Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Dead By Dawn ❯ Grace ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Disclaimer: No, don't own Naruto.

A/N: This is my first Naruto fic. I'm really excited cuz this is my favorite anime, but I didn't have any good story idea for it til now. I promise this will get much better as it progresses, but it's gonna be a short fic though. I don't want to drag it out too long or it will lose its effect.

The end is already pretty much planned, just a matter of getting there... and I can promise you will all hate me cuz of the end.

Warning: blood and gore, violence, uchiha-cest... chapter contains references to sexual content.

Setting: Through Sasuke's POV, when he's still 12/ 13, inside Konaha and around the outside of it's walls. Takes place within one night.

Dead By Dawn

Chapter 1- Grace

I walked down the beaten path in the forest outside the walls of Konoha. Despite the darkness of the night, my feet moved expertly over the tree trunks, around every pot hole. I've walked this path many times. I knew it well.

My feet knew every stumble it had made in the past, every dip in the road. It has learned them well. And I have the scratches to prove it. A small smirk appeared on my face. This was the second time around this path tonight. Perhaps there was no new surprise.

Just then my foot found a pot hole and I stumbled forward losing my balance. I caught myself, steadying my body upwards again. Silently I cursed as my hand rubbed my face wiping the sweat from it. It was as if the path I've chosen is laughing at me, telling me I will always stumble.

I will never become strong enough to defeat him.

I sighed, exhausted by my short journey, as I sat beneath the tree. I leaned my tired back against it, enjoying its cool bark against my skin seeping through my sweaty shirt. I closed my eyes, dreaming back to when we were kids... I haven't slept a good night since that day and that is why I was on this path again.

It is why I always find myself on this path again- wide awake and unable to sleep the night away. Oh how I would love to sleep it all away.

I let out another frustrated sigh and scrunched my brow. What did he use to look like? Back then? Before the murder?

I imagined the uchiha streets of Konaha, through our section of the village. The streets buzzing with life, the smell of good food floating through the restaurants. The smiling faces, the familiar names, the ninjas of our clan roaming the streets- bits of information of new missions, new wins floating from them. Our pride, our strength, our name. It is all six feet under now.

And I can see it, as I hold his hand moving up the street with him- his hand seemed so large back then, so safe, the way it engulfed and held mine. The way his warmth encircled my hand. I moved my hand over my own, trying to engulf it like he use to, remembering his warmth. I can remember looking up at his calm, collective face, those dark eyes always so thoughtful, contemplative.

"Hey, aniki! Can I have a piggy back ride!"

His calm face looks down to meet mine. And there it was, a hint of warmth in his eyes, a slight loosening of the brow that occured only for me, a look of tenderness that only showed for me.

"Of course dear otouto."

A smile found it's way on my face, a sad smile. Back then aniki meant piggy back rides, safety from nightmares in his bed, a warm hand, a doctor for my scrapes. I can remember how he use to bargain with father to get him to train me. How concerned he always was for my happiness, well being.

He never showed any emotion. His face was always calm, contemplative. He was always thinking. He never smiled, never showed sorrow. His voice was always steady. Yes, whenever he looked to me, I could see it. The love in his eyes. And despite the fact he never trained with me, despite the fact he would flick my forehead and treat me like a pest- I knew the truth. I knew he only showed the slightest hint of emotion for me.

And that always made me feel special.

And now I know it was all a lie. It had to have been. Or he wouldn't have left me all alone. He wouldn't have killed them.

Could that love really have been a lie.

I thought back to his tender, brown eyes... It was long ago. Perhaps I was remembering wrong. Perhaps it was never there.

And I thought back to his dark eyes, the flash of love across them that so quickly disappeared as if it was a dream. Yeah... that's it.... I was dreaming.

I felt a wave of sadness as my smile faded. I bet he never even loved me. My grip tightened on my hand. It wouldn't be like this if mother and father were alive. I'd be happy if they were alive. Everything would be better again. Even if aniki still wasn't here. Aniki.

"Otouto." That calm, smooth voice.

Great, now I'm imagining things. I felt a warm hand engulf my own two which were still holding one another. My eyes shot open to meet my brother's red sharingan eyes.

"Itachi!" I hissed.

And quickly I jerked my hands out of his and began backing up, but my back was already against the tree. Itachi remained still, leaning over me face level with mine. He watched me squirm against the tree, pressing further into it, with a look of thoughtfulness in his eyes. Then he began to move closer, watching closely my every move as my squirming increased.

I felt trapped, his arms on either side of me, him in front and the tree in back. I was careless, and I began cursing myself for that. What was my murderous brother going to do to me? He leaned closer and closer, his eyes analyzing my every move inquisitively, until his nose touched mine and his hot breath cascaded down my mouth.

"It's been a while otouto." His voice was as calm and confident as ever.

"Not long enough." I retorted venemously. "What do you want Itachi."

It was more of a demand than a question. And it was greeted by silence. As I sat there in the silence, I took in his face fully. And it was every bit how I remembered it. The smooth, white skin, jet black hair, his sharp perfectly cut features. No wonder all the girls wanted him. My brother was always the beautiful one in the family. And his face was nothing like I remembered it.

The look of tenderness reserved for me, gone; the hint of warmth, gone; the loosening of the brows, gone. In fact, there was no emotion left at all. His face, the slight scowl that held no real anger or aggression, it was empty. A blank, apathetic look of a ghost where my brother died years ago, on the night my clan was murdered. His eyes was the only semblance of itachi left as small traces of him would flash through them once in a while- thoughtfulness, inquisitiveness... but no emotion... just thoughts.

"You're not Itachi." I spat. And I felt like a fool the moment I said it.

A pause. Then an answer. "And why do you say this." His breath puffed over my mouth with each word.

It was as if his breath reminded me of our closeness bringing me back from my thoughts. I immediately felt repulsed by the contact of our breath, as my breath quickened against his face. I squirmed again, my legs brushing against the inside of his. A blush crossed my cheeks from the contact. This was embarrassing. I was pinned by my own brother, and of course Itachi had to pick the most embarrassing position possible.

I turned my face away from his blood red eyes. And immediately, Itachi took the opportunity to move in even closer. I blushed darker as I felt Itachi's lips press against the shell of my ear, the skin sliding over my skin as he spoke.

"Do you miss your big brother otouto?"

My heart raced a little as he spoke, his breath tickling the inside of my ear causing my stomach to butterfly lightly, then turn in disgust at such contact with my brother. My murderous brother who betrayed me. As his words slowly registered in my mind, the disgust turned into anger that exploded.

My arms shot up, and I pressed with all my might against his chest.

"Fuck you, Itachi."

He grabbed my arms roughly, and slammed me hard into the tree. I felt the pain shoot through my back deep into my chest, shaking my breath. I heard a deep chuckle reverbate from his chest. I watched his face. There was not the slightest sign the laugh ever existed, no show of humor. And I felt a cold chill move through my body.

He began leaning in closer again, but I turned my head to the side a feeling of revulsion taking me from the thought of enduring such closeness again. His fingers gripped my chin roughly and jerked me back to face him bruising my jaw, his breath cascading down my mouth again despite the fact our noses were not touching. And I met his eyes, and immediately wish I hadn't.

His eyes were of blood, cold and set. There was no emotion in them or anger, but an icy death that screamed obedience. I could see the blood of all of our clan in them, shouting out a warning to any who dare to look away.

I swallowed hard, a new fear setting in the pit of my stomach. Why was I always afraid, so weak. For once I wish I could be brave and strong, I wish I could stand up and defeat him instead of being pathetic. The disgust mirrored back to me now, and I could picture my parents rolling over in their graves over my inability.

"What do you want, Itachi." I asked for the millionth time. And I shuddered at the fear in my voice.

Itachi remained silent. I could have asked him for the rest of eternity, and Itachi wouldn't answer. Not until he was ready.

"What do you want, otouto. Do you want your family back."

My jaw muscles tightened beneath his grip. I shot him the most hateful look possible. I wish looks could kill. Mine would win. I pictured his head exploding beneath my look and felt a momentary sensation of pleasure.

"Go to hell."

"I plan on taking you with me."

Now it was my turn to pause. Taking me with him? "If you are not here for any reason, then leave me be. I don't want to see you." Not with those eyes. Those red sharingan eyes that destroyed my clan.

"What do you want, otouto."

Was he mocking me? I sighed frustrated. I wanted him to leave. I wish I had the power to make him leave. The helplessness swelled inside me as the feeling of trapped prey became stronger. Yes, that was it. Itachi was the predator, and I was the prey.

I threw an answer out to him, hoping he would leave afterwards. "I want the Mangekyou sharingan."

"Is that really what you want?"

It wasn't a lie. I have always been jelous that Itachi had it and I didn't. But itachi was looking at me like he wanted something else. I thought back to what he said earlier. "And I want my family back."

I felt even more pathetic now. I pictured an infant whining for his mother. That must be what I sound like to him. But neither was a lie. I wanted my family back, the one that was taken so long ago. But I can never have it. It was unattainable. And a pain entered me.

Itachi must have seen it, because a new hunger entered his eyes, as he looked at me as if he had just trapped me where he wanted me.

"I can give it to you. I can give you your family back." His voice was just as calm as I remembered.

I gave him a new death glare. "Stop fucking with me Itachi."

His grip moved from my chin as his fingers weaved through my hair, oh so gently, as if petting a kitten. Then he gripped my hair painfully tight and pulled it.

"I could resurrect the entire clan from the dead with the Resurrection jutsu."

I remembered hearing about that jutsu before. It is a forbidden jutsu. It wouldn't be surprising if Itachi new a jutsu like that.

"I said stop fucking with me Itachi. You're not that powerful. No one is."

"I am if I use the chakra from the Kyuubi."

I felt my breath catch in my throat as the total realization of what he was saying hit me. It made sense. The kyuubi is extremely powerful- it is known for its immense chakra. Yes, that could easily resurrect my clan. But why would Itachi even offer that. Either way, just the thought of having my family back made my heart race.

Itachi watched me, watched my eyes widen and pupils shrink a bit from the realization. He took it all in, and then continued, voice steady and even.

"Bring me the kyuubi, and I will revive our clan. Bring him to me by dawn." His voice flowed through me like silk.

Naruto. My eyes blinked and refocused on him, a look of hate in them.

"Is that what this is about? You want Naruto. Well, you can forget it-"

Itachi stood quickly from over top me. The swift movement caught me off guard, and I felt the relief on my scalp as he relinquished my hair. I watched as Itachi turned smoothly and began to slowly walk away with each fluid movement. Itachi was just as graceful as ever... he hadn't lost a single ounce of that grace.

As I watched him leave, my mind began to race. I hadn't expected that, I had expected him to throw me back against the tree, to try to kill me, anything besides leaving. I had expected more time to think.

My heart began to skip beats as my breathing increased. I felt a small trickle of sweat trickle down my face from the fever of the situation. This could be it. This could be my only chance of having my family back. I pictured father and I at the table, mother with her kind smile cooking breakfast. It was so serene back then, I was so happy.

A pain shook my heart as I began to realize... I am so lonely now... I am all alone. And I always will be this way. Something will always be missing, I'll always be chasing his shadow... unless...

"Wait!" I called out to him.

I watched as he stopped just partially in the shadows. He turned his head towhere I could see the side of his face, and just barely make out one sharingan eye.

He looked to me, as if I was recieving some undeserved grace from him. As if it was by his pure grace I even had the opportunity to have my family back despite my weakness. Like he was some type of god throwing his blessings down on me. I had to bite back my anger at the thought, because in reality he did have the advantage as of now.

I felt myself choke as I uttered every word, a sense of falling coming upon me as the dream took over the reality. "If I bring Naruto to you... you swear you will bring my clan back to life."

Itachi turned to face me, those two ghostly eyes staring out to me, calling me in.

"I want you as well."

I stared at him confused. He wants me? "What are you talking about."

"I want your virginity."

My mouth dropped open. His expression never changed. No shame, no disgust. It was then I decided my brother couldn't be human, because any human would blush at such direct words. I could feel myself begin to blush.

I opened my mouth to curse him out, to tell him forget it, but my brother had already turned to begin to leave again.

Desperation washed over me again. "I said wait!" I yelled in frustration, a slight hint of anger in my voice. Itachi was always so impatient, even when I was young.

He stopped lightly, looking over his shoulder once again. My blush deepened, a sense of violation waxing inside my chest, as a new disgust filled me, but this one was reserved for me. This new rage was all my own.

"Fine. He's yours." I spat venemously. Naruto forgive me... but I am dying here. I am slowly dying without my family. You understand, right? It's nothing personal. I just want what's rightfully mine.

"And you?" Itachi's voice flowed to me, swallowing me whole.

I sat there taking it, as I closed my eyes. And I began to hate myself, hate my obvious weakness. I whispered my response quietly, knowing deep down I had just sold myself to the devil, and I was now at his mercy. And with my last two words Itachi vanished into the darkness.

"I'm yours."

A/N: And there you have it. Please review and let me know how the chapter is. I really enjoy reading the reviews.
So Sasuke has agreed to give Itachi Naruto by dawn, so he has tonight to get Naruto to where he just met Itachi. Plus, he has to give Itachi his virginity. And all to get his clan back. Like the plot so far?