Naruto Fan Fiction / Naruto Shippuden Fan Fiction ❯ The Never Played Symphonies ❯ Broken ( Chapter 27 )

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The Never Played Symphonies

Chapter 27: Broken

Sasuke dreamt of death. He dreamt of fire and ash, and of a voice calling from inside of him. It was calling him further and further inside of his mind. Was this death? Was this Hell? Was he even good enough for either? Itachi didn't think so, but then again, Itachi was the one that got them in this situation. His mismatched eyes opened in the abyss. The dark water pool that he was used to was there. It was strange, he had always thought this was what Itachi's mind looked like. Who would have thought it was his own? The empty wasteland was different today, however, today there was a very important addition.

“Who are you?” Sasuke asked the creature, but he was sure he already knew. He knew of the monster lurking inside of Naruto. He had seen the massive cloud of chakra that had hit him.

The giant fox demon grinned maliciously. “I should be asking you that, friend slayer, but then again I can see exactly who you are. That eye of yours I've seen before.”

Sasuke laughed bitterly. “Which one Kyuubi?” He asked it, blinking with both of his cursed eyes.

“You look like Madara Uchiha, from the days of old.” The kyuubi spoke. “Have you heard of him?”

He had. In the spanse of their minds Itachi had told story after story about the man. It was a fascination of his brother's, probably because he had been the first to achieve the Mangekyo Sharingan. An idol so to speak. “Is there a reason I should care?”

The demon laughed. “You're just like him. Power hungry...arrogant. I like it. If I do have to have a new owner, at least you'll be entertaining.” He eyed Sasuke. “However, you could just let me go. I'd give you power beyond your wildest dreams. Power for your revenge.”

“Revenge?” Sasuke asked him. “Against who? What has been done to me that I haven't brought upon myself?” He asked him. “Naruto...Sasori...Itachi...they all only ran with what I gave them. There's no one to blame but me.”

The Kyuubi sneered. “You're no fun today. Death of your friend got you down, eh?” He asked, watching Sasuke with his bulbous red eyes. “Or is it that thing upon your head preventing me from reaching you fully. What is it?” He asked, growling at the smell of it.

“A present from my brother.” Sasuke said, touching the golden diadem. “It matches my eyes, don't you think?” He asked sarcastically.

“Your brother doesn't give you very good presents, does he?” The Kyuubi asked, grinning wryly.

“No.” Sasuke agreed. “He never does, but then again they always make their point, don't they?”

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Sasuke opened his eyes slowly, taking in his surroundings slowly. He heard birds, which meant he must still be in the forest. So they hadn't been taken by the village then? His mismatched eyes looked around, a makeshift tent covering them as he laid on Itachi's lap. “I smell...blood.” His senses were heightened, almost animal like as he inhaled. There was blood. There was a lot of it. “Is it Naruto's?” He asked, finally glancing up at Itachi. The other was pale, lips a ghost white as he watched him. “Not Naruto's then.” He said dispassionately, watching Itachi carefully as the other ran his fingers through his hair.

“Not Naruto's.” Itachi agreed. “How are you feeling?” His voice sounded weak, like he was barely keeping it together. Was he dying then? He knew Naruto had struck a mortal wound, but then Itachi had always skilled at not dying.

“Why are we here?” Sasuke asked, not answering Itachi's obvious question. How could he possibly be feeling anything but awful, betrayed, overwhelmed...nothing. Nothing...he felt nothing.

“I couldn't carry you.” Itachi admitted, and Sasuke noticed the ground around them was saturated with the Akatsuki's blood. “I had to wait for you to wake.”

“Admitting weakness, how unlike you.” He watched his brother, knowing the other was fighting everything not to pass out. “I should let you die here. Perhaps you and Naruto could share the same grave?”

“Forgive me brightness.” Itachi said, watching him carefully. “I burnt your rapist's body to cinders and then kicked it into the bushes.” He whispered at him, coughing as blood fell upon his lips.

“Bastard.” Sasuke hissed at him, knowing he should be infuriated, knowing he should be screaming, but he just felt numb. He did sit up then, watching Itachi. “What makes you think I can ever forgive you? I hate you with every fiber of my being. I'm loathe to be near you. To have you in me...always. You took him from me and put this inside me.” He growled. “What then Itachi? You know they'll rip it out. You know they'll take it.”

“I'd never let them touch you.” Itachi said. “But you know that. You just want to hear declarations from my bleeding lips...well fine Sasuke.” He granted. “Ask me your questions. If I am to die here then let your precious questions finally have an answer.”

“I don't want any answers from your lying bloody lips.” Sasuke mocked him. “If you live until tomorrow...I'll ask you then.” He reached out, noticing for the first time the cuff on his wrist. He followed the chain with his eyes, seeing an identical one on Itachi's own. “Thought I'd run off?”

“Otouto, I know you. I couldn't take any chances.” Itachi said softly. “You'd either run back to Konoha or to the Akatsuki...Neither of which are an option for us anymore.”

“You act like Konoha would have ever been an option for you, dear brother of mine.” Sasuke hissed.

“You act as if you know anything about what is really going on around us.” Itachi countered with. “My intention was always to go back home. To restart the clan again. The work was almost done.” Itachi held his side, his hand saturated with blood. “I was going bring you back to Konoha Sasuke. It had always been my intention.”

Sasuke's eyes widened as he watched him, surprise and disbelief threatening to poke through the numbness. “And then what Aniki? You'd impregnate me, and we'd live happily ever after with our children who would repopulate the clan you wiped out?” He asked. “Of course after explaining to the Hokage and the rest of the village that the man who killed his entire clan was just going to move back in?” He asked sarcastically, noticing the way Itachi's eyes had gone to rest on his stomach. He rolled his eyes, knowing that look all too well. “There's no baby Itachi. Not even we are that fucked up...weird to know that's one of your kinks, but whatever. Not like we're ever having sex again.”

“But there is something inside of you, isn't there Otouto?” Itachi asked him, reaching out to lift up Sasuke's shirt, the sealing marks of the Jinchuuriki on his skin along with the scar. “I didn't want you to be the one to take it.”

“No.” Sasuke agreed. “You wanted the power all to yourself. It chose me though. What a pity you'll have to rip it out of me next. If you can live that long.” He told him, ripping Itachi's hand away to see the packed wound. He pulled the bloody bandages away, the wound in his side spurting blood. “Did you even try to close this?” He asked him, annoyed that Itachi had let it go this far.

“I was busy.” Itachi countered with, getting even paler as Sasuke pressed his cloak to the wound to sop up the blood.

“Yeah I heard...burning my friend...quite a busy morning.” He did his best to stop the wound, knowing he should let his brother bleed out, but loving him too much even now to let that happen. “What did you mean about Konoha?”

“I thought you didn't want to ask any questions?” Itachi asked, barely conscious.

“And I thought you wanted to answer some?” Sasuke asked him, slapping Itachi's cheek. “Hey stay awake. I can't have dying on me just yet niisan.” He grabbed his chin, tilting his head back. “Not when I finally just got your eyes.”

“Eye.” Itachi corrected spitefully, smirking. “If I live...I'll tell you what really happened to the clan.”

“I was there if you remember. You left me in a pile of my own tears and drool. You killed them all.” Sasuke assured him, and Itachi watched him carefully before speaking.

“Like I said, I'll tell you what really happened.” He assured him.

Sasuke's heart was pounding as Itachi said that, the implications damning for everything he knew to be true in life. “Answer me one thing first?” Sasuke asked him, knowing Itachi was barely there anymore. “How did you get to him? I know how strong Naruto is...with how quickly I got there the fight would have never been over. He was incapacitated in minutes.”

“I pretended I was you.” Itachi told him, blood sliding down his chin. “I pretended I was you as I kissed him, knowing he would never hurt me...and then I ripped his guts out.” Itachi told him methodically, as if he were teaching a lesson in class. “I let him see who I really was in the end, and we talked. He managed to surprise me enough to pierce my liver. It was worth it.”

“Shut up Itachi.” Sasuke hissed at him, punching him hard enough to break his nose and knocking him unconscious. It was either that or kill him, and he didn't feel like dragging a corpse along with him until he could find some way to get out of these cuffs.

Sasuke sneered down at the body of his brother, pushing himself up onto his feet. What Itachi talking about just then? What didn't he know about their clan? His entire life had been built upon that truth. It was his one foundation of hate that kept him going, even though he had long ago let go of his hatred towards Itachi. He still hated the act. He hated that Itachi had left him for so long. He pushed his feelings down. He wouldn't think about Naruto or his clan. That would only delay him. It would only break him when he had far too little time to get Itachi to a healer. He should just leave him to die, but even after everything Itachi had done, he knew he couldn't. He loved him more than his own life or judgements, and deep down, if someone had hurt Itachi in the way Naruto had hurt him, he'd do the same. He'd roast them alive, and after Itachi would welcome him back into his arms. He wasn't ready to be all that noble yet, but he was ready. The last of his childish sentiments had died with that golden hair, and he knew he was never getting it back.

He lifted Itachi carefully. It was harder without the use of any of his chakra, but he managed to get him onto his back. He grunted as he situated them, grabbing behind Itachi's legs to hold him, the unconscious body lying half over his shoulder as he began to walk. It was just as Itachi had carried him so many times before this. “You're heavier than you look.” He muttered to him, stepping out of the tent to examine where Itachi had brought him. He inhaled deeply, feeling a bit sick at the scent of the bonfire a few miles away. Sasuke knew exactly what had caused that. Bastard...he had hoped he had been lying about that part, but then again why would he? Not as if Sasuke was going to leave. Not as if he could ever leave him. Itachi knew that, and yet he had taken the precaution to chain them together. Was he worried? Did he think he had finally gone too far? Was it possible that finally, just maybe, Itachi had felt guilty?

Sasuke brushed that off almost the second he thought it as he walked through the forest. He knew where he was. There was a village a few miles away that had helped the Akatsuki in the past. Just because they weren't part of the Akatsuki anymore, didn't mean the healer knew that. Hopefully she would take them in without question. After Itachi was healed, or at least wasn't in fear of dying, they would have that talk. Sasuke knew it was a long ways away before they were okay, if they ever were okay again. The thought of touching Itachi, or being touched, sent his whole body into a state of revulsion. His mind was as shut down as his body, letting nothing in besides curiosity over what Itachi had meant earlier. He didn't care that his world has changed. He now had possession of both a Jinchuuriki and the Mangekyo Sharingan, in all probability he had probably become the most powerful shinobi in existence overnight. It was a change so life shattering that he pushed it down. He couldn't use his chakra right now. He couldn't even make a sharingan, so best not to think about it until Itachi was awake and could take the diadem off. That he knew would take some convincing. Itachi wasn't an idiot. He knew the only thing keeping him at bay was this headband. It would take a lot of work to get him to tell him how to take it off.

“When you wake up...I'm going to make your life a living Hell.” He told him as they walked through the forest, leaving a bloody trail behind them. “I'm going to make you regret ever going after Naruto, even if he deserved it, because I asked you not to.” He told him. “I begged you not to Aniki, and now...I'm done with you. I don't want you inside me ever again.” He told him, knowing he couldn't hear. He didn't want him inside. At this moment, he never wanted to be touched again, by Itachi, or by anyone else. Sex was a weakness he would no longer lower himself to. He was the Kyuubi. He was one of the members of the Uchiha clan to achieve the elevated eyes of the sharingan. He was a God. He would rule the world someday, and he needed Itachi to do it. But if he wanted something from him...he'd make him work for it. He'd make him his slave.

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Sasuke stood over Itachi's bedside, watching the Med-Nin do her work. She was a friend of the Akatsuki's, and was almost as skilled as Tsunade herself, not that the old lady would ever admit it. “Is he going to be alright?” He asked, voice devoid of all concern even with seeing what Itachi's insides look like.

“I can heal him.” Lady Koza muttered, and Sasuke nodded. “How did this happen to Itachi?”

He scoffed. “Well, he brought it on himself.” He told her, pacing as he watched the progress. “Are you going to tell them that we're here?” He asked her, mismatched eyes narrowed in question. “I know you know we wouldn't be here if we could be with the Akatsuki. I also know you realize who you're dealing with, and it might stop your lips from moving.”

“Are you threatening me, Sasuke Uchiha?” The woman asked, pausing with her hands inside Itachi. “Just what do you plan to do with me, with that on your forehead?” She asked him, and Sasuke glowered.

“I don't need chakra to kill someone.” He said, resisting the urge to draw his sword. “But I like you Lady Koza...don't make me have to decide if I need to?” He asked her, underlying threat deep in his voice. “Heal my brother. I want him as good as new by next week.” He told her, sparing one last look at Itachi before he headed out to find a shower and some new clothes. A thing he had been lacking for the last six months.

He was toweling off his spikes in the guest room when he saw him, raising an eyebrow in surprise. “Well. I didn't think she'd call you of all people.” He murmured, watching the man. “There's a secret about you, isn't there?” He eyed Tobi. “You're not the bumbling idiot you pretend to be.”

“And you're not the same dumb kid who left the Akatsuki, are you?” He asked, standing up to come closer. Sasuke held his ground as Tobi circled him, glaring as the other smelled him. “Your chakra...it's interesting.”

“You can tell that by smelling me?” He asked, voice skeptical. “And what can you tell about my chakra?”

“You have the fox in you. Tell me, how did Itachi manage that?” He asked him.

“How do you know it was Itachi? Maybe I ripped it out all on my own.” Sasuke mused.

“I'm not an idiot Sasuke.” Tobi said, as if that explained everything. “I suppose you killed Kisame as well, didn't you?” Sasuke watched him in question, last time he had been around him he had bought the crazy man ice-cream.

“And who are you?” He asked, ignoring the statements. He wouldn't condemn Itachi anymore than he already was.

“Family.” He said then, slipping off the mask to reveal his face. Sasuke's eyes widened in surprise at the dark hair, the red eye...the other a mangled mess on his face. An Uchiha.

“Does my brother know?” He asked then, gauging his questions and responses.

“Of course he does.” Tobi said. “He's Itachi Uchiha after all. We decided it best not to tell you. It would hinder plans.”

“What. Plans?” Sasuke asked through clenched teeth, watching this man who was a part of his clan.

“Itachi wanted to take your eyes.” He told him truthfully. “You were lured out of the village, made to trust us, and he was going to have you kill Naruto.” He tilted his head. “Glad to see he's succeeded. You have the mangekyo locked deep inside you, don't you?” He asked him, seemingly pleased.

A day before this would have shattered him. Now it was just one more thing to check off on the list of ways Itachi had betrayed him. “I do. I'm not really in the sharing mood, however, I already gave one of them up for my bastard brother.”

“Yes. You sealed Deidara's fate the moment you did so.” He told him. “Don't worry though Sasuke, strangely enough I've made the same mistake as you have.” He circled him as Sasuke kept a hand on his sword. “Two mistakes in fact. I didn't think you were strong enough. I chose Itachi, never knowing you had the power inside of you to hold a Jinchuriki.”

“I'm flattered.” Sasuke spat. “So you gave your eye to someone? That's how you knew so much to train me?”

“Give the boy a medal.” Tobi murmured.

“I'm not a boy anymore. I know who you are, does my brother?” He asked the question again, but this time asking a very different one.

“When did you get so clever?” He asked him, amused.

“Kakashi was my sensei. Of course I would ask about his Sharingan.” Sasuke told him, unsheathing the sword with his thumb. “Are you here to take my other eye? I'm afraid I'm not really prepared to give it up just yet.”

“I'm here to warn you actually.” Tobi said. “The old lady has informed them of your location. They'll be here soon.” He nodded towards the diadem. “You don't seem quite in the fighting spirit.”

Sasuke rose an eyebrow. “You could always take it off for me, since we're family and all.” He mused, watching Tobi smile.

“Fraid not little Uchiha, Itachi bound that to his soul. The only way to get that off your forehead is for him to die or to take it off himself.” His eyes flickered to the door. “You can free yourself easily if you wish, but I do have to warn you...that much power anyone would have trouble with.”

“I'm not going to kill my brother.” Sasuke said, voice dead. “He belongs to me. He won't take my eye, because he would have to give me up to do so.” He sighed. “Is there anything else? Anymore big revelations you care to instill on me? I'm pretty tired. It's been a trying couple of days.”

Tobi grinned. “I shudder to think of what will happen when you let yourself feel any of this. Let Itachi deal with it...you're his project. He was mine and he turned out to be a failure.”

“My brother has never failed at anything in his life.” Sasuke disagreed.

“He's going blind.” Tobi told him. “Soon the darkness will completely take him. I wonder what he'll miss the most? Being able to fight, or being able to see your pretty face?” He mocked. “He's weak...for you of all people. My biggest disappointment.”

Sasuke slid the sword slowly out of its sheath, digesting the information internally. “Please don't speak about him that way. My patience only goes so far.”

Tobi laughed, placing the mask back on his face. “Give Itachi my regards, if the both of you live through the night.” He told him, nodding as he disappeared. Leaving Sasuke all alone to digest every bit of explosive information the man had just dropped into his lap.

He slipped on his sandals, getting a bag packed with supplies for both him and Itachi.He took his time as he made sure they would have everything they needed. He tried not to think of Itachi, Kakashi, or Tobi...his relative...his clan member...Obito. Did Itachi know? Had he always known? How long had his eyes been a problem? How long had he not been seeing all of him? Was his plan really to take his eyes?

Sasuke quieted his mind, pushing everything done as he headed into the next room. Lady Kazu was wiping her forehead, Itachi's eyes open on the bed. “You fixed my brother?” He asked of her, watching Itachi's eyes sweep over to his own. He wondered how much he was actually seeing.

“He'll be fine. Lucky you brought him to me. It would have been too much for any other Med-Nin.” She told him, helping Itachi to sit up. “Take it easy. Not that I have to tell you that.”

“No.” Sasuke assured her. “But I know all about how you like to tell people things Lady Kazu.” He told her, right behind her as she stiffened. “You should have kept your mouth shut.” He hissed, sword sweeping across, severing her head in a spray of blood. The decapitated skull falling into Itachi's lap as he watched Sasuke, never trying to stop the spray from hitting his face. “Hey baby…” Sasuke mocked, the one time he had ever called Itachi that in a joke had ended with him regretting it.. “Have a good nap?” He asked him. “Wondering what that was all about?”

Itachi watched him, eyes raking over Sasuke. “Not really `baby'” Itachi mocked back with a sneer. “What's the plan Otouto?”

“We run. They're on their way...a little birdie told me.” He said, watching Itachi's eyes narrow. “I packed for us...left clothes out on the bed if you want to shower.” He told him. “But hurry. Knowing Sasori the way that I know Sasori,” He murmured, saying what he could to deliberately piss Itachi off. “He won't want to be late.”

Itachi nodded, eyes glued to Sasuke as he got out of the bed, checking at his stitched up side. “She did good work, pity you had to kill her.” He told him, heading over to Sasuke in just a pair of loose fitting pants. He grabbed for Sasuke then, hand coming to his hair as he yanked him forward. “Thank you Otouto.” He told him, crashing their mouths together.

Sasuke grunted as their mouths clashed, doing his best to try to pull away as Itachi held him there, forcing his mouth open. Sasuke hated himself for it, but he kissed him back, letting him devour his mouth as his heart pounded. It was threatening to break through his shell, to force him to feel. “No…” He said against his lips, pushing at Itachi. “I said no...we have to go.” He managed, before Itachi tilted his mouth in that perfect way and Sasuke was powerless not to kiss back.

“Don't worry.” Itachi told him, eyes locked into Sasuke's. “I won't touch you anymore than this, but I need your mouth. I refuse to bear the thought of not having your lips whenever I want them.” He told him, kissing him one more time before he pulled away. Sasuke's eyes closed to prevent Itachi from seeing the want. “Make sure we have enough supplies. We'll be on the run for awhile until we can escape the Land of the Leaves.” He told him, and by the time Sasuke had opened his eyes Itachi had disappeared into the room with the shower, the sound of the spray hammering just like his heart.

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They ran after that. They ran faster than they ever had. He ran at full speed, and if Itachi was struggling he never mentioned it. If Itachi was struggling, Sasuke never asked. He didn't care if it did hurt, just as Itachi wouldn't have. He hated him. He hated him for making him feel the kiss. It had always been something real between them. He always knew the truth when Itachi kissed him. He ran faster through the branches, catching up with Itachi. “You're not allowed to kiss me anymore.” He told him. “That was the last.”

Itachi rolled his eyes. “Sure it was Otouto. I'll let you believe that if you really want.” He told him, feet pushing off of the branches to go faster.

“Just like you let me believe it was my idea to join the Akatsuki?” He asked him, eyes focused on Itachi.

“How was I to deny you when you thought you were being so courageous?” Itachi mocked. “`Let me join you Aniki...I love Aniki…” He scoffed. “It was just easier to play along with your game.”

“I never said I loved you back then!” Sasuke snapped at him.

“You're right...that was only after years. My stubborn Otouto.” He taunted. “I was going to take them, if that's what you were wondering.” He admitted. “Up until that point.”

“Up until what point?” Sasuke bit out, not even having to ask how Itachi knew what he was talking about. The bastard always knew. Ever since the necklace, he was almost positive the man could read his mind.

“The point you said you loved me of course.” Itachi told him, as if it were just a common fact. “I decided I didn't want them. Not if it meant taking them from you. Luckily, you're not my only option anymore.” He said, running through the trees.

Sasuke's heart was pounding as he chased after him, neither slowing down a bit. “What do you mean by that!?” He yelled, apathy threatening to break. “You'll take Deidara's? That's only one!”

“You seem to do just fine with one.” Itachi reminded him. “And no, not only Deidara's.” He said knowingly, meeting Sasuke's gaze.

“You know…” Sasuke said, trailing off.

“Of course I know who he is.” Itachi hissed. “Who do you take me for, Otouto?” He asked him, taking a turn as they headed towards the outskirts of the forest. ...Towards the sand.

“Why didn't you ever tell me?” Sasuke asked, following him. “Why don't you `ever' trust me?”

“Because you're irrational.” Itachi informed him. “And I couldn't control you. Now I can.” He motioned to the diadem. “No more wondering if you're going to do something stupid.”

“I'm the one that does stupid things?” Sasuke asked him. “I'm the one who killed Kisame? Who killed `Naruto'?” He asked pointedly, the diadem vibrating on his forehead, flecks of red spattered in his green and black eyes.

“Interesting.” Itachi remarked, watching Sasuke. “The amount of power inside you is almost enough to crack the diadem...almost.” He assured him, in no fear as they kept running. “Perhaps we're both guilty of transgressions. Nevertheless, I spared you. I gave you your sight.”

“You gave me the power of losing my sight.” Sasuke reminded him. “The mangekyo, that's what's doing it to your eyes, isn't it? You didn't tell me that either.”

“You never asked.” Itachi said as they ran through the sand, making sure to cover their tracks behind them. “You just assumed. It's not my job to get you to figure things out.”

“I'm asking now!” Sasuke assured him. “Didn't you promise to tell me all your secrets?”

“Forgive me Otouto,” Itachi mocked. “Another time. I don't feel like telling you today.” He motioned towards a cave in the sand. “No one is following us.” He told him. “I think your little birdie lied to you.” He tilted his head as he watched Sasuke. “Pity. That old healer was a friend after all.” Itachi didn't hesitate to rub salt in that wound. “My murderous Otouto...what a fierce killer you've become. Old ladies trying to help simply are just no match” He said, heading into the cave. Sasuke didn't have to look at his stupid face to know that he was smirking.

Sasuke followed him into the cave, Itachi already opening up his pack. He knew he should feel guilt over the woman's death, but all he felt was annoyance over Tobi lying to him. “All the Uchiha's are the same, aren't they?” He asked him. “Liars. Murderers. Psychopaths.”

“You're not wrong.” Itachi admitted. “We are drawn to certain predilections.” He unrolled the bed. “You yourself can't really say you're discluded.” He mused. “You're quite the killer yourself...and drawn to certain darker tastes.”

“Like being fucked by my brother?” He asked him, knowing what Itachi was getting at.

“Amongst other things.” Itachi agreed. “Are you going to share my bed roll tonight Otouto, or will you insist on your own?” He asked, and Sasuke could see the fatigue on Itachi's face. That run would exhaust anyone in his condition.

“I'd rather bite off my own tongue than share your bed Itachi.” He told him matter of factly. “Please understand that I may have saved your life, and I may have let you kiss me, but that's as far as it goes. I hate you. I despise you with every fiber of my being. The only reason I'm with you is I want this thing off of my forehead.” He explained. “But we aren't cuddling, and we aren't having sex.” He grinned darkly at his brother. “Wouldn't want to spoil that as my last memory of Naruto.” He knew what that would do to Itachi, not at all surprised to find himself slammed up against the rock in the cave.

“Naruto will not be the last one to fuck your brains out. I promise you that Otouto.” His hand tightened on Sasuke's neck. “You act like you have this power over me now. You don't.” He squeezed and Sasuke gasped, feeling his esophagus start to crack. “Your eye can't heal you right now Sasuke, remember?” He reminded him. “Let's set up one simple ground rule...we do not discuss Naruto Uzumaki.” He said. “We do not say his name. We do not mention the fact that you somehow have it in your mind that you had consensual sex with him.” He hissed. “I. Can't. Handle. It.” He said pointedly. “I don't want to do bad things to you Sasuke, so don't make me.”

Sasuke watched him then, the hand gripping his neck loosening enough for him to draw breath. He watched Itachi then, striking out and slapping him hard. “I don't think it was consensual.” He admitted, his steel heart cracking, breaking as he watched Itachi.

“There you are…” Itachi whispered. “I was wondering when I'd see you again.” His brother leaned in, kissing him gently, and by the time he pulled away there were tears in Sasuke's eyes. He hated himself for that. Hated that Itachi wouldn't leave this alone. “I had to protect you, don't you get that? I've had you for three years Sasuke. I wasn't going to let him take you away from me.”

“But you didn't…” Sasuke said, voice a quiet whisper. “You didn't protect me. You took too long to find me.” He told him. “You weren't trying your hardest. You failed.” He hissed at him then. “You failed me Itachi.” He spat then, hitting Itachi in the cheek. “I hate you! From the bottom of my cold dead heart I hate you!” He shoved him then, surprised when Itachi let him. “I will forgive you for Naruto, but I won't forgive you for what you let him do. You let him ruin me. You did Itachi.” He drilled into him, Itachi standing silent. “I'm not the one you think in your mind that you care about, which you don't, I'm not that person anymore. That person thought only of you. He would have died for you. He had only been touched by you...and now? He knows all of your lies.” He turned his back to Itachi then. “So yes, I think I'll sleep by myself tonight.” He told him, unrolling his bed. Itachi said nothing to him, heading out of the cave. He wondered if he would see him again, but a big part of him wished he wouldn't. He wished Itachi Uchiha would walk out of his life and never come back.

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