Naruto Fan Fiction / Naruto Shippuden Fan Fiction ❯ The Never Played Symphonies ❯ Reunion ( Chapter 26 )

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The Never Played Symphonies

Chapter 26: Reunion

Sasuke waded in the river, they were less than a few hours from Konoha's borders at this point. He had woken up with Naruto curled around him, and when the blond had tried kissing him in the morning he had tried his best to respond, but had ended up running into the bushes to puke his guts out. ...They had silently walked after that. Sasuke begged forgiveness, sending Naruto up ahead to eat lunch. He couldn't go back to the village in the state he was in. He was covered in blood and filth, his thighs a flakey mess of blood and cum as he itched. He had just barely managed to get the shorts down his sore thighs and crawl into the cold river water, but it had honestly never felt better.

He floated on his back, the water slow and shallow enough to let him wade there. The pink tendrils drifting away from him managed to at least make him appear clean. The water was almost like a sensory deprivation tank as he laid there, staring up at the sky. What had he done? He had taken the nicest, least selfish person he had ever met, and he had turned him into a monster...he had ruined him. Not to mention what he had done to Itachi. His brother, who had trusted him with the deepest workings of his mind, who had called him his light, and he had ruined them. He had cheated on him. Of course Itachi had cheated first, but he wouldn't exactly compare that slut to Naruto. He shut his eyes, remembering Sai's fate, and how the death of the teen had only proceeded to bring him and Itachi closer. No, it wasn't that, was it? It was the necklace, and he had left it in the shack for Itachi to find along with the blood. Maybe he would think he was dead?

He finally managed to pull himself away from his maudlin thoughts, turning over and swimming back to the shore. It was warm enough he was able to air dry, shaking at his long black spikes, hardly sticking up at all anymore. He was looking more and more like Itachi every day. If he combed his hair down, if he got those hard eyes, would people even be able to tell the difference? Sasuke glanced down at his reflection in the river, flinching as he saw the person looking back. He bent down, hugging his knees in the water. God...Naruto had done a number on him. Sasuke reached up to feel at his broken nose. His chakra was trying to heal it, but it was a bit crooked. He was pale, and the bruises on both of his eyes stood out stark on his face. His eyes were red from held back tears, and the haunted look in his one black eye was enough to send a shiver down his spine. He'd heal...on the outside at least. He's heal once he got his strength back. Sasuke stood up again, the water dripping down his body as he looked down. He traced over the jagged scar on his stomach, a matching one on his back. His body had fared better than his face, most of the marks Naruto had left on it were gone, and as he reached down between his thighs he realized that he had healed there as well...as much as anyone could.

That solved the problem of his body at least, just not his mind. He couldn't shake the haze or just wanting to shut down his emotions. To not care. What was there to care about anyways? He'd more than likely be dead in a few hours, so he supposed it didn't matter anyways. He sneered at what he had for clothing options. His shorts were dirty and stained, and his shirt was in tatters and ruined. He pulled the shorts on anyways, but there was no hope for the shirt, the claw marks too gawing and obvious. That just left the cloak, which just that thought made him frown in displeasure. The best way to get on Konoha's good side, walk into the village with a soul broken Naruto and an Akatsuki cloak. They'd kill him for sure. He was fairly certain they'd kill him anyways. Probably the only thing to prevent it at this point would be if Kakashi, Shikamaru, and Sakura had made it back. Well, he'd know either way in a few hours.

Sasuke never imagined he'd make it back to Konoha, let alone almost three years after he had originally left it. Three years with Itachi, and this is how it had ended up? His mind flashed to the morning before, being forced into the ground on his hands and knees, Naruto inside him, moaning for him as he thrust hard enough to skid him across the dirt. He shook his head, pushing those thoughts far away. What good would it do to think about it now? Shit happened...he knew that more than anyone. This was just one more thing in a long line of shit in his life. He reached to grab the cloak, putting it on over his bare shoulder. He sheathed the sword on his back, before he headed the way he had sent Naruto. If not all way composed, at least he was cleaner.

He held the cloak towards him as he walked towards Naruto, a few miles away from him probably right now. He'd catch up. He'd doubt Naruto would leave him behind and go into Konoha. Sasuke was a traitor, and the blond knew that. He hated him for that. Sasuke wouldn't admit it out loud, but he hated Naruto too. He hated the fact that he had ruined his life. He hated that the Akatsuki wanted him so badly...they barely tolerated Sasuke.

Sasuke paused in his tracks, a cold shiver traveling down his spine as he saw a familiar tree. Was he really here? Three years later? He reached out, running his fingers down the bark. His mind flashed to being pressed up against here, Itachi behind him, tying him up to it. The first time realizing what they both wanted. He looked up to the branch, a scrap of cloth that used to be his shirt still stuck there even after all these years.

“Nostalgic Otouto?” The color drained out of Sasuke's face at the sound of that voice. Was he imagining it? Was it all in his head? How had Itachi gotten here so fast? What did he know? He had probably found the shack...found the necklace. God...what did he know? The longing he felt after being away from him for three months ate at him, almost crippled him to his knees. He hated that it was after what had happened, but he couldn't care about that now. He couldn't think about what Itachi knew or didn't know, because he was there...and Sasuke needed him so much.

Sasuke turned slowly, entire body trembling in the wake of seeing Itachi. He didn't see anger on that face, he couldn't recognize anything. Itachi wasn't wearing his cloak, just loose fitting pants, fishnet, and a tank top...he looked like his brother used to look, stance calculated but relaxed. Itachi was glad he had found him...at least that's what he would tell himself.

“Itachi…” He said, desperation thick in his voice, at least that's what he thought was in his voice. His brother's face changed slightly when he saw him. Sasuke didn't notice, taking off at a run towards him, flying at a running leap towards him. Itachi caught him easily. Sasuke's bandaged up legs wrapped around Itachi's thin hips, sandals pressed into his back, arms wrapped around his neck...and where it had been his intention to kiss him, something strange happened. He didn't kiss him, not that he didn't want to, but he hugged him instead, head buried in Itachi's neck. His entire body was shaking as he clutched for him, not able to get close enough, not able to touch enough of Itachi as he inhaled his scent.

“Sasuke?” Itachi asked him, and Sasuke noticed the rarity of Itachi using his name. Not only that, but he heard something in the normally emotionless voice...concern. Why was he concerned? He should be mad....He was going to be so mad. Sasuke did kiss him then, Itachi still easily holding him as he kissed back. Stars exploded behind Sasuke's eyes as he felt it all, not like the kisses in that own private world they had in their minds. Sasuke whined softly as they kissed, not able to get enough as he drank Itachi in, the kiss sloppy...and wet...why was the kiss so wet?

Sasuke grunted as Itachi pulled back, and he shook his head. “No...no...kiss me...please kiss me…” He managed, begging as he pulled Itachi back to his lips, and his brother kissed back, as if he couldn't help himself. It was getting harder to breathe, and when Itachi pulled him back the next time, Sasuke let him. He realized then what was going on, why Itachi seemed so concerned. He was bawling, tears pouring down his eyes, sobs shaking out of his throat as it hit him. Everything that had happened to him the day before hit him. “Don't leave me again…” Sasuke hissed at him, hand lashing out and hitting Itachi in the side of the head, the other surprisingly taking it as he just watched Sasuke. “Don't you fucking leave me again Itachi!” He growled at him, hitting again, face breaking down the way it never had before. Not like his fits, not like the pain Itachi had seen in it multiple times before, usually by his own making. This time Sasuke broke. He clutched at him again, full broken sobs wracking his body. Itachi surprisingly let him cry as he just held him, even going so far as to rub his back, pet his hair. He must really be a mess.

Eventually Sasuke stilled, Itachi still holding him effortlessly, letting him get out whatever he needed to without a word. ...It was the most amount of comfort Itachi had ever shown him. “Are you going to tell me what's wrong with you?” Itachi asked, voice clipped with anger. “What happened?”

“Can't I just have missed you Aniki?” Sasuke asked, head laying on his shoulder, exhaustion setting in as he inhaled that familiar sense, body finally relaxed.

“Of that I have no doubt Otouto, but that doesn't explain your face...or your…” Itachi didn't even finish, left without words. Itachi had never been left without words.

“Didn't you say you'd fuck me the moment you saw me?” Sasuke asked him then, pulling back to watch Itachi. Who even knew what he looked like at that moment...he was probably hideous from all of the bruises and crying, but Itachi let him kiss him anyways.

“What are you talking about?” Itachi asked between kisses, backing them towards the tree. “Last time I saw you we weren't exactly talking about getting into your pants…” He kissed down Sasuke's neck, and he groaned, throwing his head back to give Itachi better access. His head slammed back, hitting the bark. “Not that I don't want that. Three months without you has been...difficult.” He admitted, and Sasuke knew that that was the closest Itachi would ever come to admitting he missed him. Sasuke sighed at the soft way Itachi kissed him then, almost reverently.

Sasuke held on as he was spun around, laid down on the ground as Itachi splayed him out, just watching him. Sasuke was still slightly trembling as he laid there for him, and knew exactly what Itachi's wandering eyes wanted to see. “It isn't so bad anymore…” He told him. “But...I'm marred.” Would Itachi think it hideous like he had his eye? He undid his cloak, opening it to show his creamy white flesh. His skinny body from being bed ridden for over a month was revealed...as was the hideous scar that bore right through him.

“Do you really think I care about something like this?” Itachi asked him, fingers tracing down Sasuke's flesh, causing the younger to squirm. He tried to remain calm as he stared up at his brother. Itachi's finger got to the scar, twisting Sasuke to see the matching one on his back. “You should be dead. I had considered the thought of what I would have to do if you had died...bringing you back would be tricky. I would have to resort to Orochimaru's tactics.” Itachi said with disgust, and Sasuke stared up with wide eyes as Itachi said that, as if bringing him back and using that forbidden jutsu was just some irritant in his brother's day. “But you lived...thanks to your eye.” He said, leaning down to kiss away the tears under Sasuke's green eye. “I suppose we have Sasori and Deidara to thank for that, don't we?” He asked him, grabbing Sasuke's legs to wrap back around him as he leaned over his body.

“Itachi?” Sasuke asked, his brother was acting strange, as if he was almost afraid to touch him. ...Did he really look so fragile. “What happened?” He reached up, tracing the necklace that was once more on Itachi's neck...so he had found the shack and seen the evidence of his and Naruto's fight.

Itachi sighed, as if it exhausted at just the thought of that story. “Later...right now I want you so bad I'm struggling not to rip your shorts off...even with you so…” He trailed off again, and Sasuke rose an eyebrow in inquiry. Just what was Itachi seeing. “Can you?” He asked him, kissing Sasuke then, fingers going underneath them to the clasp of his pants, only to find how ripped and broken they were. Sasuke flinched as Itachi pulled them down anyways.

Sasuke squirmed, lifting his hips for Itachi to pull them off slowly, pulling him back to his mouth after Itachi had thrown them away. “My poor Aniki...sex starved and wanting.” Sasuke taunted, spreading for Itachi as that mouth went to his neck, marking it up in the way he knew he loved to do. Itachi was going so slow with him that it was causing Sasuke to sigh in impatience, the other marking his neck up prettily and refusing to do anything else. “Niisan…” He tried, and then ripped Itachi off. “Itachi?” He asked him, feeling Itachi's need pressed against him. Itachi had never been this slow when they had been separated for long periods. He had hardly ever been this way even when they weren't. “What's wrong?”

Itachi glared down at him when his motives were questioned. “What's wrong?” He asked him. “Do you have any idea what you look like right now Sasuke?” He asked. “I cannot help but touch you right now, a weakness of mine I'll work on later, but don't expect me to fuck you up against that tree when you are looking at me like that!” He yelled, and went to pull away and up, but Sasuke's legs clung to him, preventing him from moving.

“Don't...I need you.” Sasuke said, honestly not knowing what he needed at this point. “I'm sorry I'm not up to your physical standards Itachi, but just...don't make me beg for it, alright?”

“Physical standards?” Itachi asked him, watching him, those calculating eyes boring down into him. He kept them black though, as if he wanted to find out what was wrong with Sasuke all on his own volition. “You know nothing Otouto, nothing about me, do you?” He almost accused. “You think that my cock cares if you have a scar on your stomach, or that your beautiful face is broken and bruised? You think I care what you look like?” Itachi slammed hands on either side of Sasuke's face, anger apparent in his eyes. “What's between us, has it ever been about looks for `you' Sasuke?”

No...of course it hadn't. He'd love Itachi if his brother was missing half his face. He shook his head in apology, hands cupping Itachi's face. “No Aniki...never.”

“Stop assuming you're a hole to be fucked in my eyes, Brightness…” Itachi growled at him, and Sasuke's heart was pounding so hard it hurt by this point. “Stop assuming that I wouldn't do absolutely everything for you...including not fucking you when you're bawling your eyes out.” He said, growling in frustration and pulling away. He turned from Sasuke as he left him laying there.

Sasuke struggled to sit up, pulling the cloak around his naked form. He crawled up behind Itachi, arms wrapping around his back. Itachi had revealed more in that one sentence then he had ever in the entire time they were together. “Itachi…” His voice was soft, quiet as he kissed his shoulder. “Itachi I messed up...I did something.” He didn't realize he was crying again until he was collapsed against Itachi, sobs wracking up his spine. “I did something...I did something…” He cried. He did something...Naruto did, but Sasuke would never let his friend take the blame. “I just missed you so much. I missed you and I needed someone…” He lied, crying as he took every ounce of blame, Itachi stiffening in his arms. “I'm sorry...I'm sorry...I'm a slut...and you were right...I can't help myself.” He couldn't breathe. He wasn't aware he was having a panic attack until he came back to himself. He was leaning against the tree and sobbing, breath gasping as he came back to himself. Itachi's hands were on his shoulders to steadied him. How long had he been out of it? He refocused on that face, trying to see how angry his brother was, see the murder in his face. What he saw was the mangekyo sharingan looking back at him. “No…” He begged, but Itachi's eyes had swirled, digging deep into his mind, tearing, searching. It didn't take long for him to find the scene from the day before, ripping it out of his mind to watch.

Sasuke experienced it all again, he experienced it over and over again as Itachi watched. He screamed as he was forced to witness every detail of his shame. Of the way he hadn't been strong enough to prevent Naruto from shaming himself. He watched it over and over again, Itachi replaying it in his mind as he memorized every detail. He could feel Itachi's anger growing each time, and Sasuke screamed as he kept playing the moment he had given in and cum, crying out Naruto's name. ...He was a whore, wasn't he? There was no denying it now.

By the time he was let out of his head he was just a panting mess of himself, throw up covering the front of his cloak as revulsion and shame were swirling around in him. He panted, daring a glance up then. He knew he would have to eventually, but he didn't want to see that hate. Not after Itachi's confessions. Not after the way he had been with him. When he finally looked up he did see that anger there, that cold biting fury that only Itachi could accomplish. “I'm so…” Before he could even finish though he was yanked forward, his lips claimed harshly, eating into his mouth as he struggled to keep up with this change. He was used to Itachi's jealousy, but he couldn't...he didn't think he could have sex with him right now.

“You idiot…” Itachi managed against his mouth, Sasuke could feel his lips shake. “Why? Why aren't you stronger?” He asked him, laying his head against Sasuke's. “You let him...you `came' for him.” Hands were in his spikes then, tightening almost painfully. “Why?”

“Because he wanted me to.” Sasuke whispered, knowing he wasn't making anything better. “Don't hurt him...Itachi if you ever cared for me don't hurt him.”

Itachi sneered at that. “You ask the impossible.” He hissed. “After what he did to you, I'll filet him from the inside out.”

“No.” Sasuke scrambled, cupping Itachi's face. “Please...we need him. He has the kyuubi in him. The Akatsuki needs him.”

“As if you ever cared about the Akatsuki's needs. You were here for him from the beginning.” He accused. “I've known of your mission, and your desires for him.”

“No.” Sasuke said again. “I was here for you, and if that meant joining the Akatsuki then I'll never regret that.” He tried. “I know I ruined it...ruined us...but please you can't hurt him. You'll ruin your entire life Itachi.” He tried to play on his brother's senses.

“You know nothing about my life Otouto.” Itachi said again. “I don't care about the Kyuubi, or the Akatsuki...I care that he rode you hard and put you away wet...and you're looking at me like it was your fault.” Itachi slammed his hands on either side of Sasuke's head. “The one time it isn't your fault and give yourself the blame!”

Sasuke's eyes widened at that, not expecting that reaction. “What?” He asked, searching Itachi's sharingan eyes. “It is my fault.”

Itachi sneered at that. “Oh you had a part to play, of this there's no doubt, but it wasn't your consent. He took away your ability to say no...to stay faithful. Your guilt over that thing has always been your downfall. It's why you don't have my eyes, and it's why you let yourself be lowered like that...to be made to think you liked it in that head of yours.”

Sasuke struggled to comprehend what Itachi was saying, the other blaming Naruto for it. “Just don't hurt him Itachi...He's almost to the village. We can just let him go.” He tried. “I don't want to fight you.” His head snapped to the side as he was backhanded.

“Fight me?” Itachi growled. “You can't fight, that was very much proven.” His hands gripped Sasuke's shoulders again. “The truth of the matter, my Otouto, you'll do nothing but watch as I rip his heart out of his chest for breaking yours.” Itachi tilt his head as he watched Sasuke's panic. “As a matter of fact, I'll give you the decision...I can do it...or you can.”

Sasuke shoved at him then. “Like I ever would!” He denied Itachi, of course he did. Naruto was his best friend.

“And I'm your lover.” Itachi hissed, Sasuke's eyes widening as the other seemed to read his mind. “I'm the one that will be there when everyone has abandoned you. I will be the only one left to pick up the pieces that you shatter into.”

“You're the reason for most of those pieces!” Sasuke hissed at him, thrown off balance by how Itachi seemed to be able to read him.

“Right...I killed your family.” Itachi said dispassionately. “I took away your innocence...against this tree...tell me Otouto, was it like Naruto for you?” He asked him, examining him closely. “Did you just `let' me?”

No. It had never been like that with them. He loved Itachi long before the tree. He wanted him long before Itachi ever gave in. He was the one to push this on them. He was the one with the sick desires. “Yes.” He said instead. “You sick bastard. You did the same. You can't blame him!”

“Filthy lying whore!” Itachi hissed back, completely angry as he slammed Sasuke against the tree. “I can blame him all I want, because he hurt you!” He had never seen Itachi angry like this, never felt this kind of loathing. “You. Are. Mine.” He informed him. “No one, not even the Kyuubi, will you take you from me. No one will change you unless it's me.”

Change him? “He didn't…” Sasuke tried.

“He did. He made you say yes to him, to do something you would never do.” He gripped Sasuke's hair. “He made you weak.”

“You make me weak.” Sasuke said to him then, remembering what Naruto had said to him. “He saved me. He saved my life Aniki. Doesn't that get him a pass?”

“It gets him a quicker death.” Itachi assured him spitefully.

Sasuke's heart was pounding, pawing at Itachi almost pleadingly. That's when he noticed something. “Itachi?” He asked, hand on his chest. “Where's your necklace?” He asked breathlessly, a cold fear filling him. “Wait...no…” He shook his head in denial. “No!”

“My clever Otouto.” Itachi tilt his head. “I'm not really here, am I?” He pointed to Sasuke's neck, the necklace dangling there. “You're in my head...so I ask you?” He grinned viciously. “Where am I?”

“No!” Sasuke screamed, fists pounding against Itachi. “No! No!” He had to wake up, to get to Naruto. “Itachi please don't...please Aniki if you love me you won't kill him.”

“Well then I guess I don't love you.” Itachi said coldly, and Sasuke's heart clenched. Itachi sighed at that, tilting Sasuke's head back. “You're a fool Otouto, my fool.” He leaned in then, kissing Sasuke's head almost in apology. “Forgive me for what I'm about to do. I've read for someone with chakra like ours this can be torture, but I can't have you interfering.”

“What are you talking about?” Sasuke asked, eyes stinging from Itachi's comment. Not realizing it would hurt so much to hear it out loud.

“Do you remember the third shrine you went to with Deidara?” He asked him. “What you brought back?” Sasuke didn't know what this had to do with anything, but he did remember.

“The diadem?” He asked, never knowing what the headband was for.

“I think the gold will bring out your eyes.” Itachi said mockingly. “Come find us Otouto...you can make your decision then.” Was all he said before Sasuke came back to himself, still against the tree, Itachi nowhere in sight.

Sasuke struggled up to his feet, reaching up to his forehead to feel the cool metal of the diadem. Why? Why had he put it on him? What did it do? How long had Itachi kept him trapped in that mind...how big of a head start on Naruto did he really have? It had to have been awhile. Itachi wouldn't risk letting him out otherwise. Either that or wherever Itachi was he could no longer break his mind into two parts. He ripped at the headband, trying to tear it off as it surrounded his head, covered largely by his spikes. “What the hell is this!?” He growled, tearing more at it in frustration. Whatever it was it was one of the three items the Akatsuki had taken. It was forbidden...it was evil, and Itachi had placed it on his head. He let go. Struggling wouldn't do any good now. He would find out what it did after he saved Naruto. He looked down at himself, dressed in his shorts and the tank top Itachi had been wearing, focusing his chakra to light up chidori on his feet...only to fail.

His eyes widened as he looked down, trying again only to realize he couldn't focus his chakra. He didn't have any. It was blocked...locked inside him. “No! You bastard!” He yelled, tugging once more at the gold plated diadem on his head. “No!” He screamed. How could he? How could he take away everything that made him a shinobi? Everything that made him strong! He looked around, grabbing his sword that was laying on top of that cursed cloak. He couldn't think about this now, not when Itachi was with Naruto. He took off running in the direction he had left him, hoping he made it there on time.

They were almost two miles away when he found them, and it hadn't been all that hard to find them. The destruction surrounding the scene looked like a bomb had gone off around them. Trees were smashed down, the woods surrounding them were on fire, and you could practically taste the chakra in the air. Blood was splattered along the ground, not enough to be a death wound, but enough to let him know that someone was very hurt.

Sasuke's eyes drifted up, widening at what he saw in the air as he came up behind Itachi, the other obviously knowing he was there. Itachi took no notice as he chanted, making hands signs as he concentrated. Sasuke didn't know the jutsu, but whatever it was he knew it was powerful...forbidden. Naruto was floating in the air, body contorted into a painful form. His arm was broken and twisted, and his eyes were red from the fox's chakra. ...Chakra that seemed to be slowly being ripped out of him. Sasuke took it all in, the red ball of power floating just over Naruto's head, more and more of the chakra leaving him as he seemed almost paralized. Itachi kept chanting, ripping it out of him with every word and hand sign.

“What are you doing?” He asked worriedly, glancing from Naruto, back to Itachi. Noticing for the first time the blood that was dripping steadily onto the ground from Itachi's side. His shoulder was also injured and bloody, but the other didn't let up at all with the jutsu. “Itachi!?” He yelled at him, taking out the sword. “Stop!”

Itachi glanced over at him, never stopping the chanting or hand signs, blood dripping more readily onto the ground as Naruto started screaming. Itachi's sharingan eyes were cold as they watched Sasuke, daring him to try something as he pulled the last of the red chakra out. The ball of energy was floating above them like a menacing red sun, daring to consume them.

“You took his chakra out, how?” Sasuke asked, eyes staring up at the ball as if transfixed. “The Kyuubi is sealed inside of him.”

“You're right, it is.” Itachi said, staring at his work. “Unless you stab that seal with a very special dagger...and know a jutsu from a very special scroll.” Itachi said almost tauntingly, and Sasuke felt his heart clench. The items he had stolen...betrayed his village for...killed for, they were what was doing this?

“Don't do this. It's too soon.” Sasuke begged him, knowing that if that chakra wasn't inside of Naruto he wouldn't be protected. He couldn't heal himself.

“I've given you far too much time with this cretin, and what did it cost me?” Itachi asked him. “Your appeal to me.” Sasuke flinched at the cold words, panic welling up inside him.

“You can't control the Kyuubi with that much chakra. You'll lose it! You're not strong enough!” He hissed, and Itachi looked over at him, scoffing in amusement.

“Don't be foolish. My eyes can handle this chakra, just as yours can.” He yanked his hand towards him, Naruto flying towards his hand, and it was then Sasuke saw the dagger imbedded in his gut.

“No!” Sasuke screamed, rushing over, only to be thrown back by a chakra blast before he ever got close enough to his friend. Sasuke flew back, not able to even stop himself with the damn diadem on his head, hitting hard against the tree. Sasuke coughed, blood welling in his mouth from reinjuring his ribs. He pushed himself up onto to see Itachi holding Naruto against his chest, hand underneath his chin, holding his neck tight.

“Let me inform you of how this is going to go.” Itachi told him. “He's going to die. You can choose if it is by my hand, or by your own, but it's going to happen.”

“He didn't do anything wrong!” Sasuke tried again. “Itachi I cheated on you...but he didn't anything. Punish me!” Cold red eyes glanced towards him, as if promising that that part would come.

“We really need to work on what you consider consent Otouto. I saw everything in your head...I know what he did.” Itachi squeezed that neck, causing Naruto to gasp. “Something to say for yourself? You can take your time. I know it must be hard to think while your blood slowly infests with bile from your gut. I promised him I'd give you a quick death, because I do appreciate you caring for my little brother.” He told the blond, and Sasuke felt his eyes well up with how out of it Naruto seemed. “I couldn't get away before then. It would be too suspicious, especially when I was going to take the three sacred objects with me...He'd be dead if it weren't for your care, and I..well...I wouldn't take the loss very well.” He assured Naruto, eyes locked with Sasuke's the entire time.

Naruto tried to speak, struggling with the obvious pain of it. “I never meant to hurt him. I'm in love with him.” He was cut off as Itachi squeezed his neck harder.

“You love him? How easy that leaves you...as if you even know him.” Itachi hissed into his ear. “I know his deepest darkest secrets. I know the type of horrible person that Sasuke Uchiha really is, but I keep him anyways.”

“I know Sasuke.” Naruto bit out. “I know he loves you more than he should...that he's obsessed with you. You make him a bad person, but that isn't who he is.”

Guilt ate at Sasuke as he heard Naruto defend him, even now...when he had gotten him killed. When he had let Itachi do this to him. “Get your hands off of him Itachi. I `will' kill you.”

Itachi's eyes were calculating as he watched Sasuke, as if he were playing the scenarios around in his mind. “You won't.” He finally said, a mess of blood underneath the pair from Itachi and Naruto's wounds. “But I'll let you try if you want.”

“You can't do this!” He yelled, gripping his sword, feeling powerless without the use of his chakra. He couldn't defend himself against Itachi. “You can't kill my best friend just because he touched me!”

“Why?” Itachi asked back. “I killed my own best friend because he touched you.” He said, voice dispassionate. “I've killed for you over and over again Otouto. Why should this surprise you now?” He asked. “Am I supposed to take your feelings into account? Are we supposed to discuss this like a couple?” He mocked. “He fucked you!” Itachi hissed. “He took you from me, and he hurt you!”

Sasuke felt sick, not knowing what to do. He'd never seen Itachi like this. The cold murder in his voice made him shudder in revulsion. How was he supposed to help Naruto when he couldn't fight? “I won't forgive you.” Sasuke threatened. “I'll never let you touch me again Itachi. I will `leave' you.”

“The worst kind of lie Brightness.” Itachi said, not looking at Sasuke, as if he couldn't look in his eyes at that. “Do you want to know how I know it's a lie?” He asked him. “Because we've been here before Sasuke. We know how it ends.”

The younger Uchiha screamed then, lashing forward into a run, only weapon he had to him was his sword. The one he had used to kill so many people, including Orochimaru. He came up behind Itachi, the sword held to his throat, anger pumping through his veins. “Do not presume that you mean enough to me to let you do this. You always said you didn't want me weak, well if he took him away from me and I just stood there and watched, what would that make me Aniki?” He hissed.

Naruto was fading fast, blood leaking from the wound as the dagger was imbedded in his stomach. “I'm sorry...Sasuke...I wanted you...But I wanted our first time to be special. I'm sorry…”

“Don't apologize to me Dobe.” Sasuke said. “You have nothing to be sorry about.” He tightened his grip on his sword, a pearl of blood dripping from Itachi's perfect throat. “Let him go. He'll pass out soon if we don't treat him.”

“And how are you going to treat him Otouto?” Itachi mocked. “His septic blood is festering as we speak. You've never learned any med-nin jutsu, not that you could use it even if you had it. He'll be dead by the time he reaches Konoha, and you'll have the corpse of one of its most prized members. You'll have to explain how he died, and where the secret locked within him has gone.” Itachi explained, as if talking to a child. “This is after you've managed to slit my throat...something I have feeling you're not strong enough to do. Not even for your precious Kyuubi.”

Sasuke was trembling as he pressed the sword to that throat, knowing he could end this all with one slice. Not even Itachi could come back from that. All he had to do was move his hand, spill Itachi's blood all over and lose the love of his life.

“You have another choice of course.” Itachi mused, no fear for his impending death in his voice at all. “You could finish him off...put him out of his misery. If you did you would get my eyes...oh sorry...eye.” He taunted. “You could get stronger than you've ever been.”

“And all it'll cost me is my soul!” Sasuke hissed.

“Oh, Otouto, you lost that long ago.” Itachi assured him. “Decide. He has about 45 seconds before he loses consciousness, and I would hate for him to miss the show.” He never once glanced back at Sasuke, holding onto Naruto's neck to keep him from collapsing. The ball of chakra above them was getting angry, as if struggling to get out of its bindings, sending red lightning shooting through the air.

“I won't choose you!” Sasuke growled, starting to slice and stopping before he hit the carotid artery, breath stealing in his throat. He couldn't...he couldn't…

“You lack the courage of your convictions Sasuke, do it!” Itachi hissed at him, and Sasuke's hand shook with the knowledge that he would once more be a disappointment.

“Naruto I'm so sorry.” Was all he said, before Itachi reacted, grabbing onto Sasuke's free hand and within a second had forced it to grip the dagger in Naruto's gut. He held onto it with him making them rip up together, cutting through flesh and organs as he sliced all the way up Naruto's stomach. Turning and aiming the dagger upwards and stabbing through his heart. “No!!!!” He screamed.

It happened all so fast, too fast. The sword clattered to the ground along with Naruto's body, and Sasuke screamed, running towards him as he grabbed for the bloody body on the floor. “No...No….” He laid his head against Naruto's, wondering what he had to go through before this. Wondering how much of a fight he had given Itachi. Knowing him, he was sure he kicked his brother's ass...but Itachi always won. He `always' won. “Naruto….Naruto answer me.” He shook him, the eyes cloudy and ashen. “Dobe...Dobe you're going to be okay.” He pressed his hand to the wound, Naruto's guts spilled all over the floor. “Itachi take this off...I'll give him my eye!” He yelled, willing to rip it out of his face if it would help his friend. “You can't leave me...not you…” Itachi took everything from him, but not this.

“He's a rotting corpse Otouto, get up we have to go.” Itachi said without sympathy, and Sasuke turned towards him, still holding onto Naruto. Even with the band he felt the chakra stirring under the surface. He stared with absolute hatred at his brother, who had taken everything from his life that he had ever cared about just because he could. He had taken his family from him, his village, and now this.

“Don't you dare talk about him like that!” How many times had Naruto stuck up for him? How many times had he believed in Sasuke when he had never believed in himself? How many times had he seen the good? “You took him from me!” He growled, the sky above them turning blood red, the ball of chakra crackling as it began to form a shape. “You take everything!” He screamed, and the diadem on his forehead broke open, falling off and onto the floor. “I loved him and you took him!” Sasuke screamed, chakra exploding around him as the sharingan came to his eye. He didn't realize how it filled in, slowly swirling into a windmill shape as he set Naruto's body down, covered in blood as he faced Itachi.

Itachi watched him, looking up at the sky, the kyuubi forming in chakra above him. He glanced back towards Sasuke, looking almost worried. “Calm down Otouto. You don't want this.”

“I want to see you dead.” Sasuke growled, the chakra swirling inside of him, feeling the power surge through him, enraging him. The red chakra above them sparked dangerously, as if struggling to be released, just as angered with the loss of its host as Sasuke was. “I want to see what your insides look like...just like I know what his look like!” He yelled, one eye green, the other fully covered in the mangekyo. “Itachi. I will kill you.” He said, voice dark with murder as he moved then, disappearing so fast with chidori and the use of his improved eye that he knew Itachi couldn't follow.

Sasuke's hand lit with chidori, slamming it into Itachi's chest as the other went flying. He used his mind to track the movement, appearing behind him before he crashed into the tree, kicking him with the same lightening. He did this over and over again. The two flew through the air as Sasuke beat him, hands and feet smashing into Itachi's body as they flew through the chakra, and tornado lighting up in the air with it all. He slammed Itachi's body into the ground, landing on top of him. He pressed chidori to his chest as he went in for the kill, pressing it into Itachi's as he seared him from the inside out. His eyes went insane as they trained on Itachi, Mangekyo starting to swirl as he wanted him in his mind. He wanted to torture him in the way Itachi had so many times before. He would kill him. He would end him.

“Do you think you're strong enough?” Itachi asked as the chidori racked through his body. “Do you think you can use your eye so soon?” He asked, and then glanced beyond Sasuke, body starting to convulse. “Sasuke...Sasuke watch out…” He managed, shoving Sasuke back and off of him only to have the chakra from above slam into him, slam through him.

Sasuke screamed with it all, pain unlike anything he had ever felt in his life filled him to his very core. It invaded every molecule inside of him, digging into his soul and ripping, tearing at him as he floated in the air. The red chakra pumped into him, filling him to his core as red light left his screaming mouth. It drifted out like lightning against his lips as his eyes glowed red hot. What was happening to him? He felt his flesh begin to tear and rip, unable to contain this much power. Is this what Naruto had inside him since he was a baby? How? How could anyone be this strong?

Agony ripped through him as he struggled to try to contain it. He tryied to use the sharingan to lash down the power as he whirled through the air. The kyuubi smashed him into tree after tree with just the chakra floating in him. It was too much. He'd die taking in the last thing Naruto had to give him.

His throat ripped from the screaming, not hearing the chanting from below as he stilled from flying through the air. He looked down at Itachi as he made handsigns, and his belly began to glow with a seal. He shook his head, not wanting this, not wanting this inside of him. “Stop it!” He screamed, feeling everything in him begin to lock in place, as if their cells were merging together. Sasuke threw his head back as his teeth began to elongate into fangs, nails growing long as stripes ran along his cheeks. His eyes glowed a blood red. “I'll kill you still Itachi!” He growled, the scratchy voice he had often heard with Naruto leaving his own throat. “I'll eat you! I'll rip you to pieces!” He yelled, and the diadem that had exploded off of his head earlier began to glow gold, floating towards him. Sasuke lashed out then, breaking free of the chakra hold, running on all fours towards Itachi with death in his eyes. Tails of chakra grew from him as he lunged at a run, meaning to rip out his throat as the diadem crashed into his head. It sealed around his forehead as it locked in the chakra, somehow stronger this time. He crashed into Itachi then, the other catching him as the chakra was gone, sealed inside of him. Sasuke looked up at Itachi then, managing to slice his nails across his face before he slipped into unconsciousness, body too broken and exhausted to remain awake without the chakra. ...He would kill him….He would…

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