Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Dead By Dawn ❯ Slow Motion Suicide ( Chapter 6 )

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

Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Naruto.

A/N: Thankyou to all who read this story and reviewed, much love to you. Here is the ending, the very last chapter, hope you all enjoy. Oh, and I decided to change the ending from the one I originally had planned, so I hope you like it, and you guys won't hate me near as much cause the new ending is less evil.
Warning: blood and gore, violence, uchiha-cest... chapter contains actual sex in it.

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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."

Ch 6- Slow Motion Suicide

The numbing pain was intolerable. I felt the pressure of his hands squeezing from outside, threatening to collapse me inward. And the pressure of the my thoughts buzzing, threatening to explode me outward. I stared into his eyes, my despise screaming my rage into his.

"What do you want! Is it Naruto! Then take him!" I screamed.

The squeezing stopped, as his hands remained motionless cupping my head. He spun me around quickly to face him, regripping my face holding me still. His red eyes darkened several folds as he held me, a contemplating motion swaying the blood of his eyes. His thumbs began drawing circles on my cheeks, the cold bitterness of his skin scratching across mine like frostbite. And I felt my blood chill.

"Foolish otouto." His smooth voice breaking the silence.

Then his lips pressed into mine claiming them. He slowly slid the velvet softness of his mouth across mine, as I stared into the bloodied ice of his eyes, still and emotionless. It was unbearable, and I squeezed my eyes shut. And suddenly I was the child on the counter, as Itachi sucked the blood from my mouth, basking in his attention.

I kissed back feverishly, sucking the attention from his mouth greedily, feeling his juices seep into mine. When suddenly Itachi broke it, pulling back. I opened my eyes, to see his calm unmoved ones staring back into my dark lustfull eyes. He held me in his eyes with disregard, a sense of satisfaction in his gaze telling me he just won.

I felt his thumb draw across my lips wiping away the saliva, his cold skin deeping into my heat slowly claiming it. And the pain seized my heart with the knowledge... he did not feel anything. The still of his eyes will be my madness.

"You are mine as well." Itachi's calm voice reminded me of that fact.

"Quit toying with me." I spat bitterly.

His hand dropped to my chest and pushed me to my back as he began to climb on top of me. I brought up my arms and pushed against his chest, keeping him at a distance from me, as my heart sped beneath his hand beating out against it.

"I said I had enough! I'm sick of this! You've always done this since I was five! I'm not going to take it anymore!" I screamed at him, no longer caring who heard me.

Itachi cocked his head to the side lightly, analyzing me as if I was a type of nuissance, some kind of pet that needed disciplining. He reached his hands upward a bit and grabbed the neck of my shirt, then with a flick of his wrist ripped it open down the center. My breath caught in my throat, as the chilled air greeted my newly exposed skin. I could feel the goosebumps quickly form, as Itachi's icy hands brushed lightly over my chest, hastening their arrival.

"So is that it? You're going to rape me?" I questioned, fear shaking my voice.

Itachi's hands ghosted my chest up to my face, cupping it in that same manner as before. I stared back into his eyes, the excitement burning my skin beneath his icy flesh, eager for his next touch. Itachi's face was still ever so calm, motionless. I wanted to be the one to cause a flash of emotion, a spark of warmth... like when I was young.

"You are enjoying this." Itachi stated calmly.

My heart sped with the knowledge... he was right. A tiny pang in the back of my mind reminded me, this is your brother, and the sickness returned churning my stomach. I am enjoying this, enjoying the touch of my brother. The guilt began nagging at my insides, chewing away, devouring me. And yet, it still felt so good.

"You like your aniki's attention." Itachi breathed across my face inches away, the ice of his breath crawling across my skin.

And it was the coldest form of the truth. I had always begged for his attention, and here it is. Being alone, for so long left behind, and now here it is for my taking. Instinctively, my hands moved from his chest to the cloth on his shoulders as I began tugging him downwards towards my body. I leaned upward, dangling my lips near his begging him to claim them.

Itachi's silky voice entered the air, soaking through into my lips as the coldness of his skin brushed against my lips as he spoke.

"Keep giving me those eyes, otouto, and-"

"Mnnhn, huh." Naruto's voice broke through the silence as he shifted in the bed rolling over.

I blinked, surprised, and in that single blink Itachi had vanished. Strangely, my skin felt warmer in the absence of his presence. I sat up, searching the room for him, but he was nowheres to be found. I could feel Naruto's curious eyes on my back, and my face quickly flushed with embarrassment. How could I let Itachi do that to me? What the hell is wrong with me? Am I really that starved for attention? I felt my stomach churn and I dry heaved once, leaning over gripping my stomach, as the void sickness clenched my muscles.

"Nnn, Sasuke you okay?" Naruto asked followed by a yawn.

No, I'm not okay! I was just enjoying kissing my brother, how can I be okay! ".... I'm fine...." I muttered.

I slid the tattered shirt from my body and threw it carelessly to the floor, letting the full chill of the night air on my skin. I stood silently and began to walk towards the door.

"Hey, where are you going? And what happened to your shirt?"

"...." I paused for a moment in the doorway. I really didn't feel like talking to the dobe. Afterall, he was the center of my problems, the real reason Itachi was here. I felt a sharp jolt of jealousy at that thought. "For a walk."

As I exited the door I could hear Naruto yell, "Hey, I'm coming too!"
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I sat on Itachi's lap flipping through the television with the remote. I paused for a moment on a cartoon, squirming with delight at the bright colors, before changing the channel. Itachi was motionless, silent, as usual. He just sat there, fingering the air in an offhanded, calm manner with his index and thumb rubbing together. Unlike most people, I knew it meant Itachi was thinking.

"What are you thinking about?" I asked innocently, as I bent my head backwards to look into his passive dark eyes.

Itachi looked to me in an apathetic manner, his face a blank slate. He ignored me, as he looked back to the tv and began fingering the air again. I pouted to him, jutting out my bottom lip, as I turned a full 360 to face him again. I squirmed a bit more as I weaved my fingers into his hair, his silky smooth black hair entwining in my small hands. And then I tugged hard on it.

"Aniki! Look at me!" I demanded with large glistening eyes begging him.

And then Itachi looked at me calmly, unphased by his hair being pulled. And I was the center of his attention again, and it was just Itachi and me. There was no TV, there was no Shisui, and there was no training. Just Itachi and me, and Itachi was all mine, the way it should be.

I smiled brightly, my eyes glistening adoringly at him soaking up all of his attention, as I squirmed lightly in his lap gently giving his hair one last tug to get the point across that I won.

"Keep giving me those eyes, otouto, and..." Itachi said in a calm, dark voice, a hint of danger lacing to his words.

"And what?" I questioned innocently, eyes growing a bit bigger.

Itachi leaned forward, pressing his lips against the shell of my ear, as his breath tickled me sending a shiver down my spine, causing me to giggle uncontrollably.

"I'll get you."
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I pressed my back firmly against the large tree watching as the jonin dashed by the checkpoint on the wall looking for intruders or anything suspicious, then quickly darted away. I waited for the next jonin to cross this checkpoint, and then it would be my move.

"Hey, Sasuke, why are we sneaking around." Naruto whispered. His voice was worried, I could hear it.

"Well, you don't want to spend the night at anyone else's house do you. I'm just going somewheres I can walk in peace." It was a lie. But at least this time I knew to be careful, so as not to get caught.

"Oh... hey don't you think it's a bit strange Kakashi didn't catch us sneaking out."

Silence.

"Naruto... you don't have to come with me." My voice shook.

It was chilling how I could lose a brother to gain a new one, and sacrifice a brother to regain a lost one. My heart stilled with that thought. I'm doing it for my family, remember that. I commanded myself. But what about Naruto... I could feel my heart dizzying me with each beat. And I silently willed him to stay, and I silently willed him to follow.

"I'm here for you Sasuke, I don't mind helping you sneak out." I could hear the goofy smile in his voice. And it ached my heart.

I watched as the next two jonins crossed the check point, and I dashed quickly from behind the tree scaling up the wall and down the outside of it as my shadow disappeared into the trees. I heard Naruto's single footsteps behind me, as the point when the adrenaline should be pumping out of my blood passed, and the adrenaline continued to increase in my blood as the two of us raced through the forest far from Konoha.

We arrived at the trail and stopped running as we slowed our pace to a walk catching our breath. I could see the light from the sun begin to paint the sky, but the sun still remained hidden.

"Wow, so this is where you come to walk at night? Nice." Naruto commented almost too loudly, as he crossed his arms behind his head looking around.

It's dawn. I looked to Naruto. What's wrong with him? Can't he see the clues? Is he that blind? I felt my heart clench. No... he just trusts me completely, unquestioningly, like I did Itachi... And the guilt began to swallow my heart.

"What's wrong Sasuke?" Naruto watched me curiously.

Is it really worth it just to have them all back? I could feel it deep down, and I knew Kakashi was right. I was doing this for myself, not them. And I wanted his attention. I wanted what Naruto has from him. And this knowledge, as I swallowed it down with the lump in my throat, soured my stomach.

"Hello! Sasuke, you awake!" Naruto waved in front of my face.

He was standing in front of me now, preventing me from moving forward. I looked up to him with years of bitterness in my eyes, years of envy towards Shisui now all focused on him. And I did not deserve this trust he so willingly threw on me, just like Itachi never deserved mine, except I know this and he doesn't, and it ages me while he remains young.

And he stands before me, with those bright blue youthful eyes, demanding an answer, one I can never give him, because I stand here begging for one as well, and it is a question to which I have no answer. The simple all encompassing why? Could it really be all for attention? No... I knew with as much as I begged for the attention, the answer was no. It was not the sole purpose of this.

But whatever it was... the one by my side today while I traveled this worn path which I stumbled down in the darkness so many times was Naruto, not Itachi. Naruto was the one by my side...

And the guilt drowned me further.

"It's not enough anymore." I muttered bitterly, as I squeezed my eyes shut. I could feel it slowly killing me. "Take him."

"What are you talking about." Naruto asked bewildered.

I heard his breath stall infront of me. I could feel the familiar presence seeping through the trees. I opened my eyes slowly to face him, a large shark like man with a toothy grin standing behind Naruto with his sword free and a look of pain etched across Naruto's face.

"I can't believe your little brother really brought the kyuubi." Kisame growled through his razor like teeth. "I suppose it runs in the family."

Naruto stared at me, a look of bewilderment on his face, and then the realization of his words hit Naruto, and the bewilderment twisted into a look of pain I had never witnessed before... at least not outside of my face. Kisame gave another blow to Naruto's neck, deepening the red line there, and I watched as Naruto's eyes dimmed and he fell loosely to the ground unconscious.

I swallowed hard, the lump of fear sliding down my throat, as I started forward, only to be stopped by a pair of arms wrapping around my chest holding me firmly in place.

"Take the kyuubi." The calm cold voice ordered from behind me.

Kisame chuckled darkly. His dark eyes locked with mine. "I charge a fee for the show, kid."

"Not here." Itachi's voice seemed to darken instantly. The silence created by the ice of his voice seemed to ice the forest, creating a tension that could choke the breath from your life by his mere presence. I could feel my breath become forced against the pressure.

I saw Kisame freeze, a flash of fear through his dark eyes, as he scooped up Naruto and tossed him carelessly over his shoulders. He straightened himself harshly, as if working out the stiff muscles caused by Itachi's cold gaze. "Right." He chuckled lightly, breaking the tension. And instantly, my breaths came easier.

Kisame prepared to leap into the trees, but paused, as he looked over his shoulder to me. "If you're smart, you won't fight back." He spoke through a toothy grin. And then he vanished in a flash.

The pressure throbbed inside my head. I stared where Kisame had been moments before, where Naruto had been. It was surreal, like a dream. Perhaps this was a dream, and I will soon wake up next to the blonde haired boy. I felt Itachi turn me around to face him, and I suddenly felt smaller in his hands, more vulnerable.

"What's going to happen to him?" I asked, my voice shaking. Did I really do that? Did I really sacrifice Naruto?

Itachi said nothing, as he gently stroked the smooth skin of my chest. His hands seemed to glide over it like ice. He was not looking me in the eyes, for the first time in years it was not my eyes he was locked with in a cold gaze, but my skin. I felt my heart quicken as he eyed me, chilling me in with his look.

"He's dead." His smooth, calm voice.

It hit me like a wall, and a light headed feeling washed through my body. This is quickly becoming a dream, nothing is real. "And my family? You said you'd bring them back."

"I lied." His iced words numbed me, as the shock flowed through me. "There is no resurrection jutsu." I felt my blood slowly boil from his calm words, spoken as if it is so meaningless, as he slowly stroked my skin beneath his gaze drawing the patterns as he pleases across my chest. "I wanted the kyuubi."

I knocked his hand from my chest, hard, hoping I would bruise him the way he hurts me. I glared at him trying my hardest to burn my hate through his skin. I should have known, this has nothing to do with me. He does not even want me. He only wanted the kyuubi. I could feel the pain burning through me at the thought of being weak and foolish infront of Itachi again, at the thought of being nothing to Itachi again, and at the thought of losing everything again.

"Give me back Naruto." I demanded in a strong voice, my body trembling.

Itachi watched me, eyes cold and still, eyeing me in an amused manner. "You wanted the Mangekyou sharingan." My blood began to still with his words, as they echoed like cold wind through the forest. "You killed him. It's yours."

My head slowly fell sending my gaze down to the forest floor as the unwanted realization slowly began to sink in. Naruto is gone, and I can never have him back. I betrayed him, just like Itachi betrayed Shisui. I could feel Itachi's powerful gaze on me, carefully turning me over, watching for the cracks, taking in every length and crevice as I slowly break before him.

I felt his hands on me again, tracing the curves up to the side of my face where he gripped my jaw harshly jerking my head upwards. I grabbed his wrist venemously, and gave him my most deadly gaze. I watched his red eyes on me, as the blood in them darkened tremendously to... warmth? I stared into them wantingly, begging for the flash to not fade.

"You betrayed Konoha. You have no one now. You are mine." His calm voice was dark again, laced with danger.

I could feel the feeling filth wash over my body with his hand tracing over my smooth chest, and feel unclean grip me through him at my jaw, at the knowledge that I am the same as him now: a betrayer. I betrayed Konoha like him, my best friend like him, and my family like him... because I couldn't save them.

The dark warmth flooding through his bloodied eyes as they flooded over my skin taking in everything. I felt a chill on my lower extremeties as I realized he had already undressed me in my numb daze. I could only stand there, numb and dizzy from the flood of knowledge.

Slowly, he began to push me to the forest floor, crawling slowly over my body. I felt the soft dirt press into my skin as I became chilled further by his close presence, his breath chilling across my stomach as he drew out his tongue and traced it up my abdomen. My muscles contracted involuntarily at the feel, and goose bumps followed in the wake of his saliva. He trailed his tongue over to a nipple, and began toying with the nub, nipping it. I hissed, drawing a the air sharply at the sensation. I felt a tingling in my chest at the excitement, the surge of pleasure from the attention. He gripped my sides harshly bruising the flesh, as he brough his attention further up to my neck, and bit down hard marking me.

I whimpered involuntarily, the daze becoming more cloudy, the denial that the is my reality now. As his cold breath washed over my skin from his mouth clamped down on me, slowly digging his teeth in further, I couldn't help but feel sickened. Because I am pleasuring myself through my brother, a murder, the one I hate the most. That's right, I hate him. I could feel him sucking the blood from my skin now, trailing his tongue around the mark cleaning me of every blood drop.

"You taste delicious." Itachi breathed into my skin, and I noted how calm, emotionless his voice is.

And I hate him for this. I hate him for touching me, for defiling my body with his skin. I hate him because we are brothers, and brothers should not do this. I hate him for killing our clan and then leaving me all alone, with no one to love or care for me. I hate him for stealing our parents and clan's attention, love and affection long before I was ever alone... I hate him because he manipulated me, he convinced me to betray Konoha and Naruto by lying to me, making an offer I could not refuse. And I hate him because despite my denial, despite my claims, I did not even betray Konoha for my clan... deep down I know... I betrayed them for...

I cupped his head and brought his face up to meet my eyes. I stared into the blood of his eyes, the calm, still, never changing pool of blood formed from years of slaughter. I looked deep into them begging, needing, as he just stared back knowingly in his cold manner.

"I know what you want, otouto." He breathed, his ice flowing across my face.

I stared back at him for those words, wanting that warm look in his eyes. I could feel myself dying each moment without it. "But do you want me?" It came out as a needy whine, despite my distaste for it.

His eyes darkened instantly. I took it in, the depth of the warmth in his eyes... it had to be warmth, it couldn't be anything else. Like when we were young, that flash of warmth that would shoot through his eyes just for me.

"You are already mine." It came out like a command, possessive and daring me to argue.

I couldn't help but moan as I gripped his head hard and desperately pulled him down towards me into a kiss. I slide my lips over his soft, smooth ones. I felt him bite my bottom lip, bruising it, as he carefully split the skin with his teeth, and then he began to greedily suck the coppery blood from it. I could taste the copper in my mouth now.

He pushed down hard on my chest, sliding my legs open with his and kneeling on my thighs, as he skillfully unclasped the cloak and lifted his shirt up over his head in one brisk motion, disposing the articles on the ground. His body was perfect, muscles chisled like a craftsman made them. I reached up and slid my hand over his smooth milk white chest, his skin was like cream.

Itachi grabbed my wrists forcefully jerking them above my head pinning me. I felt the jeans slide down his legs past my thighs. I squirmed in his grasp wanting to touch his skin, as Itachi held me coldly in his gaze, his eyes analyzing my every squirm and moan.

"Itachi, let go of me." I moaned.

His calm gaze held me in disregard, like I was some puppet, while his eyes darkened with that familiar warmth he reserved just for me. I felt my heart race beneath that warmth, as his attention took the form of his hands carefully massaging the inside of my thigh. And his attention was all mine now. Right now, it was not Naruto he wanted or Shisui, it was me. And I was indulging myself in every minute of it.

"Beg to touch me." Itachi breathed.

"What!" I gasped, my face turning a deep shade of red. Leave it to Itachi to know exactly what I want.

Itachi sat hunched above me, legs pinning mine spread open, as his ice cold hands began to ghost over my thighs, gently brushing over my painful erection. I let out a deep moan, as my chest arched and my hips bucked desperately trying to touch his hand again. He stared at me calmly, face expressionless except for his darkened cold blood eyes staring lustfully at my skin. His other hand began to draw trails around my nipple, as he leaned forward and began biting my chest drawing his teeth sharply against the skin. I hissed as he left another red whelp on me, raking my flesh with his teeth.

"I want you to bleed." Itachi spoke calmly into my flesh.

I let out another deep moan as I arched into his teeth, those wicked teeth that were now nibbling my nub. How could Itachi stay so calm doing this? His other hand ghosted over my throbbing manhood, and I let out a strangled cry, bucking uncontrollably as I jerked my hands trying once again to free them. He held them easily in place.

"Aniki! Please!" I whined, choking.

"Please?..." Itachi demanded in his silky, smooth voice.

"I need to touch you!" I begged shamelessly, my face darkening with a blush.

Itachi continued keeping me pinned, as he slid his mouth over my velvet skin. He suckled my skin, my flesh burning beneath his cold lips leaving trails of chilling ice. He slowly, in a teasing manner began lining my belly button with his tongue, his saliva evaporating chilling my skin further beneath his touch. His other hand began massaging my cock now, kneading it with his fingers at a maddening slow pace. I attempted to buck my hips again to speed it, but his legs had slid further up pinning my hips in pace.

I could feel myself burning with a fever now, his skin like ice on mine as it cooled my flesh only so I can burn further beneath him. I felt his thumb slide down the bottom of my shaft up to the tip to circle around the head, then his fingers drew down to the hilt roughly. I let out a strangled moan tossing my head back, parting my lips while sucking in the cool morning air.

"Aniki, please! Please let me touch you! I need it!" I whined.

"Say how you'll touch me." Itachi commanded in a calm voice.

I lifted my head to look down at my older brother. He gently tilted his head up... and I felt my heart sink. His face was still expressionless, not even the slightest bit affected by it. But his eyes... His blood red eyes held me powerfully in my place, gripping me with a possession unwavered. I let out a light moan at that look. Because he wanted me, I was wanted by him.

"I want to claw your back." I breathed heatedly.

He tilted his head thoughtfully at this. "More."

He raised himself over me and thrusted his hips forcefully into my groin area, rubbing his hard erection roughly against mine. I moaned at the welcomed contact and began rocking my hips against his enjoying the feel. He fluttered his iced fingers across my skin leaving a flow of chilling tingles over my surface. I moaned as a pressure began to build in my pelvic area, a maddening pressure that burned beneath, needing the contact to be harsher deeper.

"I want to taste your skin." I moaned.

His nails dug into my collar and harshly drew down my front, leaving red marks in their wake. His cold blood eyes took in the welps, watching intensly as they formed. His iced eyes stared with intent, as I arched into the contact. He turned his hands over and dug his nails in deeper, dragging them back up to my collar as tiny red droplets fell over onto my milk white skin, contrasting the whiteness deeply. I drew in a deep breath, and arched even hire into his nails forcing the pressure into me more. The pain mixed into a blur with the pleasure in my pelvis, and I let out a hiss.

"I want you inside me."

And with that I felt a shooting pain as Itachi drew himself away from me and forced himself inside, the friction from his rod against my dry entrance. I let out a strangled cry as I arched and tried to scoot away from it. He held me in his cold, darkened red eyes as he pulled out again and thrusted back in, tearing me in two.

"Aniki, stop, it hurts!" I yelled.

Itachi ignored me as he continued to pump himself inside me, face emotionless and eyes cold. He brought his face down and crashed his lips into mine, moving his soft velvet skin over my mouth skillfully. I felt the blood spill down my thighs, tracing over my skin a burning warm as he pushed himself deeper and deeper into me, until.

"Aaah!" I screamed into his mouth, followed by a deep gutteral moan.

He pulled out and crashed into that sweet pleasurable spot again, sending a jolt of white hot ecstasy throughout me. I desperately rocked my hips into him, but his hand gripped my hip and held me roughly in place, as he aimed for the spot again. Another hot lightning of pleasure. I moaned into his mouth as I greedily sucked his attention from his lips rubbing my tongue harshly against his.

"Aniki, more." I begged into his mouth.

My erection burned from each light contact with his abdomen, as each thrust teased his skin against mine. I felt the hot white pleasure slowly build closer and closer with each thrust, as it ripped throughout my body bringing me to a new high. I arched my back painfully into him, trying to get more contact with his abdomen against my cock. The white heat began to burn me, as the pleasure surged throughout me. Itachi pulled out and thrusted in with a new depth harshly into my sweet spot, and the pleasure spilled over as my muscles contracted greedily on him, causing him to spill himself into me.

"Itachi!" I cried in a strangled scream, as I collapsed on the ground sweating.

I laid there panting, the light slowly fading from my body. I felt Itachi pull out and kneel over me. I looked up lustfully to his face, expecting to see some form of emotion, but his face was blank. I watched him as he stood and began dressing in silence, I did the same. The morning air chilled my skin, and I grabbed Itachi's cloak and wrapped it over my bare chest as I stood.

I heard footsteps behind me and turned to see Kisame. His sharp shark-like eyes went from the pool of blood on the ground, to the blood dripping down my legs, then to my deep red flushed face. I saw a toothy grin form as he began chuckling deeply.

"The blonde boy didn't die after I extracted the kyuubi. His wounds healed itself, probably some left over ability from the kyuubi. I chunked him over the Konoha walls unconscious." Kisame said carelessly waving it off as not is problem.

Naruto's not dead? I felt a wave of relief wash over me as a small portion of the guilt lifted. A small smile crept over my face.

"What are you so happy about? You should be preparing for the anbu, boy. When Konoha finds out from him, you're dead." Kisame chuckled at that, but froze noticing Itachi's sharp gaze, I could see a small bead of sweat trickle down his face as he became transfixed on Itachi's every move.

I could feel my heart sink again, because he was right. I had nowheres to go now. I was a rogue ninja.

"Come, Kisame." Came Itachi's smooth voice.

Kisame nodded as he turned and vanished in a flash. I watched as Itachi began to slowly, gracefully move past me. I grabbed his arm from beneath his cloak that I still wore. He turned his head lightly, and looked at me with the same disregard, like a childish nuissance. I watched his emotionless face closely, those still, cold eyes that held me in its owners harsh gaze, and then a flash of warmth shot through them, and quickly faded.

I stared up at Itachi with the same adoration I held him in as a kid. "I love you, aniki." I said timidly, almost fearing his reaction.

He merely looked at me for a moment with his blood iced eyes, a sense of satisfaction playing out across them in the blood pools.

"Foolish otouto." Was his cold reply. "I am not yours."

A look of shock washed over my face, followed by a sharp pain shooting through my heart which soon consumed it. I felt like a fool again, a fool for believing Itachi could ever love me. I felt his fingers harshly grip my chin bruising it as I was jerked up to meet his cold gaze again. And then there it was, a darkening flash through his crimson eyes, the flash that I always mistook for warmth, but I can see now that it is not. It is a flash of anything but warmth or love or affection. And then it was gone, to be replaced by the still blood that I have come to known.

"Father never wanted you." Itachi spoke calmly. "But I do."

He released my chin and motioned me forward as he began to walk from the direction of Konoha. I could not help my feet as they followed him, where else would I go. Because Itachi always wins, and Itachi will always be my center to which the pendulum of my time returns, and all which spirals out from me will always end at Itachi.

Perhaps, even physical love that is so cold is desirable when placed next to alone. For watching his retreating form, knowing once again I would be left with no one, I followed him. And when placed between feeling loved and loyalty to friends, I betrayed Naruto. Because even lies are sweet when whispered like a lover, and affection is affection and attention is attention, and when you close your eyes in the dark, all sanity is lost when the one you love is lying next to you. And if it had meant blindness to look at aniki's beauty, I would have looked.

And because I love him. With all of my hate for him, I love him. I betrayed Konoha for his love, for the never ending desire to feel his affection, to have and hold his love, and for just a moment be the center of his attention and quench this jelousy.

And to love Itachi is the slowest form of suicide...

I squeeled in delight as I danced in the stream of water which glittered beneath the warm rays of the sun, the light sending colorful arrays of prisms through the air, glistening my hair and skin further. Itachi continued to squirt me with the hose at my request, watching as the water snaked my skin covering every crevice he so desired to claim, slickening my skin with his perversions and lust hidden deep beneath the calm emotionless face of my older brother.

And at the time I could not have known . And I spun around in the glistening water, looking through the sprays of water holding all the lighted prisms of youth, to my beloved aniki, who so calmly evens the water in my direction, a void face to the outside empty of all intentions and emotions, but for me his eyes are darkened now... with what I naively called warmth, love in my innocence. But no, his black cold eyes gripped me in my place with the darkened gaze of his possession, his desire to hold what should never be his.

And I was aniki's one joy in life, because how he enjoyed ravishing my mouth, touching my smooth, milky skin, and possessing my youth over and over as he satiated his every desire in me.

I stared through the water, eyes large and glistening with youth, begging for the return of his lvoe. My eyes took Itachi's still, unchanging form and placed it up on a plateau above all others. An adoration which cannot be shaken or altered, one that can only come from a child, but once unrequitted, burrows a hunger that can never be satiated except from the one.

And to Itachi I gave all my love, and to myself all my hate. Hatred for not being worthy of my clans love, for my fathers approval. And all my love to Itachi, who was the only one to give the attention, the attention which made me want only more. And there is no other whose love I have desired like Itachi's.

But Itachi's love is unattainable...

With glowing eyes holding Itachi in a place no one can reach, radiating with adoration, demand for his attention- what no other should have-, and a hunger that can only be calmed by three simple words, I called to him.

"I love you, aniki!"

And eagerly I waited, craving with expectance to hear it back, those words that I have not heard in so long from anybody, but was greeted by the familiar, oh so calm silky words...

"I know you do, otouto."

And I could feel myself slowly die under his gaze, starving for every drop of his love, as I danced in the water to please him, begging for his attention to be enough, wanting just a little bit more, please,... aniki, I need your love, end this slow suicide.


What a scourge is laid upon your hate,
That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love...

... aniki?...

A/N: Yeah, Naruto is not dead. This is the last chapter though, The End.

Itachi did not return Sasuke's love. He just wanted Sasuke to be his, so he could possess him, and possession is not the same thing as love. But Sasuke loved Itachi very much, and all he ever wanted was his love, which is what eventually became the driving force for him betraying Konoha though he didn't realize it til the last minute.

The original ending for the story was this: The same thing plus Itachi just leaving Sasuke in the forest all cold and alone, and Naruto dying instead of healing. But as I said, I changed my mind. So you guys may still hate me for the ending... but not as much as you would have originally.

I figured since Gaara retained the ability to use sand jutsu after the demon was removed, why can't Naruto retain his healing abilities after his demon is removed? So I made him live. And I felt bad for Sasuke, so I didn't leave him alone in the end.

But I hope you guys liked the story and the ending, cause I did, and I think it's something a little different in the uchiacest world.. hopefully... And yes, I'm aware the story ended very sad, but Itachi and Sasuke did end up together... sort of... in a one sided manner. And now I would like to take the moment to point out that this fic is not listed as a romance fic, it's a tragedy fic, cause it is not romantic at all.

This is the quote that kept popping in my head throughout the fic while writing it, cause the fic reminded me of this quote....


Where be these enemies? Capulet! Montague!See, what a scourge is laid upon your hate,That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love.From Romeo and Juliet by Shakespiere.