Naruto Fan Fiction / Naruto Shippuden Fan Fiction ❯ The Never Played Symphonies ❯ My True Love, You're a Liar ( Chapter 38 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
The Never Played Symphonies
Chapter 38: My True Love, You're a
Liar
Sasuke's hands shook as he struggled with the
ice machine, trying to get Itachi water as he boiled the medicine
in his soup. They had made it back to the base, and his brother had
collapsed face first into the bed, sleeping soundly now. Sasuke had
cleaned the blood from his face, covered in it himself after
carrying Neji. Itachi had let him...he had let him see him like
that because he couldn't do anything about it. Sasuke crouched, one
hand holding the counter, the other covering his mouth. A broken
sob racked through him, tightening up his still way too thin
stomach, traveling all the way through him as he collapsed on the
floor. The soup boiled over unnoticed as he stared at the ground,
not able to breathe.
“Spark…” Deidara said above
him, his voice pained. Sasuke looked up, and just seeing his only
friend made the tears pour down his face. Deidara leaned down, and
Sasuke lunged, arms wrapping around his neck. He sobbed
uncontrollably into his neck as he felt arms wrap around him.
“Sshhhhh...Ssshhhh….” He heard him croon.
“You're making me uncomfortable.” He said, trying to
joke as he rubbed his back.
“Dei…” He said, pulling back.
“He's sick. He's so sick...I don't know what to do.” He
said, burying his face in his chest again. “He needs me...and
I don't know what to do.” He told someone...he had to tell
someone. “He hides it really well, but he over exerted
himself.”
Deidara exhaled, holding Sasuke close.
“Where is he? In your room?” He asked, helping Sasuke
to his feet. Sasuke let him wipe at his eyes, not knowing when he
had become so familiar with Deidara.
“Why?” He asked, leaning into the
touch. “Going to finish him off when he's weak and
vulnerable?” He asked, trying to sound threatening, but his
voice came out scared.
“No…” Deidara murmured,
tilting up Sasuke's chin, and Sasuke's eyes were too blurry to see
the look Deidara was giving him, but he assumed it was pity.
“You're beautiful...has anyone ever told you that?” He
asked, and Sasuke's stomach clenched in surprise, eyebrows knitting
as it was opposite of anything he had ever expected to come out of
the blond's mouth. Deidara sighed, obviously warring with himself,
and Sasuke's heart clenched as lips pressed softly to his cheek.
The thing was...the weird thing was...it felt warm when he touched
him...good.
Sasuke stared at Deidara questioningly, too
many things going through his head to weigh in on what the fuck
that was all about. “Do you think Sasori can help him?”
He asked, reminding the blond of who he was supposed to be staring
at like that.
“I daresay no one can help him.” He
said. “But if it were someone it would be me...I have his
medicine.”
Sasuke rose an eyebrow at that, eyes starting
to dry. “You do?” He asked surprised. Deidara and
Itachi couldn't stand each other. Yet, Deidara had been sent to
watch him in Konoha. He had always been there. “How do you
know about it?” He asked, shoving at Dei. “Who the fuck
are you and my brother to each other!?”
“You're an idiot,” Deidara said.
“I kiss you, and that's all you can say to
me!”
“If you call that a kiss…”
Sasuke hissed. “But hey, you're used to getting wood up your
ass, so what would you know!” He yelled. “Who are
you?”
“I'll ignore that spiteful tongue given
the fact that your brother is about to keel over, yeah?” He
asked. “But I don't have to explain anything to you...So stop
being so goddamn bossy, and come on.” He hissed at him,
grabbing Sasuke's arm and dragging him towards the
bedroom.
Sasuke was pushed through the door, glaring at
Deidara as he was. He was distracted, however, when he saw Itachi
lying on the bed, breathing beyond labored, chest falling up and
down rapidly as he struggled to breathe. “Aniki!” He
rushed over, propping up his head. “Breathe...It's okay just
breathe…” He told him worriedly. Itachi's eyes snapped
open, meeting his but not seeing him in his pain. Sasuke wiped at
the blood that spewed from his lips, turning to Deidara as he
watched. “Do something!”
Deidara pulled a syringe from his pocket,
looking down at Itachi. “You're late on this...you know this
always happens when you're late on it, but no...you had to go fight
the Akatsuki.” He told him, and Sasuke looked at the glowing
blue medicine.
“What is it?” He asked, mentally
tucking away the fact Deidara has clearly done this several times
in the past for his brother. He stepped forward, Itachi making a
sick gurgling sound before Deidara stabbed the needle down into his
lungs, pushing on the plunger. Itachi's back bowed, and then he
stilled, collapsing back on the bed.
Sasuke let out a sigh of relief, leaning over
Itachi, kissing his forehead and laying his own against it.
“It's okay...it's going to be okay now.” He said,
smoothing his hair off his forehead as Itachi's breathing normalled
out. He pulled back, his brother's eyes closed. Thankfully his
breathing had leveled out in sleep. He kissed those bloody lips,
feeling like he was dying himself as he turned to Deidara.
“Start explaining. Now.” He hissed, cradling Itachi's
head in his lap to keep it propped up. “How long have you
been treating him?”
Deidara met Sasuke's eyes, obviously debating
with himself, before he sighed and sat down next to the bed.
“7 years...as long as I've known him.”
“What?” He asked, surprise
radiating through his body, trying to process it. “That isn't
possible...I'm the one that made him sick,” He told him...he
had fried his lungs.
Deidara laughed darkly at that. “When are
you ever going to learn to stop listening to Itachi, yeah?”
He asked. “Itachi's had this disease all of his life. He was
born with it. It's gotten worse with the years, but he came to my
clan for treatment. Something to heal him...It's where he found me
actually.” He hesitated. “He saved me...not that I
would ever admit it to that bastard,” He sneered, eyes
focused on Itachi. “I don't think anything you did helped his
lungs, but this was the inevitable conclusion either way. He should
have died years ago...the medicine keeps him
stable.”
“He doesn't seem stable.” Sasuke
whispered, trying not to think about the fact that Itachi had kept
this from him his entire life. “How do I know you're not
lying to me?”
“Because I'm so sick of lying to you
Sparky,” Deidara said, sounding exhausted at just the
thought. “You have no idea the things put into place...all
the times he made me watch you,” He murmured. “You were
a sweet kid. Do you ever think about how you're not anymore?”
He asked. “Ever wonder why that might be?”
“Ah Dei…” Sasuke mused,
“You trying to imply I'm not sweet?” He asked him, but
he wracked his brain to try to make sense of the implication.
“Are you telling me you've been watching me since I was
11?”
“Yes,” Deidara told him without
hesitation. “He's been sick...I've been watching. There's a
world completely under your nose.” He got up, ruffling his
spikes. “He'll be better when he wakes up. Just make sure he
doesn't know what I just told you.”
Sasuke sighed, kissing Itachi's brow as Deidara
left. He felt exhausted from the trip...from the emotional torment
Itachi's secrets caused...from his brother being so sick.
“What did you do?” He asked him, the other sleeping out
his exhaustion. He couldn't hate him...not for the lies and
deceit...how could he hate him? He adjusted Itachi on the pillow,
slipping out of bed as he wasn't angry at him, but he couldn't play
nursemaid just yet. Not as his mind replayed every word Deidara had
spoken to him.
Sasuke walked towards the weaponry, mind
brimming with thoughts. Sasori had told him Deidara's
backstory...had told him how Itachi had saved him. Leave it to be
Itachi to have a watch dog on him all his life. Leave it to Itachi
to let him think he had killed him. Sasuke grabbed a serrated
blade, heading towards the prison cell, mind dark. His eyes took in
the bloody teen sitting in the chair, bound to it and staring at
him with absolute loathing. He had tied him up when they got back,
too concerned with Itachi to address the fact that they had found
him wandering around in the woods. “Neji…” He
greeted, one eye red with the sharingan and the other red with the
fox...he was perhaps madder than he thought.
Neji watched him, those pale white eyes
focused. “Are you going to untie me?” He asked.
“Or are you still somehow thinking I'm a
spy?”
“You are a spy no doubt,” Sasuke
assured him, circling the chair. “But for who?” He
leaned down, lips against his ear. He placed the serrated blade at
his neck. “What's to stop me from opening your throat and
drenching you in even more blood? You've self confessed to wanting
to kill Itachi and I...to hating us.”
Neji smiled sardonically. “You've got it
all figured out, don't you Uchiha?” He mocked. “I'm
spying for Obito to kill you and Itachi...Brilliant. I'd clap if I
had any hands left.”
“Why did he let you go?” Sasuke
questioned, ignoring the sarcasm. “It was a little
convenient, don't you think?” He asked, dragging the blade
lightly across his flesh. “Obito plays the best sorts of
games.”
“I told you I wasn't working for him.
Itachi burnt off half of his face, and I escaped mid
torture.” Neji tried to explain as Sasuke came around to the
front. He stared into those white eyes, wanting to stab them out
with his knife. “Your jealousy is insane...I'm only doing
what Itachi bid me to do!”
“And what the village bid you to
do...don't forget that's who you're actually working for,” He
reminded him. “What did Obito send you back for?” He
asked, trailing the knife slowly up Neji's torso.
“Nothing!” Neji stressed.
“You don't scare me Sasuke...I know you're all bark and no
bite.” He watched him. “Obito told me about what Kabuto
and Orochimaru did to you...how you did nothing.”
Sasuke's chakra flared, anger filling him as
Neji spoke about that time. He lunged forward, straddling his lap,
knife pressed right below those hateful blank eyes. “I killed
them...did he tell you that? I killed one of the great Sannin and
didn't blink an eye.” He hissed, a tail of chakra growing
behind him.
“Everyone's real impressed,” Neji
mocked cruelly. “You're pretty good at this position, huh?
Riding someone's lap?”
Sasuke grinned at him, before hauling back and
punching him hard enough to send his neck cracking to the side and
blood spraying against the wall. “So mouthy…” He
drew his face back with the blade, slicing along his cheek as he
did so. “What do we say we cut out that tongue?” He
asked. “See how mouthy you are then…”
Neji glared up at him. “I'm not spying
for Obito...I have no doubt that was his plan, but I'm not. I know
you're angry and scared Sasuke, but look at yourself.” He
hissed, gritting his teeth as Sasuke sliced his other cheek.
“This is about Itachi...not me.” He told him. “I
saw him. I saw the blood.”
Sasuke's heart raced. If he had seen...if he
had seen that meant that he would tell Obito. He could expose
them...expose Itachi's weakness. “You shouldn't have seen
that,” He told him, eye swirling. “I'll rip it out of
you before I gut you.”
Arms wrapped around his waist, yanking him back
and off that lap. He struggled in those arms, quieting as he saw
Itachi's furious face. “Itachi let me gahhhh..” He was
shut up as a furious hand covered his mouth.
“Pretend for one second that you know how
to listen, and be quiet!” He hissed at him, hand clamped
around his mouth. He used his other to lash out, grabbing Neji's
neck and squeezing. His eyes swirled with the mangekyou.
“Speak!” He hissed. “What did Obito tell you to
do?”
“Kill Sasuke…” He said, drawn
into Itachi's eyes and manipulations. “A trap for when he
tried to kill me,” He told him. “He knew Sasuke
wouldn't trust me coming back...Wouldn't let it
slide.”
“It's good to know everyone knows of my
Otouto's stupidity besides him.” Itachi hissed, hand still
clamped tight over Sasuke's mouth. “What else?” He
asked, Itachi's voice livid. “What else!?” He demanded,
actually yelling and making Sasuke flinch in his arms.
Neji looked up, terror in eyes. “He's
coming for you...Kakashi was killed with trap in his eye, imagine
what he's going to do to you,” He told him. “If only he
knew you were already dead...you can take out the trap...can't
you?” He asked.
“I could,” Itachi assured him.
“But I won't. You weren't even adequate as a spy….and
my brother is stupid enough to fall right into the trap.” He
growled, turning Sasuke's face to his so he could see his fury.
“Do you have any idea what I'm going to do to you when I get
you alone?” He hissed in warning, and Sasuke, for his part,
had no idea why he was so angry.
“You're going to kill me then?”
Neji asked. “Go ahead Itachi, prove that they're all right
about you in the village. Prove that you're nothing but a cold
blooded murderer who fucks his own brother!” He yelled at
him.
“Such bating,” Itachi snarled.
“You were lying about your target. It wasn't Sasuke, was
it?” He asked. “Obito's a coward. Sending someone else
to do what he's too scared to.” He pulled Sasuke backwards.
“Let you stew in your frustration until I can figure out what
to do with you.”
Sasuke complied as Itachi pulled him out,
grunting as he was slammed against the wall right outside the door.
“Have any good chats lately Otouto?”
Oh...shit.
“Itachi I…” He tried, crying
out as his head was grabbed and slammed back hard into the wall,
pain exploding through his vision.
“I'm going to kill Deidara...I don't care
how much it will hurt you,” He hissed, slamming his head
again. “You idiot child!” He yelled at him, punching
him hard in the gut, and slamming him back against the wall as
Sasuke went to double over. “If I had wanted you to know I
would have told you! If I wanted you near Neji I would have told
you! Why do you never listen!?” He yelled. “I should
have let you die,” He hissed. “Don't come to our
bed….not now...not until I can stand you again. Revel in the
fact that you know all your secrets you dumb fuck!” He
yelled, tossing him to the ground.
Sasuke groaned in pain, hand grabbing for his
bleeding head, watching Itachi walk away from him. He knew now
wouldn't be the time to ask him about his disease...or whatever had
just happened with Neji. His brother needed space, and Sasuke had
always become cowed in the face of Itachi's anger. Yet he never
followed his own advice.
He stayed pressed on the ground, recovering as
his eye glowed green, picking himself up as he headed towards their
bedroom. Fuck Itachi for trying to keep him out. He pushed in,
Itachi shirtless, just out of the shower. “You do not get to
just do that...We have to talk about this.” He demanded, not
angry before, but he was angry now.
Itachi glowered at him. “You do not want
to start this with me now Sasuke...You won't like it,” He
assured him, drying his hair. “I'll shred your existence and
won't think twice, because that's how angry I am at you.
Leave,” He demanded.
“Fuck you. You lie to me about your
lungs...You have Dei watch me my entire life…” He
tried, but Itachi was on him in an instant, throwing him onto the
bed by his neck, covering him as he glared down at him with those
treacherous eyes.
“Oh Dei...Such endearment when you speak
those words,” He said cruelly, squeezing his neck.
“Somehow you got him under your thumb...funny how you manage
that with annoying blonds.” Itachi squeezed harder, and
Sasuke coughed, trying to push him away. “Wait until I tell
Sasori that his little lover wants to fuck you.” Itachi's
eyes were dark, cruel. He hadn't seen him like this in a long time.
“Did you fuck him?” He asked, jealousy clouding his
voice. “Did you?” He asked as Sasuke struggled
underneath him. “Did you!?” He screamed in his
face.
Sasuke shook his head, pawing at the other's
face as his vision started to blacken.
“Tach...Ta….Itachi!” He managed to husk, and his
brother let up on his neck. Sasuke turned, coughing and trying to
suck in air. “W-what are you talking about?” He asked
him, voice hoarse.
“I felt it!” Itachi yelled at him.
“I felt the way your heart fluttered...the way it
pulsed...not for me,” He hissed.
“Only for you!” Sasuke croaked.
“Only ever for you!” He yelled at him, gasping when
Itachi grabbed at his waistband, yanking off his pants so hard
buttons flew everywhere. He lifted himself up as he ripped them off
his legs, throwing them across the room. “Itachi!”
Sasuke said, trying to back up as Itachi worked on his own pants.
“S-stop!”
“Deidara who I trusted with you! Who I
trusted!” He yelled. “Both of your treacherous
liars!” He yelled at him, ripping Sasuke's legs open.
“You going to tell me no again Otouto!?” He asked,
yanking his hips towards him, Itachi placed his erection at his
unprepped entrance. “Go ahead...tell me you don't want
this.”
Sasuke's eyes searched Itachi's frantically,
heart pounding against his chest. “Of course I want
you,” He said, trying to calm him down, hands going to his
brother's hip, rubbing the scar there in affection.
“Aniki...Of course I want you.” He said, and hissed
when he was impaled on his cock.
Pain lashed through him, legs tightening around
Itachi as he shut his eyes. He wasn't prepped, and god when was the
last time they had done this? He hissed, nails digging into
Itachi's hip when he pulled back, thrusting all the way back in as
he slammed him into the bed. Sasuke held him, eyes closed with the
pain as he took him. That cock pounded in and out as Sasuke
struggled to hold on.
“You're mine...I don't care what he tells
you.” Itachi hissed dangerously. “I don't care how weak
you think I am! You're mine Sasuke! I'm never giving you up...not
to him!” Sasuke nodded, trying to angle his hips to get
Itachi to slide in better.
“Slower..slow…” He lifted his
hips, gritting through the pain as he grabbed Itachi's hair,
getting angry as he yanked his head to look at him. “Slow
down...I want to enjoy it,” He demanded, lifting his hips up
and down to angle Itachi, groaning as he hit his prostate. His cock
began to harden between them, pulling Itachi's lips to his
own.
Itachi ate at his mouth roughly, forcing
Sasuke's hips down as his tongue pushed in his mouth. Sasuke kissed
him back, trying to get the other to calm down, tongue dragging
along Itachi's, the thrusts slowing as Sasuke moaned into that
mouth as they rolled in the bed, Sasuke winding up on top. He rose
his hips up and down, still kissing Itachi as he rode
him.
He pulled back, watching those furious eyes.
“I'm yours…” He assured him. “You fucking
know I'm yours.” He said, letting Itachi lead him, moving him
slow up and down. “There's no one else..there's only
you,” He promised, hand digging into Itachi's hips, crying
out as he was slammed onto his cock. “Itachi!” He
screamed, back arching.
Itachi sat up, arms wrapping around Sasuke's
back, kissing him almost desperately. His hands gripped his ass as
he took him slowly, so deep it was making him lose his mind. He
hugged Itachi tight, letting him know he was there, pouring his
devotion through their bond, through the damn ring. “I'm
here...right here....I don't care that you're sick,” He
whispered into his ear. “I won't leave...I
won't.”
Sasuke groaned as he was kissed again, Itachi
moving almost impossibly slow inside of him.
“Brightness…” He said, laying his head on his
chest, and Sasuke felt him shake. “Don't ask him anymore
questions...I beg you...It's the last thing I'll ever ask of
you.” Itachi's voice shook, and Sasuke heard true pain.
“It wasn't always like this between us, was it? I didn't need
you this much...I can't live without you.”
He nodded, giving Itachi whatever he wanted,
not wanting to feel that pain between them again. “Tell me
you love me…” He requested, having only ever heard it
that once.
“I fucking adore you,” Itachi said
back, no hesitation at all as he flipped them around yet again,
kissing the response from his lips as he sped up the pace. Sasuke's
eyes rolled to the back of his head, pleasure pooling in him.
Itachi hit that spot inside of him every time, and he couldn't stop
himself from spilling over the edge, feeling Itachi cum inside him.
Warmth pooled in his belly as he kissed him lazily, pleasure still
making him calm, compliant. Itachi pulled back, watching him as he
pet Sasuke's sweat soaked spikes. “How's your head?” He
kissed it almost apologetically. “Forgive me
Sasuke…” He whispered. “I should have never taken
you like that,” He told him, kissing him softly.
Sasuke smiled into the soft kiss, forgiving
Itachi instantly. “It's okay...It was fine…” He
sighed as he was kissed again. “I'm not mad...I'm not
cheating on you...and with Dei?” He asked, kissing Itachi's
cheek. “Don't be stupid.”
Itachi huffed against his neck, before rolling
off him, staring up at the ceiling. “What you saw earlier...I
don't want you to worry. I didn't tell you because I knew you'd
react poorly,” He told him, glancing over at him. He exhaled,
rubbing the bridge of his nose in exhaustion. “I'm
sorry…” He replied again, and Sasuke was beyond
surprised at the sound of his guilt.
“We've had rough sex before
Itachi,” Sasuke reminded him, rolling close to lay on his
shoulder.
“Not since you got hurt,” He said,
eyes far away, but he pulled Sasuke closer, arms wrapping around
him.
Sasuke sighed, laying on his chest, too
exhausted to look up. “I wanted all of that Itachi...I would
have let you know if I didn't,” He informed him. “You
never raped me once in your life Itachi,” He said sleepily.
“What was all that with Neji? What are we going to do with
him?” He asked, smiling as fingers trailed up his spine.
“I wanted to kill him,” He admitted,
yawning.
Itachi's chest shook with laughter.
“Yes...if he could only see my blood thirsty Otouto now
curled up and yawning,” He teased him, kissing the top of his
head again. “I'll dispose of him tomorrow,” He
answered. “You're not to go near him...not after Obito's
schemes last time.”
Sasuke rolled his eyes, but let it go. He
didn't want another argument. “The medicine...Will it
eventually make you better?”
Itachi was silent for awhile, just stroking
along his back. “No. It just...sustains me,” He finally
admitted. “You saw what happens when I miss a
dose.”
Sasuke did drag his head up then, chin resting
on Itachi's chest. “Then we make sure you don't miss a
dose...not ever,” He told him, kissing him softly. “I
won't lose you to something like this. It isn't
fair.”
“Life isn't fair Brightness…”
Itachi whispered. “You know that by now.” He pushed
himself up on his elbows. “I'll die from this...or be killed
earlier. Either way you'll live beyond me...I assured that,”
He told him, thumb rubbing over Sasuke's green eye. He exhaled,
laying back down and placing an arm under his head. “I
deserve it...I assure you.”
Sasuke frowned, that same guilt was back in
Itachi's voice. “Itachi...what the hell did you do? Just tell
me...I'll forgive you.”
“Truly you won't,” Itachi assured
him, not looking at him. “Just don't ask me...let me enjoy
you for whatever time I have left.”
Sasuke rolled his eyes, pulling away from those
arms. “You can't help yourself, can you?” He asked him.
“I try so hard with you, and you really cannot help your
masochistic tendencies.” He rubbed his injured head, headache
coming on full force. “So you did something...and Dei
knows...something to do with me.” He exhaled. “Will it
end us?” He asked him, trying to remain calm.
“If you were smart,” Itachi said.
“But I've told you that plenty of times.”
“Yeah!?” Sasuke snapped. “And
you also just spread me open, fucked my brains out, and told me I
could never leave you,” He reminded him, rubbing his temples.
“You're impossible,” He reiterated, slumping back down
and turning away from Itachi. “I don't want to talk any more
about this...not tonight. I'm too tired.”
Itachi sighed, laying behind him and pulling
him close. “I don't want to hurt you anymore.” But he
always did, didn't he?
“I know Aniki…” He said,
exhausted, entwining their hands as they fell asleep.
,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
Three Years Ago
Sasuke glowered at his captor, hands bound in
front of him in the bed of whatever hellhole he had woken up in. It
had happened again...another blackout. He never knew when they
would happen, or why...but seeing who was sitting in front of him
it wasn't all that surprising. Itachi had patiently let him scream
for the last hour, as if he were used to it, as if he had done this
many times before. The bastard probably had. “Why are you
doing this?” He asked his brother, only to hear a pained
sigh.
“You asked me that everytime Sasuke, and
every time I tell you that it doesn't matter if I explain. You
won't remember anyways,” He told him, looking almost annoyed
at having to explain that.
“How many times have you done
this?” Sasuke hissed, twisting his wrists to try to get out
of the bind, but he knew it wouldn't do any good. Itachi was beyond
a freak when it came to tying knots even as a child.
“Itachi.” He growled. “How many times have you
done this to me?” He hissed, wrists bleeding as he
struggled.
“Don't do that…” Itachi
murmured, annoyed. “You'll cut yourself.” He reached
out then, grabbing Sasuke's wrists to stop him. “You can't
wake up looking like you were tied up...not that I don't know you
like that sort of thing,” He taunted, and Sasuke felt his
stomach turn.
“What does that mean?” He asked,
voice full of wistful dread. “Did you do something to me
while I was….” He never got to finish as Itachi
backhanded him hard enough to send him across the bed.
“I don't have to tell you anything you
fucking brat.” Itachi hissed, and Sasuke spat blood onto the
sheets. “You're nearly ready,” He laughed cruelly.
“I can't wait...after all this...after all of these years of
your annoying questions...of you resisting me...of having to draw
every last painstaking thought from your mind...using it against
you.” Itachi laughed then, the sound cruel enough to make
Sasuke flinch as he slowly looked up.He was no longer fighting the
bonds, too terrified to do anything. “Oh...don't give me that
look,” Itachi mocked, crawling on the bed. “You won't
ever know it was all a plan...all a lie. You'll think there's a
connection between us,” He whispered cruelly. “You'll
wonder how I could possibly know exactly where to touch
you...exactly what to say to you to get you to doubt
yourself.” Itachi bit his lip, obviously enjoying himself.
“You'll wonder how you could ever fall so deep in love...and
then you'll slowly give yourself to me. You'll become mine, and
that last tricky part that I can't manage to rip out of you,
well...I won't have to anymore.”
A tear slipped down Sasuke's cheek at those
words, hearing true hate in Itachi's voice, pure loathing.
“Why?” He asked, voice barely there. “Why?”
He said a little more audible, anger coursing through him.
“Why would you do something like that to
me?”
“Because you're less than me
Sasuke.” Itachi told him. “You're slower, you're
weaker...you've never tried for anything in your life and yet
you've been handed everything. Our parents' love...perfect health.
You are weaker than me Sasuke and I should not want to be you! I
should not want you the way that I do!” Itachi's face
twisted, and he reached out, cupping Sasuke's face. “But that
was before,” He told him, nodding to himself. “That was
before I defiled you.” His eyes grew wide, forehead pressed
against Sasuke's. “If they only knew what I did to you
without barely even touching you yet...their perfect child,”
Itachi exhaled, calming down, nuzzling their noses together.
“I even fell under your spell...not this version of you...I
ripped the one I loved apart.” He kissed him, and a shutter
of revulsion traveled down his spine, turning his face away. Itachi
turned it back, those red eyes cruel. “In a few hours I'm
going to pretend to capture that Kyuubi...and instead I'm going to
fuck you.” He grinned. “And you're going to like
it,” He assured him, Sasuke struggling by this point as
Itachi grabbed him close. “And I'm going to let you remember
this time.”
Sasuke froze in those arms, breath hitching in
his chest, heart stopping as he pulled back to look at Itachi.
“This time?” He asked, seeing that cruel
grin.
“Don't worry pet...you always asked for
it,” He assured him at seeing his face. He leaned in,
mockingly kissing away his tears. “Then again...I could tell
you anything, couldn't I? You would never know what was real. Is
this real Sasuke? Or am I just telling you this to scare
you?” He tilt his head back to look at him. “How would
you ever know, my beautiful Otouto?” He asked, and Sasuke
tried to push him back with his bound hands. “This is all
your fault. You have forced me to do all of this.”
“I didn't force you to do anything you
psychopath!” Sasuke yelled, body stiff as Itachi held him.
“I won't let you touch me,” He said, and flinched as
Itachi's laugh.
“Oh Sasuke...my dear little
brother,” He murmured, ruffling his hair. “You always
let me touch you…”
,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
Sasuke's eyes slowly opened as his hand
stretched out in the cold bed, not finding Itachi. He had to have
been gone for hours by the feel of it. He sighed, not wanting to
think of what Deidara had said, of whatever it was Itachi was
hiding. He forced himself out of the cold bed. He pulled on one of
Itachi's shirts, just in boxers besides that as he padded down the
hallway, stopping just outside the room with Neji. ...He knew his
brother wanted him nowhere close to Neji, and yet he hadn't gotten
to thoroughly question him before. It wasn't clear, what Obito had
sent him to do.
He exhaled, hand tightening on the doorknob as
he slid it open. His eyes widened when he took in the sight,
stomach dropping out as his eye flooded with the sharingan.
“How'd you get in?” Because Neji wasn't in the
chair...Obito was.
“Little Uchiha...It's been awhile.”
He crossed his legs. His face covered in bandages, but his eye was
sneering and cruel. “Itachi left an hour ago to catch up with
Neji...Do you think he knew about the tracking device I put under
his skin?” He asked. “Do you think he knew that Neji
was supposed to run off the entire time and leave you to
me?”
Sasuke sneered as he added everything up in his
head. “This the part where you have me raped and tortured
again? Because we've already played that game, and I wasn't much of
a fan.”
Obito laughed at that, the high pitched cackle
making Sasuke flinch. There was insanity in his eyes, and it was
obvious he was beyond hurting. “Me? You think that was my
plan? Well...it was,” He admitted, tilting his head. “I
was supposed to do the torturing, not Orochimaru, but I didn't feel
like following through with the plan.”
Sasuke knew he should leave. He knew he should
go find Itachi right now, because whatever this was...it was going
to break him. Obito excelled at that. “What are you talking
about?” He asked, even though he knew he shouldn't. He should
kill him. He could kill him.
“You're such a stupid boy,” Obito
bit out cruelly. “The defiling things you've let him do to
you, and you never stopped to ask yourself why?” He hissed.
“Did you think he did any of this for you? The eye...the
Kyuubi...Did you think it was for you?” He rolled his eyes.
“Surely you did, because you're gullible and pliable...and
fuckable I suppose,” He murmured. “But who knows who
would ever want to put their dick in you. I got Neji to give us
some alone time, because I want you to know exactly who the person
you love is.”
“I know everything Itachi has done to
me,” Sasuke hissed. “All the manipulations.” He
was met with even more biting laughter, and Sasuke noticed blood
staining the facial bandages.
“You don't even know half.” Obito's
teeth were stark white compared to the bloody bandages as he
clenched his teeth. “I'm going to tell you though, because it
is the greatest revenge for what he did to Kakashi. For you to I
suppose, not that I give a fuck about you.”
“I don't want to hear your lies,”
Sasuke growled, eye switching to the Kyuubi as his teeth grew.
“You're on death's door...allow me to help you through
it.”
Obito laughed again. “He planned it all
you know...right down to the minute detail. He's a genius,”
He credited, and Sasuke hesitated with the attack. “Do you
remember your blackouts? They've plagued you since you were 12,
correct?”
Sasuke got very still, never telling a single
soul about them. Not even Itachi. Cold dread started to trickle
down his spine as he watched Obito, and he knew he should run from
this. He shouldn't listen. “You know about them?
How?”
“Because Itachi did them. He thought I
didn't know, but I had him followed of course. He used to visit you
all the time. He'd drug you...and...well...touch
you.”
“You're lying!” Sasuke hissed,
chakra flaring around him as fear coated his insides like a
cancer.
“I'm really not. He didn't just fuck you
though...and oh yes Sasuke, he fucked you….He did something
far worse.” Obito motioned to the ring on Sasuke's finger.
“You wear that as a token of endearment, do you not? Foolish
Sasuke...He gave it to you when you vulnerable...when you had
admitted to loving every part of him, correct?” He asked, not
bothering to wait for a response. “That's the last wedge he
needed...He couldn't obtain it back in your village. He couldn't
take the last part of you. He had to make his move. He had to make
you love him to give it all to him.”
“W-what?” Sasuke asked hesitantly,
trying to remember this was the man that had him raped.
“Your soul of course. He's been splitting
it for years, making room...slowly hollowing you out. Didn't you
ever wonder how you were able to take the Kyuubi at your age?
Didn't you ever think to wonder why you've stopped caring about
killing...about death...about anything but him?” Sasuke felt
sick, heart racing a million miles an hour. “He's defiled you
in every sense of the word. He's taken bit by bit until you were
exactly what he wanted. He's made you repulsive...less than human,
and all for a very specific purpose.” Obito laughed at the
look on Sasuke's face. “He's dying. His body is almost
through...decaying from the inside out. Kept alive by a medicine
that is no longer working. He can't get better. He can't survive
this no matter how strong he is. He's known this for years. It was
never about taking your eyes Sasuke,” He said
knowingly.
It was like someone turned the noise off in the
room. Sasuke felt his insides hollow out, melt...dissolve. He tried
to remember that Obito lied...he manipulated. He destroyed. But how
had he known about the blackouts? “You'd say anything to turn
me against him.”
“Sai...that was meant to break
you….But it didn't work.” Obito listed on his fingers.
“Than there was Naruto...bringing him into the compound
knowing you would let him out. Having his own partner stab his
little lover.” Obito gave a look of mock sympathy as Sasuke
gripped the banister, almost collapsing. “And you didn't
break...you forgave him. So he enlisted my help...to take you and
torture you. Imagine his surprise when I gave you to Orochimaru
instead…” He rose an eyebrow appreciatively. “I
don't think I'd ever seen him show true emotion until that day. He
actually cried for you. Him...not the facade he shows
everyone.” Obito glanced down at the ring. “And even
after all of that...you took him back. You put on a ring that
drains your soul...You helped him kill you faster.” He
pretended to examine his nails. “If it's any consolation...I
think he does truly care for you now, after all he could have
finished it months ago...yet he nursed you back to health. He went
against me...truly went against me.”
The ring...Itachi hadn't wanted him to ever
take it off. He had insisted on it...threatened pain. His mind was
on overload as everything Obito said ran through his head. It
couldn't be possible, not even for Itachi. No one could do this. No
one `would' do this. “He loves me.” Sasuke said,
realizing how broken his voice sounded. Itachi had loved him since
they were kids in Konoha. He had killed for him. He had given up so
much for him. ...He had hurt him...over and over. He had stripped
away every last bit of him. He had given him the power of
immortality...of unlimited strength. ...He had given himself those
things. Itachi didn't love him...he loathed him.
Chakra exploded in the room, coating Sasuke
completely as he took it in, feeling his face elongate as his skin
peeled. He let it. He let the Kyuubi take his pain...his
anguish...his sorrow. He let him take the last part of him that
felt human. Six tails emerged as he was blanketed in the blanket of
quiet, of chaos...of death. Wasn't it all the same? He'd wreak
havoc...he'd kill...and when it was all over, he would find his
brother, and he would learn once and for all the truth even if he
had to eat out Itachi's heart to get to it. ...At least then he
would have it.
,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.