Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Dead By Dawn ❯ Jealousy ( Chapter 5 )

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

Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Naruto.

A/N: Oi, what a week. I'm exhausted. Thank you to all who reviewed, you know I love reading them, and sorry for the delay. *steals organs back and replaces into gut while Angelic isn't looking.* Hehe, my talking distraction jutsu is finished! Now on with the story!

The night has a thousand eyes, And the day but one; Yet the light of the bright world dies, With the dying sun. The mind has a thousand eyes, And the heart but one; Yet the light of a whole life dies, When love is done. ~ by Francis W. Bourdillon ~

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"What are you doing in my house." Kakashi demanded harshly as he rose briskly from his seat.

Itachi remained sitting, his eyes following Kakashi's to his upward position. Itachi calmly uncrossed his legs, as he moved his elbow purposely onto the table, index and thumb fingering each other in an offhanded motion. He watched Kakashi, eyes unmoved by his passion. He tilted his head slightly, analyzing this new inconvenience.

"I said what are you doing here." Kakashi demanded again.

"What are you doing with my brother." Itachi stated calmly, cold blood eyes staring back icily.

"Sasuke?... What does he-" Kakashi's face filled with shock, as it came crashing down to him. "You... you're the one manipulating Sasuke to get Naruto." It all fits perfectly now.

Itachi remained silent, watching with intent as the shock fully filled Kakashi's features drinking it all in. A sense of danger played into his iced, bloodied eyes, sending the sharingan to a deeper crimson red as his prey slowly realized his standing.

"You're in my way." Itachi's voice flowed out evenly, void of emotion.

Ch 5- Jelousy

Kakashi reached his hand towards his face to remove the head band over his sharingan eye, but felt his muscles freeze in place, arm even with his chest. I can't move. He felt his chest tighten, as the fear gripped him at the notion of no longer being in control of his body, and the coldness of the crimson eyes shot through his body.

Itachi stared calmly back into his dark onyx eyes, fingering his thumb and index lightly, as if slowly disintegrating the insect in his fingers. He held Kakashi's muscles fixed in his gaze, controllling them, not letting him lift to reveal his sharingan.

"Not this time, Kakashi." Itachi said smoothly.

Kakashi focused on his breathing, evening it out, relaxing his muscles as his mind cleared of all distractions. He pictured the petrifying fear growing smaller and smaller in his mind. He could feel his mind growing sharper with each breath. Itachi dropped his arm and rose in a single fluid motion, and crossed the floor until he was directly infront of Kakashi's stationary form. He reached upward and gripped Kakashi's chin, tilting it down to make their gaze more even.

"This will hurt. I promise."

Kakashi stared into the bloodied sharingan as the red deepened to a bottomless sea. The black abysses swirled in the blood wrecking Kakashi's mind, as he felt himself falling deeper and deeper into the crimson pools, his body becoming numb as the cold prickled his skin. Before he knew it, the swirls evened out, and he found himself standing in a world covered in shades of red, stationary, before a shadowed form of Itachi holding a long, black katana.

Itachi raised the black sword, and pressed it lightly into the soft notch at the base of Kakashi's neck. He watched the defiant dark eyes, staring back into his deep blood ones daring for a fight, and behind them he could also see their deepening fear. He pressed lightly into the soft, pale red skin, as a small trickle of blood began to crawl through.

"I can see your fear Kakashi." His icy voice spoke calmly of the fact.

Itachi watched Kakashi's eyes, analyzing them for every hint of fear and pain, every emotion that the eyes revealed while his revealed none, as he continued to slowly twist the katana deeper and deeper into his throat, the crimson rivers lacing with the darkness of the blade, tracing patterns down the length of Kakashi's chest.

"You fear this pain, this mortality." The coldness of Itachi's voice danced across Kakashi's skin, prickling them with goosebumps. "I know the truth."

Kakashi wanted nothing more now than to close his eyes and break this spell, as the sharpness of the pain etched through his body. The words only made it that much more bitter.

But the words continued to flow like his blood. "All pain is an illusion."

The final words shook Kakashi, he could feel it tremble down to his core. With one shaky breath he focused all his attention to the pain, the searing white hot pain, until even the reddest part of Itachi's eyes took on a white tone. And with all of his focus, he slammed his head forward onto the black katana.

Itachi watched with interest, as the slender, pale red throat of Kakashi's slid forward across the blade, how the muscle and skin seemed to swallow the metal down to the hilt. He eyed the red streams as they danced through the low valleys of his pale nuckles, across his back hand, and down to encircle his wrist. The pure depth of the blood contrasted the lightest shade of red the tsukoyami had cast across his skin.

Kakashi's head lifted on its own accord, as he backed away from the katana, sliding it out of his neck. As the blade exitted the muscle, more blood followed pouring in a pool down the front of his body, entwining itself in the folds of his clothes down into a pool at his feet. If this were reality, he'd be dead, and he knew it.

Itachi looked over the midnight black katana, eyes tracing over the strange web formation the blood had taken on across the blade, the wetness glistening in the red moon. Black on red, red on black.

"You're right, Itachi. Not this time. You're tsukoyami is not going to fool me again." Kakashi breathed out in harsh breaths, a slight hint of exhaustion over him from using the pain to break the tsukoyami, even if it was only a partial break.

Itachi gingerly held the jet black katana out to Kakashi, ensuring he could see its entire length. Kakashi watched his every move carefully, eyeing for any false moves.

"Beautiful." Itachi's calm voice flowed out to him.

"What are you talking about." Kakashi demanded irritated.

The next words sent a cold chill throughout his body, as Itachi's icy reply greeted him, "Your blood. It is beautiful."

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Sasuke turned roughly from side to side in his sleep, a cold sweat sheening across his body glueing the clothes to his skin. His breath came out in desperate hot puffs wetting the case of the pillow.

My small bare feet carried me across the front lawn, the freshly cut grass itching my skin. Brother was watering the lawn, his usual chore. He held the end of the hose, pinching off a small portion of the nose, causing the water to fan out across the grass. Even with such a tedious, boring task, Itachi's eyes held the water in an analytical gaze, watching its every motion.

I stopped infront of Itachi, his head turned to the side away from me watching the waters path, and waited patiently for him to acknowledge me. I began to squirm with anticipation, slowly at first, then the squirms became more feverant as he continued to ignore me.

"Aniki!" I squeeled as I lightly bounced up and down.

Itachi turned slowly to face me, unphased. I brightened instantly in his gaze, even if it was a blank one. I reached my small hands up to the sky and with the widest smile and begging eyes I pleaded with him.

"Aniki! Squirt me with the hose! Please!"

Brother looked me over once, a thoughtful look in his eyes, then slowly he turned the hose on me and began drenching me in water. I squeeled with delight as I began shaking my head slinging water from my wet hair everywhere. I began squirming in the water as it soaked my clothes causing it to cling to every curve and crevice of my body. I could see my aniki through the jets of water, and I could see his deep, darkening eyes on me, watching my every move from his stationary face. His eyes were tracing over me, following my movements down to my toes then up again. His attention, all on me.

I began running from the water in small circles, rejoicing in its feel on my skin, how it traced over me so smoothly, how it cooled my hot blood from play. Itachi followed my movements religiously with the hose, keeping the water on me at all times. The pure joy filled my body, the warmth gripping my chest despite the water cool touch. I danced through the stream of water that had formed on the ground, and stopped. I turned my back to Itachi and shook out my hair again, watering splashing everywhere. I could feel the stream of water snaking around my bare feet, and squished my toes into the mud beneath it, curling them. And slowly I opened my eyes, facing the stream on the ground, and a shock of fear ripped through my body.

I stared speechless as a stream of blood curled around my bare feet staining my porcelain white skin. I tested the stream, slowly raising my toes, watching as the bloodied nubs poked through the surface. I carefully traced the stream upward with my eyes to meet my parents' corpses, their blank eyes staring hollow at me, mouths hung open in a warning scream, skin drained of their life. They were like ghosts, their skin glowing pale at me. And as the horror gripped my chest, ripping through my stomach in a torturous sickly pain, and as my heart slowly beat the color from my skin,... I wanted so desperately to tear my eyes away. And the last thing I could do was tear my eyes away.

The ice cold hands wrapped around me from behind, laying flatly against my chest. I could feel their chill seeping through my wet clothes, numbing me further, and that cold, calm perfect voice whispered into my ear, his lips on its shell forming the words carefully against my skin.

And that cold voice, so alien to my aniki, the one I remember.

"It is not perfect. It needs you."

The true horror beat into my mind at the realization of his words, at the beat grew maddening as I felt his chilling hands slip from around my neck releasing me.... and I ran.

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Kakashi watched the motionless Itachi as the blood snaked the blade, dripping downward to the ground. His emotionless face stared back, his eyes as void as death. There was no doubt in his mind that Itachi could kill him with just as much absence of emotion.

"You're tsukoyami is weakening. You barely have a hold on me now." Kakashi freely moved his right arm as proof. "See what I mean. It will only be a matter of time before the tsukoyami sharingan fully weakens and breaks, freeing me from this world."

Kakashi waited for Itachi's reply, the blood pumping through his body with anticipation, as he watched his face for any reaction, any surge that his words had an effect on his opponent, but no reaction came. Itachi merely lowered the sword to his side, pointing the blade to the ground, and stared back with the glassy, blank eyes of blood.

"You lost your advantage, Itachi. I can fight back now." Kakashi said forcefully in a strong voice, while trying desperately to read his opponent.

"Are you proud?" Came Itachi's calm reply. "You can move freely now."

Kakashi narrowed his eyes into a glare. He raised the headband revealing his red sharingan eye. So he wants to belittle me. I'll teach him to respect adults. Kakashi formed both hands carefully as he began forming a series of hand seals for a cancel jutsu. Let's see just how much his tsukoyami has weakened... It's time to break free of here. His hands paused on the final hand seal.

"Cancel!" Kakashi shouted harshly, his powerful voice echoing through the illusion.

Itachi continued to stare blankly at him in a passive manner. Kakashi looked around at the flawless red sky, the dark clouds floating across it, the orb of the blood laced moon. Not even a ripple!

Suddenly, he felt a puff of warm breath across his skin, as Itachi spoke the words into his being, as he gripped his throat.

"I still control your chakra."
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I fell to the cold ground collapsing from exhaustion. I could feel it dragging my body, sinking it against its will into the ground. I opened my tired eyes, and realized I was lying flatly on the ground, not sinking at all. I touched my muddy hand to my forehead. I must be losing my mind.

"Sasuke!"

"Naruto?"

I questioned as I looked up. Strung between two trees was Naruto, his arms and legs bound to each tree, suspended in the air like some piece of meat. I felt confused for a moment, then desperate that the closest person I have to family was a prisoner.

"Naruto, I'll save you!" I shouted as I began to run towards him.

"Save me! You put me here!" Naruto shouted angrily at me.

His words froze me in my place. I put him here? I stared at his disheveled blonde hair, his bright blue eyes as they turned to an enraged crimson red, his pearly teeth extending into fangs.

"You put me here! You gave me to Itachi! And I thought you were my brother!"

I suddenly saw a dark shadow appear behind him, a blade glinting in the light as two dark red eyes opened in the shadow. I opened my mouth to warn him, but no sound came out. It was as if my voice had vanished and I no longer had one. All I could do was watch, as the blade slide through Naruto's back and out his front side, the blood releasing from his front sending pools of red, as the pools of red in his eyes disappeared to a pale dim blue.

I stared at Naruto, fear beating through my body, as the blood slowly beat from Naruto's. I could watch it leave, with each of my beats, as I grew colder with him. 'Why?' I mouthed my voiceless accusation. He had already taken my clan, why take the closest to family I have? Is he trying to torment me?

I watched as Itachi's perfectly white hands cupped Naruto's head, raising it level to his. I stared into their lifeless eyes, Naruto's so dim, Itachi's so sharp and cold.

"Do not worry, Otouto. I won't kill you." His calm reply.

"Y-you're not." The sound of my voice shocked me.

"You are not worth killing." The ice in his voice chilled me.

And anger mixed into a deadly combination in the cold.

"And what about Naruto! He's even weaker than me!" I accused him, pointing menacingly to him.

"He's mine." His voice, so calm, so void of possession.

I could only stare back at him, hurt. My words echoed through my head, I'm yours... I thought he wanted me, why Naruto? What's so great about him? What about me?

As if reading my thoughts came his smooth reply. "You are nothing."

The jelousy shot through me, as I now eyed Naruto, a mixture of guilt and envy lacing through me- guilt at being the cause of his death, envy at him being worth killing. I watched as Itachi cradled Naruto's head close to his face, holding it even with his. Naruto's blank face matching Itachi's blank face, his eyes as void as Itachi's, blood splattered across each of their faces- the deep crimson contrasting Itachi's snow white skin matching his deadly blood red eyes, and I couldn't help but think... It is almost loving the way he holds his head.

And the jelousy wrecked me further, as I released a tormented scream.
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Itachi knelt over Kakashi's body as he lay on the floor, eyes watching carefully for the final moment. Kakashi gripped his head forcefully, jets of silver hair shooting through his fingers holding desperately on to reality. His breath came out in desperate pants, sucking in his life. And Itachi took it all in, waiting for the rest of the aftermath to flow, waiting for the perfect moment.

And then it came, as the visible dark eye glazed over. He watched as the sheen became the perfect mirror of glass mimicing death while the heart still beats and the lungs still breathe. Itachi took it all in, his cold blood eyes drinking from the moment, until the lid slid over the glass and hid it from the waking world.

A scream ripped through the house from upstairs, strangled and forced.

"Otouto, still so noisy." Itachi muttered calmly, as he stood and glided silently out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

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I sat up in bed panting desperately, the darkness of the room blinding me as I waited for my eyes to adjust. It was a nightmare, all just a nightmare. I looked over to the side of the bed where Naruto had laid to see only darkness. Fear gripped my chest as I stared at the black spot where he should be lying. I slid my hand out and gripped in the darkness to find a tuft of hair and a wam scalp.

I released a breath I had not realized I had been holding.

It was then I felt a familiar presence behind me, a cold radiating from it I had felt in my most terrifying dreams.

My mind raced, and the first it raced to was Naruto, then to Kakashi. How?

"How'd you get through Kakashi." I almost demanded.

Silence. I could feel the air get colder.

I felt his hand cup my head, as his came down and met mine, his cheek pressed against mine, sending his coldness deep into my skin. It almost felt loving, and I could only close my eyes and pretend it was as my mind wandered back to Naruto, his worth of killing and me... I'm just an inconvenience to be tossed aside, again left in my brother's shadow. Would if he does not want me? Would if he only really wants Naruto? The pain at the thought ripped through my heart.

I felt his breath chill across my skin as it seeped into me.

"You are incompetent."

I paused as I felt his grip on my head tighten, slowly becoming an unbearable squeeze.

"Itachi. Let go of me!" I lifted my arms and began to pry his hands from my face, but his grip wouldn't budge.

And his next words numbed the chill to a burning roar.

"Perhaps I should collect Naruto now."

A/N:
My reasoning behind this chapter is this: Pervy Sage is stronger than Kakashi right? And Pervy Sage is suppose to be matched evenly with Itachi right? To where they would both possibly die if they fought? So I reason Itachi is stronger than Kakashi.

And Kakashi is one of my all time favorite Naruto characters... so it really hurt making him get beat up like that. :( Poor Kakashi, but don't worry, he's just unconscious, not dead. So lady Tsunade can heal him. I actually like Kakashi more than Sasuke, and I like Sasuke a lot.