Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Avenging Aniki ❯ Avenging Aniki ( One-Shot )
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By: FrEaKiSh 
Sasuke is willing to do anything to avenge the one who meant the world to him-His brother.
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 02.04.2007 | Updated On: 02.15.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 713 | Status: Completed
Sasuke is willing to do anything to avenge the one who meant the world to him-His brother.
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 02.04.2007 | Updated On: 02.15.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 713 | Status: Completed
Ok…As far as pairings go…At the time it’s taking place, it’s a very vague OroSasu…Kinda , if you squint, but there’s a lot of ItaSasu that I never thought I’d be writing, cuz I’m very much opposed 2 ItaSasu when Sasuke is so little. But it fit the mood. Kinda a lemon, though it’s not 2 graphic. Uum kinda-rape…Er…Yaoi, traces of incest, violence, Sasuke being a cutter(and extremely emo), thoughts of suicide…Rather graphic suicide, actually. Murder, though with the past of the Uchiha clan, that‘s a must…That’s basically it. It’s a very vague, angst-y story. I’m trying a different style of writing. I think this a bit…creepier. Depressing. But it keeps going back 2 my usual style, especially during the flash-backs. Which basically make up all the story. There‘s very little from the actual time-frame…Oh well!. Oh, and when it says Itachi committed suicide, that’s in a figurative sense. Like…He had sacrificed his soul when he killed the clan. As for the certain scenes that actually happened, I did my best to have it go word-for-word, and have it happen just like it really did, but I wound up changing it a bit to make it fit more. It’s still basically how it happened. Yeah…Read on!
“_”-Spoken
‘_Italics_’-Thou ght
_Italics_-Flashback
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. I will only own Naruto when hell freezes over, and Orochimaru is strait. And I like Oro gay. All Naruto-related stuff blelongs to the ultra-talented Masashi Kishimoto. Though I like to think I'm even more talented...
Avenging Aniki
By Emma, A.K.A. FrEaKiSh
“Nn!” Sasuke let out a small whimper of protest as he was pushed roughly onto the sweaty, dirty futon, but swallowed back any other sounds of dispute. No…He had to do this, needed to do this. He had sworn to himself, anything for power. Anything. What-ever it takes. Never stop fighting until he attains his goal.
Saliva lathered his cheek; his neck; his bare stomach as the wet muscle of tongue dragged along his skin. Chills ran down his back. But he would not complain. No. He had asked for this. This was what he wanted; a compensation for power. A compensation for gaining his life’s objective. His reason for not just killing himself.
It would be so easy, though. So many ways. He could slit his wrist-it wouldn’t be any worse than his normal cutting; just a bit deeper, and in a slightly different location. The sight of his blood dripping down his arm was enough to make him smile. What could he say, he was a masochist. Strangulation-feeling the last bits of life creep out of his body, letting him slide into eternal peace. Over-dose of drugs-Hours on end of seizures, pain, and other unpleasantries, all the while knowing it would soon be over, and these were his last moments. Jumping off a building-He had always been dramatic. Slashing his throat, leaving him in unending silence, never to utter another word. Drowning; water putting out his life’s flame. The options were endless.
But he wouldn’t. He wouldn’t take the easy way out. He had always been a striver-striving to out-do his brother; striving for his fathers love, striving to be the best; to be the strongest. Striving for things he couldn’t name, yet wanted unconsciously. Yet, as hard as he tried, he could never gain exactly what he wanted. Ever.
“Aniki!!!” Sasuke sprinted towards the ANBU-uniform-clad boy-though he wasn’t wearing the mask right then- walking towards where Sasuke was playing a distance from the house, a grin plastered on his young face.
“Hello, Otouto-Kun.” Itachi greeted tonelessly. Sasuke reached up his arms, and Itachi pulled him onto his back for a piggy-back ride the rest of the way to his house. A smile ghosted on his lips.
Sasuke buried his face in his older brother’s hair, breathing in his familiar scent. Itachi always smelled like smoke and ashes and metal. When he grew up, Sasuke wanted to be just like his elder brother; his Aniki.
“Aniki?” Sasuke asked, his 7-year-old voice quieter than usual.
“Hmm?” Itachi didn’t stop walking towards the compound, his foot-steps jarring Sasuke lightly.
“Will you teach me to be like you?” Itachi chuckled softly.
“Why would you want to be like me?”
“Because then Oto-San would like me more.” Itachi stopped walking, and pulled Sasuke into a position where they were facing one another.
“Well, what Oto-San thinks doesn’t matter. You’re perfect just the way you are.” Itachi’s eyes showed no amusement.
“R-really?”
“Really.” He placed a small, chastised kiss on Sasuke’s red lips. Sasuke eagerly returned it, happy to have his brothers affection. Itachi was the world to him-the only one who really, truly cared and paid attention to him. Oka-San tried, but she had her other son and husband to tend to, as well. Itachi made Sasuke feel special. Wanted. Loved.
To Sasuke’s surprise, Itachi turned his head away.
“A-aniki?”
“Hmm?”
“Why'd you turn away?”
“We’re too close to the house. Oto-San and Oka-San will see.”
“Why shouldn’t they see? I love Aniki.” Sasuke frowned, confused.
“It’s wrong to love me.”
“Why? I love Oto-San, and Oka-San, Oba-San, Oji-San, and every-one else. Why not Aniki?”
“Because it’s different kinds of love. One is normal, not as powerful, the other is special…Intimate.”
“So…I should stop loving Aniki in the special way?” Itachi ghosted a smile again.
“No. Just keep it secret; between Otouto and Aniki. For this kind of love shouldn’t be exploited. It should be kept private.” Sasuke nodded quickly. If Aniki wanted it private, then he would keep it private. “Now, let’s go. Oka-San will get worried if we don’t get back soon.” He resumed his walking, Sasuke shifting to return to Itachi’s back, leaning back into the comfort of the familiar scent. He knew that as long as he was loved by Aniki, everything would be fine.
That was a week before Itachi killed the clan. Ironic, huh? But true. Very true. Itachi didn’t love him anymore. And so nothing was fine. Nothing. He was scarred forever.
“N-no…” Sasuke stared in shock at the bloody scene before his eyes. Tears clouded his vision. How? Why?
“Sasuke.” Sasuke whipped around , facing his brother. His face-now emotionless-was familiar, with the same creases, the red Mangekyo Sharingan he had grown accustomed to, yet it was completely strange to him.
“Y-you…” Tears spilled from where they had been gathering. He couldn’t bring himself to say it. Itachi nodded, confirming Sasuke’s worst fears.
This wasn’t the face of his brother; his beloved Aniki. That face was dead; gone…Killed with the rest of the clan. This wasn’t his brother…The boy who had kissed him; whispered reassuring words to him when he was sad. This was the face of a murderer. Of a cold-hearted killer.
“W-why?” His voice cracked, breaking into little pieces.
“To test my strength.” He replied coldly.
He had committed countless crimes-Matricide. Patricide. Many, many other types of homicide. But worst of all, he had committed suicide. He had killed the self Sasuke knew and loved; Sacrificed it for such a trivial reason.
Sasuke sobbed, tears flooding his pale face and sliding into his wide-necked black shirt, down his chest.
“Why not me? Why not kill me?”
“You aren’t worth killing.” Sasuke sobbed harder, feeling his world break into a million irreplaceable pieces.
In a fit of rage and despair, he formed the hand-signs of the jutsu he had so-devotedly practiced; in hopes of becoming as strong as his Aniki. He would kill him! Make him die for killing his Aniki.
“KATON GOKAKYOU NO JUTSU!!!” Fire flew out from his mouth, but his brother easily dodged it; unharmed. Not giving up, Sasuke ran forward, pounding his little fists on Itachi’s chest.
“I hate you! HATE YOU! Die! Ju-just die!” His voice mingled with sobs. His strength ran out, and he sunk down, still weeping violently.
Itachi pulled his back up to his feet roughly, and pushed him up against the wall.
“Why can’s you kill me, Otouto?” He didn’t wait for an answer. “Because you lack hatred. You’re pathetic. Face it-you can’t hate your only brother.” Even though his heart broke as these word were spoken to him, Sasuke knew they weren’t true. Itachi was right-he couldn’t hate his brother. But this wasn’t his brother. It was only a body that looked like him.
Itachi left the room; leaving Sasuke to his thoughts. Looking at the bloody carnage surrounding him; he saw his parents. Uchiha Fugaku and Mikoto. They were holding one another. Embraced in death, joined in eternal love. Please. There couldn’t be love after this.
Sasuke would grow stronger. Grow in his hatred. Kill him. Kill him for the slaughter of his family. His brother. Avenge his death. Until then, Aniki. Until then.
Sasuke was pounded into the blankets. The floor. The wall. Hating it. Every second of it. Coursing through his veins.
Release came. And went. Leaving him limp, laying on the now-abandoned futon. Breathing slowed lazily. Alone. He was left alone.
He hated him. He did this. Killed them all. Killed himself. Forced him to go to extremes. To sacrifice his body. Sacrifice what he wanted to give only to him. What he promised only to him. What he gave to him.
“Aniki? It’s cold.” Itachi lay on his futon in the middle of winter, his brother tugging on his sleeve.
“Get in, then.” Sasuke happily crawled in next to him, under the covers. Pressed against his warm body.
“Aniki, do you love me?” Sasuke asked, his arms wrapped around his brother.
“…Why would you think I wouldn’t?”
“Because…Oto-San doesn’t, and-” Itachi cut him off.
“Oto-San does love you. He just…wants you to be your best.”
“But…Aniki loves me, right?” Itachi smiled softly.
“Hai.” Grinning broadly, Sasuke kissed Itachi. On the lips.
Itachi drew back, shocked.
“Why, incestual brother, I didn’t know you felt that way.” Sasuke blushed. Crimson spread over his pale face.
“I-I saw the older kids doing it; when they loved someone, and I just wanted to-to…show Aniki that I-I loved you, t-too.” He stuttered, looking as if he were going to burst into tears any second.
Itachi studied him. Taking him in. His pale face. Onyx eyes. Chickens-ass hair. He loved him. He was his brother-His Otouto. But not that kind of love. It was more. Much more.
“There…Are other ways of showing love. Better ways…Let me show you.” He said hesitatingly as he removed his brothers shirt.
He was 5. And that wasn’t the last time. No. It was far from it.
He had sacrificed a part of himself. But he wasn’t bitter. Thinking logically, now, it was wrong. But in his heart, it was still right.
He would eagerly go each night, happy to please his brother. Happy when Itachi moaned quietly in pleasure. Even happy when he felt the pain. For he knew. Knew that he wasn’t useless. Knew that he could bring happiness. Knew that he was loved.
He walked outside. He was generally given freedom. His captor thought the more freedom he was given, the less likely he was to run. He wouldn’t run. Right now, he just needed fresh air.
His breath caught in his throat. There. There he was. Right in front of him.
He was strong enough, now. He could feel it. Strength running though his veins.
“Itachi.” He called out.
Itachi turned to face him.
“Otouto-Kun.”
“Don’t call me that. I’m not your brother.” He spat.
“Ah.” Itachi smirked. “Come to kill me?” Sasuke smiled cruelly.
“Of course. How did you know?”
“Aniki, guess what!”
“What?” Itachi replied, bored.
“Oka-San is making a biiiiig party for Oto-San’s birthday!”
“I know.”
“You do?”
“Yes.”
“Wow, Aniki! You must be psychic!”
“Mnn…”
“Guess what else!”
“What?”
“Guess how much I love you!” Itachi smiled softly down at his little brother.
“This much.” He lifted Sasuke up, over his head, stretching him towards the sky. “Except more.” Sasuke smiled, wide-eyed.
“How did you know?”
“Because.” Itachi whispered in his ear. “That’s how much I love you.”
He lay on the ground. Panting. Blood staining his Akatsuki cloak, coloring the red clouds even redder.
Sasuke bent down, staring in his face. The Sharingan-The Mangekyo Sharingan he was so used to seeing-had deactivated, leaving his eyes charcoal black. His face calm. This face…This face was not strange at all. This was the face of his Aniki.
“Aniki…” Sasuke whispered, wrapping his arms around his wounded brother.
“O-Otouto. G-gomen nasai.” His voice was weak. Nearly inaudible.
A tear dripped out of Sasuke’s dark eye. Down his cheek. Fell onto Itachi’s bloody face.
He couldn’t reply. He had to do this. Now.
“I’m sorry, too.” He plunged his kunai down. Into his brother’s chest. His heart. The life faded out of his eyes.
His goal was accomplished. His mission done. His reason for living; over. Now, he could rest in peace.
He lay down next to Itachi. Soaked with his blood. He knew his end was near.
“I’ve avenged you, Aniki.” He whispered. And died.
OWARI
“_”-Spoken
‘_Italics_’-Thou ght
_Italics_-Flashback
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. I will only own Naruto when hell freezes over, and Orochimaru is strait. And I like Oro gay. All Naruto-related stuff blelongs to the ultra-talented Masashi Kishimoto. Though I like to think I'm even more talented...
Avenging Aniki
By Emma, A.K.A. FrEaKiSh
“Nn!” Sasuke let out a small whimper of protest as he was pushed roughly onto the sweaty, dirty futon, but swallowed back any other sounds of dispute. No…He had to do this, needed to do this. He had sworn to himself, anything for power. Anything. What-ever it takes. Never stop fighting until he attains his goal.
Saliva lathered his cheek; his neck; his bare stomach as the wet muscle of tongue dragged along his skin. Chills ran down his back. But he would not complain. No. He had asked for this. This was what he wanted; a compensation for power. A compensation for gaining his life’s objective. His reason for not just killing himself.
It would be so easy, though. So many ways. He could slit his wrist-it wouldn’t be any worse than his normal cutting; just a bit deeper, and in a slightly different location. The sight of his blood dripping down his arm was enough to make him smile. What could he say, he was a masochist. Strangulation-feeling the last bits of life creep out of his body, letting him slide into eternal peace. Over-dose of drugs-Hours on end of seizures, pain, and other unpleasantries, all the while knowing it would soon be over, and these were his last moments. Jumping off a building-He had always been dramatic. Slashing his throat, leaving him in unending silence, never to utter another word. Drowning; water putting out his life’s flame. The options were endless.
But he wouldn’t. He wouldn’t take the easy way out. He had always been a striver-striving to out-do his brother; striving for his fathers love, striving to be the best; to be the strongest. Striving for things he couldn’t name, yet wanted unconsciously. Yet, as hard as he tried, he could never gain exactly what he wanted. Ever.
“Aniki!!!” Sasuke sprinted towards the ANBU-uniform-clad boy-though he wasn’t wearing the mask right then- walking towards where Sasuke was playing a distance from the house, a grin plastered on his young face.
“Hello, Otouto-Kun.” Itachi greeted tonelessly. Sasuke reached up his arms, and Itachi pulled him onto his back for a piggy-back ride the rest of the way to his house. A smile ghosted on his lips.
Sasuke buried his face in his older brother’s hair, breathing in his familiar scent. Itachi always smelled like smoke and ashes and metal. When he grew up, Sasuke wanted to be just like his elder brother; his Aniki.
“Aniki?” Sasuke asked, his 7-year-old voice quieter than usual.
“Hmm?” Itachi didn’t stop walking towards the compound, his foot-steps jarring Sasuke lightly.
“Will you teach me to be like you?” Itachi chuckled softly.
“Why would you want to be like me?”
“Because then Oto-San would like me more.” Itachi stopped walking, and pulled Sasuke into a position where they were facing one another.
“Well, what Oto-San thinks doesn’t matter. You’re perfect just the way you are.” Itachi’s eyes showed no amusement.
“R-really?”
“Really.” He placed a small, chastised kiss on Sasuke’s red lips. Sasuke eagerly returned it, happy to have his brothers affection. Itachi was the world to him-the only one who really, truly cared and paid attention to him. Oka-San tried, but she had her other son and husband to tend to, as well. Itachi made Sasuke feel special. Wanted. Loved.
To Sasuke’s surprise, Itachi turned his head away.
“A-aniki?”
“Hmm?”
“Why'd you turn away?”
“We’re too close to the house. Oto-San and Oka-San will see.”
“Why shouldn’t they see? I love Aniki.” Sasuke frowned, confused.
“It’s wrong to love me.”
“Why? I love Oto-San, and Oka-San, Oba-San, Oji-San, and every-one else. Why not Aniki?”
“Because it’s different kinds of love. One is normal, not as powerful, the other is special…Intimate.”
“So…I should stop loving Aniki in the special way?” Itachi ghosted a smile again.
“No. Just keep it secret; between Otouto and Aniki. For this kind of love shouldn’t be exploited. It should be kept private.” Sasuke nodded quickly. If Aniki wanted it private, then he would keep it private. “Now, let’s go. Oka-San will get worried if we don’t get back soon.” He resumed his walking, Sasuke shifting to return to Itachi’s back, leaning back into the comfort of the familiar scent. He knew that as long as he was loved by Aniki, everything would be fine.
That was a week before Itachi killed the clan. Ironic, huh? But true. Very true. Itachi didn’t love him anymore. And so nothing was fine. Nothing. He was scarred forever.
“N-no…” Sasuke stared in shock at the bloody scene before his eyes. Tears clouded his vision. How? Why?
“Sasuke.” Sasuke whipped around , facing his brother. His face-now emotionless-was familiar, with the same creases, the red Mangekyo Sharingan he had grown accustomed to, yet it was completely strange to him.
“Y-you…” Tears spilled from where they had been gathering. He couldn’t bring himself to say it. Itachi nodded, confirming Sasuke’s worst fears.
This wasn’t the face of his brother; his beloved Aniki. That face was dead; gone…Killed with the rest of the clan. This wasn’t his brother…The boy who had kissed him; whispered reassuring words to him when he was sad. This was the face of a murderer. Of a cold-hearted killer.
“W-why?” His voice cracked, breaking into little pieces.
“To test my strength.” He replied coldly.
He had committed countless crimes-Matricide. Patricide. Many, many other types of homicide. But worst of all, he had committed suicide. He had killed the self Sasuke knew and loved; Sacrificed it for such a trivial reason.
Sasuke sobbed, tears flooding his pale face and sliding into his wide-necked black shirt, down his chest.
“Why not me? Why not kill me?”
“You aren’t worth killing.” Sasuke sobbed harder, feeling his world break into a million irreplaceable pieces.
In a fit of rage and despair, he formed the hand-signs of the jutsu he had so-devotedly practiced; in hopes of becoming as strong as his Aniki. He would kill him! Make him die for killing his Aniki.
“KATON GOKAKYOU NO JUTSU!!!” Fire flew out from his mouth, but his brother easily dodged it; unharmed. Not giving up, Sasuke ran forward, pounding his little fists on Itachi’s chest.
“I hate you! HATE YOU! Die! Ju-just die!” His voice mingled with sobs. His strength ran out, and he sunk down, still weeping violently.
Itachi pulled his back up to his feet roughly, and pushed him up against the wall.
“Why can’s you kill me, Otouto?” He didn’t wait for an answer. “Because you lack hatred. You’re pathetic. Face it-you can’t hate your only brother.” Even though his heart broke as these word were spoken to him, Sasuke knew they weren’t true. Itachi was right-he couldn’t hate his brother. But this wasn’t his brother. It was only a body that looked like him.
Itachi left the room; leaving Sasuke to his thoughts. Looking at the bloody carnage surrounding him; he saw his parents. Uchiha Fugaku and Mikoto. They were holding one another. Embraced in death, joined in eternal love. Please. There couldn’t be love after this.
Sasuke would grow stronger. Grow in his hatred. Kill him. Kill him for the slaughter of his family. His brother. Avenge his death. Until then, Aniki. Until then.
Sasuke was pounded into the blankets. The floor. The wall. Hating it. Every second of it. Coursing through his veins.
Release came. And went. Leaving him limp, laying on the now-abandoned futon. Breathing slowed lazily. Alone. He was left alone.
He hated him. He did this. Killed them all. Killed himself. Forced him to go to extremes. To sacrifice his body. Sacrifice what he wanted to give only to him. What he promised only to him. What he gave to him.
“Aniki? It’s cold.” Itachi lay on his futon in the middle of winter, his brother tugging on his sleeve.
“Get in, then.” Sasuke happily crawled in next to him, under the covers. Pressed against his warm body.
“Aniki, do you love me?” Sasuke asked, his arms wrapped around his brother.
“…Why would you think I wouldn’t?”
“Because…Oto-San doesn’t, and-” Itachi cut him off.
“Oto-San does love you. He just…wants you to be your best.”
“But…Aniki loves me, right?” Itachi smiled softly.
“Hai.” Grinning broadly, Sasuke kissed Itachi. On the lips.
Itachi drew back, shocked.
“Why, incestual brother, I didn’t know you felt that way.” Sasuke blushed. Crimson spread over his pale face.
“I-I saw the older kids doing it; when they loved someone, and I just wanted to-to…show Aniki that I-I loved you, t-too.” He stuttered, looking as if he were going to burst into tears any second.
Itachi studied him. Taking him in. His pale face. Onyx eyes. Chickens-ass hair. He loved him. He was his brother-His Otouto. But not that kind of love. It was more. Much more.
“There…Are other ways of showing love. Better ways…Let me show you.” He said hesitatingly as he removed his brothers shirt.
He was 5. And that wasn’t the last time. No. It was far from it.
He had sacrificed a part of himself. But he wasn’t bitter. Thinking logically, now, it was wrong. But in his heart, it was still right.
He would eagerly go each night, happy to please his brother. Happy when Itachi moaned quietly in pleasure. Even happy when he felt the pain. For he knew. Knew that he wasn’t useless. Knew that he could bring happiness. Knew that he was loved.
He walked outside. He was generally given freedom. His captor thought the more freedom he was given, the less likely he was to run. He wouldn’t run. Right now, he just needed fresh air.
His breath caught in his throat. There. There he was. Right in front of him.
He was strong enough, now. He could feel it. Strength running though his veins.
“Itachi.” He called out.
Itachi turned to face him.
“Otouto-Kun.”
“Don’t call me that. I’m not your brother.” He spat.
“Ah.” Itachi smirked. “Come to kill me?” Sasuke smiled cruelly.
“Of course. How did you know?”
“Aniki, guess what!”
“What?” Itachi replied, bored.
“Oka-San is making a biiiiig party for Oto-San’s birthday!”
“I know.”
“You do?”
“Yes.”
“Wow, Aniki! You must be psychic!”
“Mnn…”
“Guess what else!”
“What?”
“Guess how much I love you!” Itachi smiled softly down at his little brother.
“This much.” He lifted Sasuke up, over his head, stretching him towards the sky. “Except more.” Sasuke smiled, wide-eyed.
“How did you know?”
“Because.” Itachi whispered in his ear. “That’s how much I love you.”
He lay on the ground. Panting. Blood staining his Akatsuki cloak, coloring the red clouds even redder.
Sasuke bent down, staring in his face. The Sharingan-The Mangekyo Sharingan he was so used to seeing-had deactivated, leaving his eyes charcoal black. His face calm. This face…This face was not strange at all. This was the face of his Aniki.
“Aniki…” Sasuke whispered, wrapping his arms around his wounded brother.
“O-Otouto. G-gomen nasai.” His voice was weak. Nearly inaudible.
A tear dripped out of Sasuke’s dark eye. Down his cheek. Fell onto Itachi’s bloody face.
He couldn’t reply. He had to do this. Now.
“I’m sorry, too.” He plunged his kunai down. Into his brother’s chest. His heart. The life faded out of his eyes.
His goal was accomplished. His mission done. His reason for living; over. Now, he could rest in peace.
He lay down next to Itachi. Soaked with his blood. He knew his end was near.
“I’ve avenged you, Aniki.” He whispered. And died.
OWARI