would be much worse than what happened here tonight,” At the blank look on his face it seemed she felt the need to elaborate more. “If Naruto found out.”

 

The blond haired moron's face once more came to his mind, and he thought about how he had been dreading telling him most of all. It would seem that his and the Hokage's mindset wasn't all that far off.

 

“Naruto is what they want, and just what do you think would happen if he learned the truth of what transpired today?” He shut his eyes, knowing exactly what that hot-tempered brat would do if he found out. He'd go berserk, rushing off for the kill, and more than likely getting himself caught in the process.

 

“So what are we supposed tell him, that Sasuke is still missing?” The thought of the bastard getting away with none of the blame was really pissing him off. It was so troublesome.

 

Tsunade shook her head, keeping on a fierce bravado, but Shikamaru had a feeling that this was bothering her just as much as it was him. “Don't even mention Sasuke's name. If Naruto learns that Sasuke is even involved with the Akatsuki he'll go rushing after him, and we cannot allow him to be captured for whatever goal they're aiming for that involves him.”

 

“So he gets off free for murder?” The Chuunin asked, all but tired of this conversation - he wanted to just go and be left to his own thoughts. Especially since he knew it would end with him obeying the Hokage and omitting Sasuke Uchiha's name from any of his reports.

 

“Sasuke will be dealt with in time, but we have neither the information, nor the resources to do anything about what happened right now, horrible as it may be.” Her hand once more fell to Hinata's cheek, and something inside him made him back away, breaking the leader of his village's connection with the girl.

 

“Like I said…he gets off free.” He glared, not caring how insubordinate he was being. “Now if you'll excuse me I will give you my full debriefing later, I have the troublesome job of bringing Hinata's body back to her father.”

 

Without another word to the Hokage he pushed past her and Shizune, heading towards the Hyuuga part of the village. Given the information he had learned he knew he must abide by what she told him, but he swore to himself, that no matter what happened, he would have his own revenge against the Uchiha that should have died that night along with the rest of his clan.

 

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“Oh Gods Itachi!” Sasuke cried out, slipping over the edge as pleasure rushed down his spine and exploded into the waiting mouth that was currently resting between his legs. His entire body was shaking as he rode out his orgasm, watching with heavy lidded eyes as Itachi wiped his mouth, not hesitating in pulling the younger's body forward and coming into the position where Sasuke was seated atop his lap, the dripping hardness his brother had accumulated rubbing up against his sensitive hole that he had earlier prepared.

 

He hadn't said a word to him the entire time. Not since he had called him pathetic and told him to take responsibility. No, he stripped Sasuke, who was still in tears, and comforted him he supposed in the only way he knew how.

 

Leaning forward, Itachi kissed along his brother's tear stained cheeks, licking at the saltiness that had encrusted them. Shaking once more, for entirely different reasons, Sasuke loathed his entire body as he allowed it to sink down, fully impaling himself upon his brother's cock.

 

His hands held tight around Itachi's neck as the elder began to move his hips, having Sasuke ride his lap as he continued to cry. It felt like he was pouring out his entire soul, leaving no part unaffected as he cried for everything that he had done…everything that had been done to him. He cried for Hinata, his village, and he cried for Itachi himself, because this was how he was and there was no way of changing it.

 

The feeling of their bodies molding perfectly together was enough to make Sasuke's hypersensitive cock harden again, only adding to his pleasure as Itachi reached down, matching strokes in time with the way that Sasuke would lift his hips, coming back down upon the elder's length as the mewls of approval he received only kept him going more.

 

Itachi's face was buried in his chest, and he could feel him panting against his skin. He adored the fact that he could do this to Itachi…that no matter how cruel he might be, when in the throws of pleasure he was the same as anyone with their loved one.

 

His abs tightened as he threw his head back, slamming down even harder as Itachi's hands gripped his hips tightly, forcibly speeding up his movements. Their bodies were encased in a layer of sweat from the hot sultry night, but it didn't matter, because he was already in hell, and if he had to burn with Itachi, let it burn all the hotter!

 

Leaning down, he kissed his brother's lips, not bothering with chastity as he let his mouth open, their tongues dancing in the night as their bodies merged perfectly as one. He was getting close, and as his abs tightened to hold back the orgasm he didn't yet want to come, Itachi pressed into him extra hard, hitting his prostate and sending him over the edge for the second time that night.

 

He screamed once again, falling backwards so that his head hit the mattress, in a backbend as Itachi continued to move his hips up and down, unaware of the cum coating both their bodies. Sasuke couldn't even see straight as he allowed his eyes to close, the post orgasmic high hitting worse than before. He would have probably passed out if it hadn't been for Itachi ramming into him relentlessly, letting out a moan unlike any he had ever heard before shuddering and filling the body awkwardly atop him with cum.

 

Itachi let go of him then, allowing Sasuke to fall completely onto the mattress, breathing so heavily he thought he might hyperventilate. His hands were sprawled above his head, and his brother made good use of this position as he entwined his fingers in them, coming to rest atop the body he had just fucked so thoroughly that all the problems Sasuke had had from before had promptly flew out the window.

 

He looked down at the younger Uchiha, tilting his head a little to the side before leaning in and connecting their mouths, pouring all those useless sentiments he could never say into that kiss, making him appreciated in a time when he even he hated himself.

 

Even when Itachi pulled away he stayed nested atop him, their lips barely millimeters away as their panted breaths reverberated off the other's face. Itachi's heaving chest fell into his own, their breaths sinking as they shared yet another kiss.

 

After they had broke apart from this one, Itachi allowed his weight to fall fully on Sasuke, nuzzling his face into the crook of the other's neck as he allowed the aftermath of what they had just done to settle.

 

It was times like these when the entire world began to fade, and he didn't worry about what he had done, what was in store for them, or hell even whether or not they had a future. Right now it was just he and Itachi, not stigmas about them, no guilt, all he felt now was…

 

“Itachi?...” He asked, feeling a slight `hmm' against his collarbone as his brother began to slightly nip at his skin. The words `I love you' got stuck awkwardly in his throat, causing him to practically cough at the weight of them. Instead he said words much more familiar to him, and yet now with a seemingly different meaning. “I hate you.” Were the soft-spoken sweet nothings he uttered into his fellow sinner's ear, kissing his head as he nuzzled into his brother's slightly damp hair.

 

Though somehow, he was sure Itachi understood, because, with one more kiss to his collarbone he leaned up once again, giving the teenager a small chaste kiss before pulling away again. “I have something to show you.” He released Sasuke's hands, using his now free one to rub the sweat slicked bangs away from his forehead. “Get up.”

 

With that said Itachi promptly slid off him, reaching to the side of the bed where their discarded clothes were strewn everywhere. His naked back seemed to glisten as stray moonlight beams hit his skin, making it glow eternal.

 

Sasuke sat up in bed, not being able to resist the urge to kiss that skin, all the while letting his arms drape lazily over his brother's shoulders so they were in somewhat of a backward embrace.

 

“Do you think I can ever be forgiven for the things I've done?” He said, letting the weight of the world once more sink down on his shoulders as he let his forehead fall to Itachi's back.

 

Itachi said nothing to this, just reaching for the first article of clothing to touch his fingertips, which happened to be his Akatsuki cloak, and tossing it back at his brother. “Put that on.” Was the cold spoken command, as he unwrapped himself from Sasuke and pulled on a pair of pants, not bothering with anything else.

 

Sasuke raised an eyebrow, of course used to Itachi's odd behavior, but never at all having to like it. He didn't really get a choice though, because Itachi was sliding open the door before he even had a chance to blink. Scowling, Sasuke jumped up in bed, grabbing his boxers and the Akatsuki cloak that had been thrown at him, before rushing after Itachi's quickly retreating form.

 

He walked silently behind Itachi, their bare feet padding quietly against the ground. His brother didn't say a word to him as they made their way through the odd maze that was the Akatsuki's headquarters. It seemed the further they walked, the darker the atmosphere around them changed. Just where were they going anyways?

 

“Itachi where are we…”

 

“Quiet.” Was the hiss he was interrupted with as they turned the corner to see what looked to be a blast shield door. Itachi reached out his hand, placing it on a little square in the door, causing it to glow an almost fiery orange before the locking mechanisms clicked out of place and the door that could probably withstand the fiercest attacks slid calmly open.

 

Feeling a wave of confusion sweep over him, Sasuke tried not to show the shock he was experiencing on his face as he walked in to see what looked to be treasure vault. His eyes scanned the area, taking in the many weapons scattered around, and money…a lot of it. There were stacks of gold lining the walls, spilling over as it practically coated the floor. He could just imagine the evil member's of the organization he belonged to sleeping a top their wealth just like the dragons in all those bedtime fairytales Itachi used to read to him when he was younger. The wealth the Akatsuki must have attained was literally indescribable.

 

“You seem to have done well for yourselves.” Sasuke bit out in distaste, shooting a familiar glare into his brother's back that Itachi didn't even bother to respond to.

 

“Yes, well you can't exactly rule the world without some form of currency, now can you Otouto?” Knowing he was right, Sasuke kept his mouth shut; trying not to let the disgust for everything they stood for show up on his face.

 

Itachi was staring at him, as if he had already expected him to have a revelation about something by now, and was almost disappointed that he hadn't. Feeling that normal bristle in his spine whenever his brother looked down on him for something he had no control over, he let his onyx eyes scan the room once more, taking in various trinkets, noticing that the stone he had almost died for was encased in glass that looked to be almost as thick as the door they had came through.

 

It was then that it occurred to him that if the stone was here, then there was a good chance that… “The scroll!” He exclaimed, eyes hitting a wall full of them, dusty and lined with all the information the Akatsuki had come in contact with. Just what amazing knowledge was contained in those? How many forbidden jutsus had they managed to learn?

 

“What are we doing here?” He let his voice laced with suspicion rush over them both, turning towards Itachi with distrustful eyes, watching as the elder walked calmly over to the wall, pulling a random scroll from the numerous piles of them and throwing it swiftly towards his brother.

 

“We had a deal.” He said without emotion as Sasuke ran his hands down the binding keeping the paper, he had come all the way here to retrieve, together. …It was all for this?

 

Trying not to grip the scroll too hard in his hand, Sasuke walked towards Itachi, bound and determined to get answers onto just what was going on around here. “What's it for? Tell me what you're planning with Naruto?”

 

“Why? So you can go running to his rescue?” Itachi scoffed, a dark look passing over his face as he discussed the Kyuubi. “Information concerning that brat was not part of the arrangement, and considering I had to clean up your mess with Sasori, you're lucky you're getting that.”

 

“How can you be so callous? Talking about your teammate as if he was dirt underneath your fingernails! But then again that's how you see everyone isn't it, niisan!? No one can compare to the great Itachi Uchiha.” His eyes narrowed to slits as the scroll in his hands bent from the pressure. “I suppose I don't rank much higher than anyone else, do I?”

 

Itachi actually had the audacity to roll his eyes at that. “Another fit outoto? Do you have the capacity in you to have a conversation without the self deprivation that causes you to wallow in a pool of your own self-pity?”

 

“Fuck you!” He shot back with, to which Itachi just shook his head.

 

“Predictable response, from a predictable spoiled brat.” Itachi's voice was laced with coldness as he walked towards a case near the stone.

 

Just about ready to attack the jackass from behind, Sasuke reeled in his temper, far too exhausted to deal with this in their normal way, and he didn't want to. He didn't want to be his old self, he wanted to be someone new. He wanted to be able to look at himself in the mirror, and not be disgusted with the image he saw in return.

 

“I won't do this again Itachi.” Closing his eyes, he said probably the hardest words that had ever passed his lips. “I'm leaving here…I'm leaving you.” He saw Itachi's back stiffen, knowing that this is what had to happen. He couldn't stay in this selfish love any longer, he had to go back to the life he once knew…he had to protect Naruto from whatever was about to happen to him, in a way he hadn't been able to protect the Hyuugi girl.

 

“Is that so?” His brother asked quietly, turning around with an impassive face. “Go then. Run back to the village that by now hates you. Leave like the weak coward you are, I have no use for you anymore.”

 

“N-no use?” His voice faltered, not quite believing what he was hearing, and yet knowing that he should be used to it by now. He shook his head, being too drained to even let his heart break. “I can't believe I let myself fall for your lies once again. I won't let it control me anymore though. I'm leaving, unless you give me a legitimate reason to stay.”

 

“Do as you wish.” Fighting back the broken sob threatening to escape him, Sasuke let his hands reach up to the tie holding his cloak on, and let it fall vicariously to the floor, so that he was only standing there in boxers, the thought of such a thing being on him was suffocating.

 

“That's it, after everything that's happened all I can get from you is that?” He shook his head in sadness. “You really are heartless, aren't you?” It was the same thing…the same thing that always happened. “Would you miss me?”

 

“Don't ask questions…” Itachi started, but Sasuke interrupted the familiar line before he ever got a chance to finish.

 

“I already know the answers to?” He finished softly, scooping up the cloak, and after walking towards his brother, thrusting it into his arms. “Well I don't know the answer to this one Itachi! I can only speculate as to what could be going on in that twisted soul of yours, and every time I lower myself to try I lose yet another piece of myself.” He pushed on Itachi's chest, making sure he took the cloak. “But I'm taking it back Itachi, I'm taking it all back!”

 

“By leaving? Do you really think the answer to all your problems is to run away from them like you always do?” Sasuke turned away, looking bitterly to the floor.

 

“My mission is over Itachi…so why should I stay when I mean less than nothing to you?” He tried not to let a shiver go down his spine when a hand came to his chin, slightly turning it, while at the same time wrapping the discarded cloak lightly around his shoulders.

 

“When did I ever tell you that?” His brother asked, and Sasuke resisted the urge to smile bitterly.

 

“When have you ever said anything?” Bitterness filled his voice as he reached up to take the cloak that had been laid on his shoulders off once more. “Take this back…I don't want to be reminded of what might have been.”

 

“Keep it. You are an Akatsuki, and as such that uniform is rightfully yours, as is the ring still adorned on your finger.” Itachi was giving him his own cloak so that he could be part of the organization he had brought him into, and yet it all seemed so wrong.

 

“I'm not your pet Itachi!” He looked into Itachi's eyes then, trying to find some form of acceptance in them. “I want to be your equal.” It was all he had ever wanted, and he knew then that he would do everything in him to achieve that. Itachi would see him as his equal, even if it took him leaving to prove it!

 

Things were so complicated, and part of him wanted nothing more than to throw himself once more at his brother and have him tell him that everything would be fine, but he wouldn't…no he couldn't allow that to happen again. Too many terrible events had occurred, events he could never take back. He couldn't pretend anymore…he wouldn't do it! He would be a different person…he would no longer be Itachi's lapdog! He would grow, and if Itachi didn't see that then he would sprout up so high he would leave the one that he cares for most behind…and he would glow in the sunshine alone.

 

He sighed as Itachi walked away from him, half hoping he would have given him a reason to stay, and then cursing himself once again for letting himself fall into that trap. He would change…he would, he wouldn't be weak anymore. He wouldn't be controlled, and he wouldn't be that pathetic mess Deidara had dragged home with him!

 

When Itachi turned around he had with him the same dagger that was tipped with Hinata's blood. “Come here Sasuke.” His brother commanded, doing the rarity of actually using his name. Given the circumstances, the Uchiha felt he had no choice but to comply.

 

“What do you want Itachi?” He asked, and as soon as he got in front of his brother the elder grabbed his hand.

 

“What do you want Otouto?” Itachi responded with, gripping the hand within his almost gently.

 

What did he want? Love, acceptance, but he was fairly sure the main thing he had already expressed quite vehemently early. “I want to be your equal.” They were the hardest words that had ever left his lips, and he had never meant anything more in his life.

 

Sasuke couldn't help the gasp that escaped his lips when Itachi let the dagger descend upon him, cutting along the teen's palm and letting the fresh crimson drip to the floor. The sharp pain lanced through his hand, but was somewhat overwhelmed when lips descended upon the wound, kissing it gently and letting the fresh blood cover his lips, making them the deepest ruby red in color.

 

Not that such actions weren't peculiar enough, but then Itachi thrust the dagger into the younger's hand, holding his own up in a very similar fashion to how he had held Sasuke's. Even though this seemed insane, he knew exactly what his Aniki wanted from him. Gripping the dagger he had used the day before to take a life, Sasuke cut lightly along Itachi's palm, watching his brother bleed for one of the first times in his life. He didn't protest when the knife was taken away after that, or when Itachi led his face down to his hands, pressing his lips gently against the cut and letting that coppery taste filter into his mouth.

 

When Sasuke pulled away he looked into Itachi's eyes, searching for something to explain why his heart was suddenly aching with the very feelings he had just said he was going to leave behind. He hardly noticed when Itachi once more slid their hands together, letting their wounds mingle while mixing their blood in only a way true brothers could.

 

“We share the same blood, how could we not be?” Those words…the ones he had been waiting to hear his entire life, and yet now that he had, all he could do was stare. Though that became less of an option when Itachi leaned down, affectively stealing his breath with a kiss. It only lasted for a moment though, before Itachi pulled away and tipped his chin. “Stay, and surpass what you've already become.”

 

That…that was probably the closest to begging Itachi would ever get. He had asked him…he had asked him to stay. How could he turn down something like that, even if he had been convinced to leave? He would stay, and he would also find a way to get the information to Konoha. He would do exactly what he had set out to do in the first place, and when he accomplished his goal and Naruto was safe, well then he would relish in that fact buried deep in Itachi's arms. He wouldn't fail again.

 

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A.N- Well this…is the last chapter for part 1. I just thought I should explain this because this story will come in two arcs. And like actually Naruto will have somewhat of a time skip inbetween. And I'm sorry for those who object to that, but trust me for the plot of the story it had to be done. The next chapter that comes out will be a year later and Sasuke and Naruto will be 16. Hooray! So what did you guys think of this chapter? I really think, or at least tried to do this, that my characters grew…I'm so proud of them. But yes, in the past Sasuke has been a little bitch…and this chapter was like a weep-a-thon for him, but it really was like a life changing growing thing…I promise. And god Itachi just seems so much nicer, which bugs the hell outta me in some ways, but then other ways I think a good thing, and necessary, because if Sasuke is changing through this whole thing, well then Itachi should be too! Anyways I love all you guys, and thank you so much for the reviews I've received so far. And an update should be out fairly soon! I have a two hour break between classes now where I have literally nothing to do, so you guys should look forward to lots of updates from all my stories!

 

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