Naruto Fan Fiction / Naruto Shippuden Fan Fiction ❯ The Never Played Symphonies ❯ Who I Could Never Be ( Chapter 17 )

 

 

The Never Played Symphonies

 

Chapter 17: Who I Could Never Be

 

 

Sasuke whined, curled up tightly in his sheets as he tried desperately to ignore the raging storm outside, which was hard to do considering the wind was blowing so ferociously it practically knocked down the shutters. He would not be scared! He would not! He was starting ninja academy after all! What would his father say if he caught him crying again because of the storm? Then again, he did know one way to get over these storms without crawling to his parents. No, he found someone else entirely's bed to crawl into for that night and ride it out.

 

Another strike of lightning struck the ground, practically making him shoot out of his bed like a cat out of water, the hair on his back standing on end. “Niisan!” He cried, abandoning the warmth of his covers for the cold floor beneath. He would be warm soon anyways, all he had to do was make it from here to his brother's room across the hall. …Such an act shouldn't prove to be too difficult, that is if the storm outside would just learn to be quiet while he was trying to do so.

 

Tip-toeing across the hallway, Sasuke carefully slid the door that led to his brother's room open, being met with darkness as he tried to make his way over to the bed. He almost did…almost, except right before he got there he tripped on what felt like a stick, a very painful stick, and smashed his face into the ground below, fighting everything within him to push away the sobs that were threatening to escape from his throat. He. Would. Not. Cry. Though as yet another streak of thunder clapped across the sky, all of his reservations flew through out the window and he let out a shriek…a very loud one.

 

His shrieking soon turned in to full blown sobbing as he lay on the floor, willing the pain in his nose to go away. He felt nothing but the fear and dull throb throughout his face, nothing that is, until two arms wrapped around his back and legs, lifting him up off the floor and carrying him over to the mattress that was still quite warm from Itachi's

body heat.

 

“Sshh Sshh…It's okay.” He soothed into his ear, rubbing smooth circles along his back as he pulled the covers over both of them. “It'll be okay now, Otouto, stop crying.” He said gently, holding the child close to his body as he gently rocked him. It was odd, but just this was enough for Sasuke to forget all about his pain. As a matter of fact he completely calmed down, relaxing in the comforting embrace of his brother's arms.

 

“Aniki! I'm scared!” He whispered against his brother's chest, noticing for the first time that it was bare, as a matter of fact, Itachi didn't seem to be wearing any bottoms either.

 

“It's alright, Otouto, soon the storm will pass.” He soothed, burying his face in the younger one's sweat soaked spikes and giving him a kiss on the top of his head for good measure. “You'll always be safe with me.”

 

Sasuke nodded, not even bothering to respond. He didn't need to, because he knew that above all the things he would be told in the world, this one rang the most truth. He would always be safe wrapped in his Niisan's arms.

 

Shifting, Sasuke heard an intake come from Itachi's mouth, and so he shifted once again to get a good look at what had caused Itachi to sound almost pained. What he saw was his brother's eyes far away, gritting his teeth as he clenched the sheets with the free hand that wasn't holding Sasuke.

 

“Aniki what's wrong?” Sasuke innocently asked, moving closer to the distressed Uchiha, and in doing so moving so he was practically sitting atop his lap. “You look like you have to pee…Do you need to use the bathroom?”

 

Itachi stiffly nodded his head, never looking in Sasuke's direction as the boy bounced atop the elder, trying to find a comfortable position to settle down in for the night. “Sasuke…” He heard his brother moan, and figured he must have really needed to use the bathroom by the way his privates seemed to be moving until they poked him in the backside.

 

“Sasuke…I…I need you.” Was the strained groan that escaped Itachi's lips, right before he pulled Sasuke forward, smashing the child's face against his own. The boy's eyes widened to saucers, not at all knowing what was wrong with his Niisan as he moved his lips against his own, fumbling awkwardly against his face as he moved his hips up and down. Not sure what was happening, Sasuke just played along, letting the elder do what he wanted so that he didn't upset him. …He had been nice and let him share his bed after all.

 

When Itachi finally pulled away, both participants were panting, and Sasuke noticed how his brother's eyes had flooded red with the Sharingan, looking down at him with an almost sinister glint. …Sasuke did not like it; it didn't look like his kind Aniki at all.

 

“Foolish Otouto,” Itachi chastised, shaking his head a little as he continued to hold the small body in his arms. “The things you let me do to you.” A devilish smirk appeared on his seemingly transformed brother's face, and suddenly, Sasuke didn't feel very safe at all.

 

“Niisan I don't understand.” Sasuke whined quietly, squirming on that lap that didn't seem near as inviting as before.

 

“You will.” Itachi replied back almost simultaneously, reaching out to stroke Sasuke's spikes, all the while reaching behind him to feel his way underneath his pillow. “Soon you'll know everything.”

 

His other hand then came to Sasuke's face, first stroking his cheekbone, and then coming to rest over his eyes, almost as if he were getting ready to play some sort of game. The fun never came though. “Where you're going Sasuke, you won't need eyes to see.” Instead Itachi leaned into his ear, whispering treacherous words that sent a cold shiver down the young Uchiha's spine. Itachi kissed his neck then, once more speaking against his ear. “…Such pretty eyes.” And with that he felt his brother spring forward, sinking into his chest the kunai he had hid under his pillow. Sasuke let out a silent scream, feeling the pain shoot through him as it pierced his heart, and then…he felt nothing at all.

 

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Sasuke awoke with a start, chest heaving as his body propelled forward on the bed, waking up in a delirious haze as he struggled to distinguish dream from reality. His mind was a blur as his breath came out in deep pants, and he reached a hand to his chest, needing to know that there wasn't a sharp piece of metal protruding from it.

 

“Shit…” He gasped out, still breathing heavily as he fell back in the bed, stretching his arms above his head, and once more jumping up when they hit something soft, with a definite flesh like quality to it.

 

Clambering to the end of the bed, Sasuke stared with wide eyes, not at all being prepared for an intruder in his bed, especially after that dream. When he caught site of who it was, however, his anxiety faded exponentially.

 

“Itachi, you're back.” His brother had been gone with Kisame on a recruiting mission in the Land of Waves for the last month and half. They were sent there to drum up support for Akatsuki's cause, though Sasuke had no idea why. He had never seen a pair of people he'd rather not have to strike up a friendly conversation with. One looked like a blue shark, and the other…well the other was the embodiment of evil itself, though he supposed it didn't hurt that that so-called evil bastard could control people with his eyes.

 

Eyes…he swore he could still feel Itachi's hands over his own. That dream had felt so real, if only because the exact same scenario had happened so many times when he was little…minus the molestation of course.

 

“Yes, I returned last night. You were sleeping soundly so I felt no need to wake you.” Itachi said from the other side of their shared bed, not at all seeming to be concerned by the odd behavior of the teen. As a matter of fact he looked rather tired.

 

“How did it go?” Sasuke asked, not being able to meet his brother's gaze. No, when he looked at him all he could see were images of his dream. The worst part of it all, was he was still semi-hard. How disturbing was that? He was hard from a dream of his brother trying to fuck his 8-year-old self? …He needed serious counseling, that was really all there was to it.

 

“It was fine.” Shifting his weight in bed, Itachi turned his body to the smaller male, a body Sasuke noticed happened to be without clothes. “Come here.” He said, beckoning the teen closer, but for some reason he couldn't get his body to move. It was as if he were staring at a bear trap, and with one step he could get caught in it and lose a part of himself forever.

 

Itachi's eyebrow rose at the lack of response from the younger, and Sasuke waited with nervous trepidation as his brother scooted closer to him on the bed. A hand reached out, going to touch his shoulder, and Sasuke couldn't help it, when that hand touched him…he recoiled.

 

Sasuke's eyes widened, hoping his brother hadn't noticed such a thing, but of course he had. Steely black eyes narrowed at the small action, and that hand retreated back, an icy tone feeling the room.

 

“Itachi I didn't mean it! I just…”

 

“I'll go get breakfast.” The Uchiha interrupted with, standing up out of the bed and grabbing at his discarded clothes. Itachi didn't even look at him as he left the room, leaving Sasuke sitting on the bed, feeling very nervous about just what was going to happen when the foul tempered Uchiha prodigy returned.

 

He hadn't meant to do that, and he really should have known better. When Itachi was choosing to actually comfort him, and not just fuck him to the point of unconsciousness, he could actually be…dare he say, somewhat self-conscious about it? Then again, he knew for a fact that that wasn't possible, so he must really want breakfast.

 

Of course, even if the elder Uchiha was hungry, that did not make what he had done remotely acceptable. Especially seeing as how this was one of the rare moments when Itachi was actually there! They were always away on missions, and in the eight months since he had come to the Akatsuki, he had only actually seen Itachi a handful of times. Even when Itachi was actually there, he was always training, or doing something that somehow made it impossible for him to be around. Honestly, Sasuke sometimes thought he purposely avoided him, but not today. Today, Itachi had actually done the rarity and tried, and Sasuke had flinched…No, he definitely was not going let Sasuke forget this.

 

Falling backwards onto the bed, Sasuke waited in trepidation until he heard the door once more slide open, the delicate smell of food drifting to his nose. Cracking open an eye, Sasuke watched as Itachi laid down a plate of chicken and mushroom crepes in front of him, helping himself to his own strawberry ones. A bottle of orange juice and two glasses were also set in front of him for the two of them to share out of. Sasuke couldn't help it…he raised an eyebrow in speculation. Why was Itachi being so kind?

 

“Thank you.” He managed to get out, sitting up to scoop up his plate of food. He dug in, relishing in the delectable taste, practically moaning as it simmered on his tongue. It was really a wonder, he had thought when he had first come to Akatsuki that they were barbaric, but after getting out of that damned cage he found that he had actually become quite spoiled.

 

Deidara constantly ridiculed him about being a pampered brat, but then again, with all the damn missions he had to go on, he supposed he made up for it. He swore, after being in the organization for so long, he was sure that he didn't even have a conscience anymore. The most horrendous tasks wouldn't even faze him, and yet he got all excited when Itachi brought him breakfast. …There was something really twisted with that thought.

 

He watched Itachi pick at his own food, staring down at the plate in thought. Now his brother often acted strange, but this was a little odd. Usually when they saw each other for the first time after a mission, they couldn't wait to rip off the other's clothes.

 

“What's wrong?” Sasuke couldn't help but ask, not liking this contemplative side of his brother. He had seen Itachi like this before, and it never ended well. For example, Itachi had been like this before he drowned their cousin, and he had been like this before he had set their village in ruins. This, in some sick way, was Itachi's reaction to guilt. Only this time, Sasuke had no idea what it was Itachi was feeling guilty about.

 

Itachi said nothing to him, continuing to stare at his plate and poke at a strawberry. Shaking his head, Sasuke placed his mostly devoured food to the side, crawling across the bed to where Itachi was resting precariously on the side. His dream was long forgotten by this point, as a matter of fact he was pissed with himself that he had ever let it get to him in the first place.

 

Pushing back the fear, Sasuke reached out to his brother, grabbing the untouched food from his hands. “Aniki, if you weren't going to eat it, then you shouldn't have bothered taking it.” He chastised, trying to beat away the warning bells going off in his head that told him he was going to be killed for what he just did. …Well, killed or fucked, and he certainly was hoping for the latter.

 

Coal black eyes turned to him then, and like usual, Sasuke could see nothing in those depths. “Do not presume to tell me what to do.” And like lightning, Itachi was on him in less then a second, pressing him down into the mattress as his loosely tied bed shirt came open, welcoming Itachi even more into the area in-between his thighs.

 

After being broken out of his haze, Itachi actually got a smirk on his face, letting his hands wonder all over Sasuke's body. One settled on the tie that kept the white yukata Sasuke was wearing for bed closed, and the other on the younger's neck, reaching his thumb out to caress the skin there. Just having the man between his legs again was enough to make Sasuke let out a shameless moan, leaning further into the touch as their breakfast lay long forgotten.

 

“Not so afraid of my touch now, are you?” Itachi whispered seductively against his earlobe, leaning in to place kisses all along his neck, fully set on torturing the squirming body beneath him.

 

Panting, Sasuke almost lost it when the hand resting on his sash ripped at the tie, tearing it open. “It was…it was a…”

 

“Nightmare.” Itachi finished for him, biting down on his pulse as his hand went down to stroke the growing bulge forming between Sasuke's thighs. “Your pathetic whimpering woke me.” He grinded their bodies, biting down hard on Sasuke's throat and making the Uchiha gasp in both pain and pleasure. “What was it about?” His brother asked, all the while rocking their bodies in just the right way that made Sasuke want to scream.

 

He couldn't take the friction of Itachi's pants rubbing up against his now revealed cock, each clothed thrust sent him into an almost maddening haze. So, while clinging desperately to Itachi's back, Sasuke used all the strength he had to flip the two of them over, resting snuggly on the elder's hips, reveling in how their faces were now only inches apart.

 

“You.” Sasuke answered breathlessly. “You killed me…stabbed me right in the heart” The teen explained, placing a hand to his chest in emphasis. Itachi reached up then, gripping the material still loosely clinging to Sasuke's form, pulling him even closer so that a creamy shoulder was revealed and their lips were practically touching.

 

“Do you fear it…?” Itachi whispered, never taking his eyes off the body atop him. “Death by my hands?” A shiver went through Sasuke then, making the bare thighs clinging around Itachi tighten even more, keeping him in an almost viselike grip.

 

They stayed like that, Sasuke on top, almost afraid to move as Itachi stared at him for an answer. He would have to answer, that he knew, it was unavoidable by this point. Their previous activity was long forgotten, the tension of this morning coming back full force. …He knew he wasn't going to get away with that flinch.

 

“…Yes” Sasuke finally answered, barely loud enough to even reach Itachi's ears, and yet Sasuke knew that it had. By the way Itachi's eyes had hardened, the Uchiha knew that he had done something wrong, but he couldn't take his words back, he could only relish in the way that, to get out of their locked gaze, his brother had pulled him roughly down for a kiss.

 

Sasuke whined, savoring the sweet taste of Itachi that he hadn't tasted in so long. He rocked his body, shifting closer to the one underneath him as he opened his mouth, letting the silk tongue he loved so much invade his cavern, sensuously tracing along the edges as the grip in his bedclothes tightened even more.

 

He could feel the intense hardness poking up against his backside, and noticed how similar the position was to his dream. He wouldn't let it be like that though. No, he had something else entirely planned for the body he adored resting underneath him.

 

Pulling away from their locked kiss, Sasuke began to make hot trails down Itachi's neck, stopping at the collarbone to prompt the elder to sit up, pulling his tank top over his head as he immediately continued his descent, licking along the creamy white flesh that seemed to almost ripple with pleasure as he did so.

 

His tongue traveled to Itachi's stomach, licking his way along his abs and stopping to playfully plummet it into his belly button, loving the sharp intake of breath he got because of it. Strangely enough, that was one of the few weak points he had been able to find at all on his brother's body.

 

“Did you miss me Niisan?” Sasuke asked playfully, stopping his descent to look up, and was only half surprised to see smoldering eyes staring down at him with pure desire burning in their depths. “I missed you…Gods I missed you inside me.”

 

That triggered a response from his lover, as the elder grabbed at his spikes, forcing them down until Sasuke's lips hit the front of Itachi's pants, forced into the thick bulge that gave off a spicy scent that shot a wave of pleasure right to his groin.

 

Prying his head up a little, Sasuke backtracked, stopping at the waistband of the black pants to grab the tie with his teeth, slowly slipping the not loose, making sure to never break eye contact with his brother as he did so. Once he had gotten the tie undone, he pushed them slowly over Itachi's thin hips, loving the thick trail of dark curls that became revealed as he slipped the material all the way down, licking his lips as the dark leaking organ was finally free.

 

Leaning down, he let his face nuzzle into the material, loving how Itachi's grip tightened on him even more as he did so. He placed kisses all up and down those thighs, noticing the pearl of precum that escaped from Itachi's length. Oh yes, before this was over he would have this be one of those rare moment when Itachi cried out for him as he came. …He would have this be one of those times when his damned brother actually needed him.

 

His tongue snaked out, licking along the base of the organ that he wanted nothing more than to have inside of him. It quivered at his touch, encouraging him to give another lick, wrapping his lips around the head once he reached the top.

 

Sucking on the head, Sasuke let his lips sink in around it as he forced the shaft down his mouth, loving how Itachi practically squirmed when the muscles in his throat contracted around it. Though, as he was coming up he almost let a malicious smirk come to his lips at what he had planned. Keeping a good grip on Itachi's hips, Sasuke let his teeth come out, scraping up along his brother's length as he retracted, hearing the hiss and noticing the small droplets of blood beginning to form at the base.

 

Itachi yanked him up, anger reflected coolly on his face, never once yelling, and letting his grip somewhat relax at the teasing grin on Sasuke's face. “Explain why I shouldn't kill you.” His brother growled, and Sasuke just leaned in to kiss him in reply.

 

As their lips were connected, Sasuke reached around them to grab at the unused bottle of orange juice Itachi had been kind enough to bring this morning. The malicious grin only continuing to spread on his face.

 

Pulling away, Sasuke once more settled at his place between the elder's legs. Juice in hand, and taking a large gulp, the Uchiha kept it in his mouth as he let his lips close carefully around Itachi's sensitive skin.

 

The reaction was immediate, as the stray juices began to trickle out of Sasuke's mouth, Itachi practically arched up into it, the sting from the acidic drink being enough to send him over the edge. Sasuke tried not to gloat at knowing fully well about Itachi's masochistic tendencies, using his mouth instead to bob lower, letting the cock fully settle in his throat before he swallowed the juice in his mouth. His throat constricted around the organ in his mouth as the stimulant slid down along with it, making Itachi grip the bed sheets as he struggled to hold back any sound.

 

Sasuke hummed against the length, settling into a steady rhythm. He had had much practice at this, and by now he knew just how Itachi liked it…this wouldn't last long. Reaching down, the Uchiha gentled fondled his lover's testicles, swallowing him whole once again as he forced his mouth down as deep as it would go. He prepared himself as Itachi's muscles went taut, and hot seed spilled into him, sliding down and warming him as he swallowed it all before pulling away.

 

His heart skipped a beat when he came up, seeing the intense almost frightening gaze Itachi had fixed him with. “ Sasuke…” He moaned, pulling the younger forward and crashing their lips together almost violently. …It hadn't been a scream, but it was pretty damn close all things considering.

 

Up until now, Sasuke had almost forgot about his own needs, but his problem came back full force when Itachi spun him around, forcing him into an almost backwards straddle on his lap as his hand went into the folds of his Yukata. He wrapped a hand roughly around his rock hard erection, stroking him as his lips fell to his shoulder, biting down roughly as the boy atop him road out the pleasure. He moved his hips in time with each stroke. He would cum any time…he was too far gone by this point to even consider trying to last any length at all.

 

He was moaning uncontrollably, saying heated sentiments as the pleasure took over his brain. Sasuke reached behind him to wrap his arms around Itachi's neck, pulling him closer as he let out a scream, shooting his seed out across the room, practically hitting the door. …He supposed the only thing that saved it was the fact that the door slid open right at that time, making it so it hit something else entirely.

 

“Eww! That is so fucking disgusting!” Shit. Sasuke stared crossly at the blond in the doorway, trying to catch his breath, all the while wrapping his mind around the fact that the bastard had just seen him shoot his load…on him.

 

“Fuck Deidara!” He growled, falling forward as Itachi's arms stayed wrapped around him. He couldn't handle this shit right now! Itachi had just gotten back!

 

“Yes, well I know how that would be like now thanks to you…You really can shoot `em far, can't you?” Deidara mocked, and Sasuke fought everything in him not to blush from embarrassment.

 

“What the hell are you doing here?” Sasuke practically whined, burying his face in the mattress. He tried not to think about just what the little bastard could now use against him. He had just shot his cum all over him for fucks sake!

 

Sasuke could feel Deidara's eyes on him, just like he could feel the grip Itachi had on him tighten. “If you don't need anything, get out.” The elder Uchiha stated coldly, seemingly unfazed by the position they were in. Honestly, it wasn't all that surprising. Deidara seemed to make it a common occurrence to walk in on them after sex. He supposed he had gotten his comeuppance today though…literally.

 

Deidara scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned against the doorway. “What do you take me for, someone who just wanted to see you guys fuck? It is such a common occurrence though, finding a time when you aren't is a rarity in upon itself, yeah”

 

Grabbing a sheet, Sasuke scowled up at his partner who he had learned to not hate over the last couple months…kind of. “Deidara Itachi just got back, so go away and leave us alone.”

 

“Afraid I can't Sparky, for you see…the both of you have been called by Leader for new assignments. Apparently we head out immediately.” New assignments? That couldn't possibly be!

 

“But he just got back!” Sasuke cried, more than a little peeved that they had only gotten a few hours before being separated again. Usually they got a few days at least.

 

“I don't make the rules kid, apparently it's some meeting. Get dressed, Leader wants to see all four of us immediately, un.” Deidara gave a cynical smile, motioning down to his pants. “And aren't I just sooo lucky, I get to go with a huge cum stain on my clothes like I was some adolescent who couldn't control where I shot…I'll just have to inform him that that title belongs solely to you, no?”

 

Pointing towards the door, Sasuke gave the blond a death glare, which he seemed to accept, because he once more closed the door, leaving the brooding Uchiha alone with Itachi. “It isn't fair.” He heard himself whine, falling back to rest in their backwards embrace. He was fully aware that he was whining, but he couldn't help himself. He never got to see Itachi, which was the one reason he was at this hellhole in the first place! …Well one of the reasons.

 

He turned his head when he felt Itachi's breath on his cheek, meeting his brother's lips as they softly kissed. That one kiss soon turned much more heated, and Sasuke struggled to turn around so that he was sitting right in the Akatsuki's lap. All the while devouring the mouth beneath his as if it were the very air he needed to breathe.

 

They broke away for only a moment, long enough for Itachi to flip Sasuke underneath him, and then his lips were on his once again. The elder caressing his tongue gently with his own as they basked in the afterglow that had been previously interrupted.

 

Itachi pulled away, giving one last chaste kiss before reaching out and flicking Sasuke's forehead as he had done so many times before. “Forgive me Otouto, another time.” With that he pulled his pants back up, slipping his shirt on, grabbing his cloak, and heading out the door, all the while leaving Sasuke sitting there with a stunned expression. He held the place his brother had just flicked in remembrance of just how many times Itachi had broken those promises. The fear inside him was that somehow he might just break this one as well.

 

After Sasuke had gotten dressed, he followed Deidara and Itachi's now cold trail towards the meeting room where `Leader' bestowed upon them mission after mission to ensure the Akatsuki's riches and power. It was supposed to be giving them splendors they've never known…or at least that's what was promised. So far all Sasuke got was a lot of scars, and a serious case of separation anxiety with his brother.

 

When he opened the doors he was surprised to see Itachi and Leader already in somewhat of heated discussion, or at least he assumed so by how rigid his brother's body had become. The discussion itself was kept to almost a whisper. Though he did catch the word `Konoha' which could never bode well for anything he was doing. He remembered his last mission involving the hidden leaf village very well, and it still haunted his dreams.

 

“I see you've finally arrived Sasuke.” Leader said, taking his attention away from his sibling to focus on the one at the door instead. “I have a mission for you and Deidara, or rather, I have a mission that you will be taking over.”

 

“Taking over?” He asked, somewhat confused. He shot a glance to Itachi, to see him staring resolutely at the ground, as a matter of fact he looked kind of pissed.

 

“Yes, you see I require Kisame and Itachi to go on a rather urgent mission elsewhere, and they were to meet someone today for crucial information.” Meet someone? Sasuke furrowed his brow, soaking all of it in as he wondered just why they would send Itachi and Kisame on something as petty as talking to an informant.

 

“I see, and can you tell me who exactly this informant is?” By the way Itachi was reacting to the news, he was obviously not at all happy about being bumped from such a thing, which made Sasuke even more curious to learn just what was going on. It also didn't help matters that Kisame was silently chuckling in the corner, as if this whole thing was one big joke.

 

“Believe me Uchiha, you'll know when you see him. He wears the mark of your previous village.” At that, Sasuke's eyes widened to saucers.

 

No, they couldn't possibly… “You have a spy in Konoha!?” That wasn't possible! Who would possibly spy for the Akatsuki? His hands clenched at his sides, and as he glanced over to Itachi he noticed that his actions were being mirrored.

 

“Indeed.” Leader said smugly, obviously enjoying the internal struggle such information was creating in his pawn. “That isn't a problem, is it? I would have thought all the blood on your hands would have washed away such sentimentality.”

 

Sasuke bit his tongue, forcing the anger threatening to bubble out back down his throat. He was determined to keep his cool, because in matters concerning his village, he had to be most discrete.

 

“It's fine.” He said callously, all the while burning up with questions on the inside. It seemed whenever he came to this room they were all in on this big joke, and were only toying with him. Though, if he read his brother's reactions right, it would seem that this time, Itachi wasn't in on the joke either.

 

“Good.” He said sternly, giving one more malicious smirk towards Itachi. “Get out.” The harshness behind that tone was enough to send a chill down Sasuke's spine, and it was in that moment that he realized something…Itachi was being punished! He was being punished, and for some reason Sasuke didn't think how his brother was acting this morning was a coincidence.

 

He watched Kisame and Itachi begin to exit, and ran to catch up with them. Sasuke was determined to get some answers, but a hand on his arm stopped him and he turned to see that it was Deidara holding him back.

 

“Trust me Sparky, you do not want to talk to your brother right now.” Glaring, Sasuke tried to rip his hand away, but the blond kept a good hold. “I'm serious, if you do I can only imagine the wicked things he'll do to you, un” Deidara paused, a grin cracking his face as he leaned forward to whisper in the Uchiha's ear. “And I promise you, he'll do things not even someone as perverted as you will enjoy.” Sasuke shuddered, being much too entranced by just what that might entail to even object to being led out the door. If Itachi was really that mad, he could only begin to fathom just what this mission might have in store.

 

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Sasuke wasn't too proud to admit that he pouted the entire time, bugging the hell out of Deidara the whole way. He did to try to get him to give him some inclination as to what had happened in that meeting hall, and why the hell Itachi refused to even look at him as he curtly left with Kisame to check up on their JinchÅ«riki who just happened to be Naruto. The blond had just returned back to the village after leaving with Jiraiya, a village Sannin, for training and it was imperative that they check up on his status. The very thought of them circling Naruto like vultures was enough to make him sick, but then again he couldn't do anything about it. …Other than what he had, which was to send word before hand to Tsunade. He was careful when he did it, and he had to be, because if not he would be killed, but he refused to betray his village completely…not even for Itachi.

 

Though Itachi going off to spy on his friend wasn't what he was concerned about right now, yet the thought was never far from his mind. What he wanted to know right now was whom they were going to see, and why it seemed to be like some huge joke, only he didn't know the punch line.

 

He couldn't even begin to imagine who in the village of the leaf would be spying for the Akatsuki, except himself of course. Yet it had to be someone rather important, because if it wasn't he was sure it wouldn't be such a big deal. Because he knew it had to be someone special, especially if Itachi was getting so upset over it.

 

“Deidara tell me!” He tried for the thousandth time as they entered a small village on the outskirts of the Land of Fire, the place they were supposed to meet this `traitor.' He had learned to quell his feelings over the last year, but still, depending on who this person is, it might be rather hard to keep his anger in check.

 

“Sparky, I don't know what you're talking about…you're too paranoid.” Deidara looked ahead, scanning the city before he seemed to find what he was looking for. “Why don't you run along and book us a room while I scan out the meeting place before we have to go.”

 

Knowing he wasn't going to get anything out of his partner, Sasuke gave a bitter nod, walking over to the inn and trying to expel the anger through his nostrils as if he were some dragon trying to expel his flames. The smell of ramen wafted into his nose as he passed by, bringing up some fond memories that he would rather not think about at the moment…not when his homicidal brother was with that person right now.

 

Stepping through the curtain, Sasuke went up to the receptionist desk and paid the man for two rooms. He enjoyed these missions for the very fact that he was allowed his own room, and for just a night or two he was out of the Akatsuki's watchful eyes, or at least he could pretend that he was.

 

“That's a very interesting outfit you have.” Sasuke tensed, finishing his transaction with the clerk as he turned wary eyes to the seemingly friendly voice behind him. If someone was questioning his outfit, then chances are they had recognized it, and that could never be good news.

 

When he finally turned around he couldn't help but let his eyes widen a little in surprise. He had no idea who this person was, but it was kind of, in a lot of ways, like looking in a mirror. His hair was shortly cropped, the headband with insignia of the leaf showing proudly on his forehead, and his eyes, they were almost black enough to be an Uchiha's. The resemblance wasn't perfect, but at just seeing the tall teenager he couldn't help but think that this was who he was supposed to meet.

 

“Who are you?” He asked suspiciously, the almost disconcerting smile on his face somewhat throwing him off guard. That smile never left his face as the shinobi stepped forward, and Sasuke had to fight everything within him not to take a step back.

 

“No one of any consequence, but I don't even need to ask who you are.” He took another step forward, actually reaching out to run a hand through his hair, and this time Sasuke couldn't help but bat the hand away, narrowing his eyes in suspicion. “You look just like him.”

 

Now, he really didn't need to ask who that was. “And just what do you know about my brother?” He hissed, closing the distance between them and reaching behind towards his sword. The very sword that used to belong to Orochimaru, it had ended his life and sent Sasori into a comma that he still had yet to wake up from.

 

He smiled, and Sasuke tried to ignore everything within him that told him to haul off and punch that bastard. “Hmm…you really don't know anything, do you?”

 

“And just what do you think you know?” He hissed, glaring at the leaf ninja who seemed to know so much, and the bastard actually had the audacity to laugh.

 

“Well I know one thing…you're a little bitch.” The laughter stopped. “It's a wonder what he sees in you at all.” At that, whatever restraint he had was lost, and in the next moment he had withdrawn his sword, slamming the shinobi up against the wall and placing the red-hot blade against his throat.

 

“Listen, up until now I've spared you my wrath, but either cut the shit, or I'll watch your blood spray all over the pavement.” His threats had gotten much more vicious lately, and the sad thing is most of the time they weren't even threats.

 

The shinobi started to laugh again, smiling wide as he didn't seem intimidated in the least. “What's the matter, scared that I know something about him that you don't?”

 

He was about to reply to that, but he was interrupted by yet another voice from the doorway. “Now now, let's not argue with Itachi's little fuck toy.”

 

Glaring, Sasuke turned annoyed, pissed that Deidara would even say something at a time like this. “How many times have I told you to drop that bullshit!” He growled, not at all surprised to see the sadistic smirk covering the blond's features.

 

“I wasn't talking to you.” He was about to ask `what' but then the words registered in his mind, and all he could do was let his eyes widen in shock. …He couldn't possibly mean…

 

Eyes now blazing in fury, he turned back to the shinobi, who looked a little too much like him to be coincidence, and pressed the blade into his throat, sneering as a droplet of blood slid down the blade. “Who. Are. You.” He growled, mind swimming with so many possibilities at what Deidara had said, and how the creepy bastard was still giving him that same stupid smirk. “Did you hear me!?” He practically yelled, digging the blade in even further. “I asked who the fuck are you to Itachi!? Who are you to my brother!?”

 

“Who am I to him?...That I'm not too sure.” He put a hand to his chin, ignoring the half insane Uchiha in front of him. “Though what is it he calls me all the time? Oh yeah…tight.”

 

With that Sasuke really did lose control, Sharingan flooding his eyes as he was fully prepared to slit the bastard's throat, and probably would have if Deidara's hands hadn't wrapped around his waist, pulling him backwards just as he swiped the sword.

 

“Calm down Sparky, we need him alive.” Deidara tried, actually struggling to hold on to Sasuke that could see nothing anymore except his own blood lust. “His name is Sai. His is our informant with the Hidden Leaf Village.”

 

Sai smiled once again, wiping the blood from his neck as he walked forward, never once perturbed that he had nearly gotten his throat slit. “Temper temper, you know how Itachi frowns on such things. You wouldn't want him to think you weak, would you?” That smile grew as he reached out, laying a palm on Sasuke's cheek as he leaned right into his face, ignoring the fact that the Uchiha was giving him a look that could kill. No, it seemed he couldn't look away from his crimson irises. “…Such pretty eyes.”

 

He didn't know why, but just hearing that sent a cold chill up his spine, and his sword fell from his hand, clambering unnoticed as he couldn't take his eyes off of this stranger who seemed to know so much. Was Itachi really with him? Was this the one he had been searching for since he had seen those incriminating marks on his brother's neck? Just who was this Sai, and what did he really mean to Itachi? Kisame had once told him that Itachi was only fucking him, he wondered if this is what his brother's partner had meant so long ago. This traitor of leaf might be connected in ways he could never imagine. He had to know…he had to know everything!

 

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A.N- SOOOOOO here starts the second ARC!!! I didn't abandon you guys I swear! I tried to make the time skip not so confusing, and so it didn't mess up Itachi and Sasuke's relationship as much as possible…so yeah…I kinda put a lot of hints into this chapter, and quite a few secrets were revealed, and I promise next chapter will be even more juicy! So please Read and Review so I know I'm still loved, and the reviews really DO help me out…like one reviewer told me about my ridiculous run on sentences, and I really did try to fix them LOL…kinda

 

Anyways I luv you all!

 

~Stina the Wicked~