Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Dead By Eclipse ❯ Chapter 1

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

Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Naruto.

A/N: I thought over whether or not to write this sequel. I decided to go ahead with it, and I am very eager and very TERRIFIED of screwing this story up. So to let you know ahead of time, if I feel at any time I am screwing up the original story, I am going to bail this sequel so fast it will make your head spin.

The main story line is basically the same as in the original story, which is the only reason I am willing to write this sequel. It is about unattainable love. No, this is not an action story, so if you want action (other than male sex) I suggest you look elsewhere. The story is written through Sasuke's point of view.

By the way, if you did not read Dead By Dawn... this may not make much sense to you. So go read that one first, alright. This is a sequel after all.

And here it is. The sequel I thought would never come.

Warning: chapter contains references to sexual content and possible obscene language.

Dead By Eclipse

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.

How naive, how foolish, how weak. Love? Hmph. No, his blood cold eyes gripped me in my place with the darkened gaze of his possession, his desire to hold what should never be his.

But 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 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...

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

And I could feel myself slowly die under his gaze, starving for every drop of his love, as I danced like his puppet 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. Can't you see?...

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

... aniki?...


Chapter 1- Alone

I rolled over groggy as sunlight burned my eyes through my lids into a deep smoldering red. I moaned a bit as I fisted the covers up under my chin. I did not want to wake. I was having such a wonderful dream. A dream where mother was alive and father was well... where Itachi was still my aniki.

The sun burned my lids further deepening the redness beneath them. Slowly, the red hot ash molded, spun, until it formed the three blackened pits of the tsukuyomi. And there it was, Itachi's red eyes, watching me even in my sleep, burning deep into my sanity.

I shot up in bed fast, gasping for breath. I could feel my heart beat out of my chest, racing out of control, as newly formed sweat dripped off my face.

I sucked in a few calming breaths as I wiped the sweat briskly from my face. So now, even in my dreams his eyes will haunt me? Before it was nightmares of my clans murder, nightmares of what I lost. But now... It is just his eyes, in the shadows or in the light, they are always there watching me.

I rose from the bed and walked to the closet trying carefully to maintain my calm demeanor. I almost laughed at this. It is not like he is really watching me, so does it really matter? I felt a chill run up my spine. He is not watching me.

I opened the closet to find some silk kimonos hanging in its presence. I narrowed my eyes. He wouldn't. I tore through the kimonos carelessly throwing them to the floor. It's not here. I felt a hot rage begin to boil in my belly. I ran to the chester drawer and began frantically throwing the drawers out on the ground tearing through its contents in a desperate fury.

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Itachi sat at the dining table legs crossed and arms propped behind his head. He absently motioned his crossed foot in the air as if he was drawing circles with it. Kisame stood before the stove flipping eggs and bacon in the skillet, humming pleasantly at the hissing sound brought forth from the grease.

"I just love the smell of burning flesh in the morning, right Itachi." Kisame growled as he watched intently at the sizzling meat.

Itachi turned in an uninterested gaze to the back of Kisame's head. He motioned his foot in another circle as if waving off the conversation.

"So did you get word on another mission, or are we just suppose to sit around doing nothing." Kisame moreso stated than asked.

Itachi let the question hang in the air still eyeing the back of Kisame's head. To other's it would look as if he was burning holes into it, yet his body hung loosely in a disinterested manner.

"No." Itachi paused, and added as an afterthought. "Your breakfast is unhealthy."

Kisame looked over his shoulder grinning from ear to ear as he motioned to the fruit in the basket with his head. "And yours lacks substance. How are you going to train on foilage, Itachi."

Itachi's eyes darkened as he met Kisame's black eyes. Kisame stopped his motion in midflip as he felt his heart freeze in his chest. His throat tightened like a noose was dropped around it. Time appeared to stop, as the sizzling of the grease filled the room hissing in dissatisfaction. Kisame felt his muscles tighten under Itachi's bloodied gaze as he just sat there with his arms behind his head looking at him. And Kisame knew his looks could kill.

The hissing filled his ears edging off the silence in an eerie way, as if a thousand hells were screaming in his ear waiting for Kisame to join them in the tsukuyami. Kisame laughed lightly, feeling the odd presence in his throat helping to ward off the tightness.

"Do I amuse you, Kisame." Itachi stated in a deadly calm manner.

Kisame knew better than to answer. It was a death question. Yes would be a suicidal answer for obvious reasons, but to answer no would give rise to anther question- then why are you laughing.

Kisame turned his head back around, breaking the deadly gaze between their eyes. He could have sworn he felt a pain behind his black eyes from the force of the gaze. He began flipping the eggs again, but he could still feel Itachi's eyes borring through his skull.

"Where is it!" My voice broke through the tension of the room as if there was none.

"Where is what." Kisame asked the boy, relieved by the newly found distraction.

"My shirt!" I hissed, glaring at Itachi who was still staring at the back of his partner's head.

Silence filled the room yet again, as the grease hissed through it. I stared at Itachi waiting impatiently for an answer. He did not even acknowledge, not with an answer or a look. He just stared at his partner.

"How should I know." Kisame answered with a huff with his back to me.

"I wasn't asking you. I was asking him." I spat him as venemously as I could. I paused for a second, waiting for him to turn, to answer, to do anything. It was frustrating how he just sat there, as calm as ever. "Answer me!" I shouted in a rage.

"Silence." Itachi spoke in a fluid, calm manner. But his voice was oddly low, and I caught the danger in it.

I stood there, watching my brother, as it seemed nothing and everything was happening. Itachi slowly shifted, as he turned in his chair to face me bringing his arms out from behind his head. He began to finger the air off handedly with one arm, while the other hung loosely over it's side. I could see his deep, red eyes begin to contemplate... and I knew instantly no good could come of this.

"You want your shirt." Itachi stated calmly.

I sucked in hard, and slowly released it. It's no use yelling. Itachi will only torment me further. I counted back from ten as I relaxed every fiber in my body.

"You know I do." I spat. I couldn't help it. With as calm as I tried to remain, I was angry.

Itachi knows how important the shirt is to me. It bears the emblem of our clan on it. The shirt is one of the last remnants of my family.

Itachi fingered the air further, as his eyes lightened a bit. They almost seemed to laugh at me, but Itachi never laughs. So this is impossible. "How much."

"What?" I hissed.

"How much do you want it." He spoke slowly.

I could feel my hands ball into fists as every muscle in my body retightened in coiled rage. First, Itachi tricks me into betraying my village. Then, he gets me banned from my home as a criminal. And as a final kick to my ribs, he manipulates me into allowing him to keep me, like some sort of pet for him to play with.

"What do you want Itachi." I asked as menacingly as I could.

Another pause. I watched as his bloodied eyes traveled up and down my lithe form. I felt my face go red. The clothes he left for me in my room were humiliating and perverse. The kimono I now wear is silver with embroidered koi fish the deepest shade of red swimming up the right side of it along its entire lenght. The collar of it is far too wide and hangs loosely over my shoulders revealing their milk white color. The sleeves are long and wide, partially covering my hands, but the bottom of the kimono ends near the top third of my thigh revealing almost all of my pale hairless legs. The kimono is far too form fitting to be a guys kimono, as it clings to every curve of my body. I knew it was a girls kimono- all the kimonos were... and I felt every thread of rage flush my exposed skin as his eyes drank in every bit of this.

I waited for his response, as his eyes traveled back up my skin to meet my glare. His eyes slowly faded to disinterest. Then he tilted his head and waved his hand at me, as if shooing away a pesky fly.

I stared at him in disbelief. First he takes my clan's symbol from me, then he dresses me like a girl, and now this! I was beginning to seriously rethink my decision to follow him. Perhaps prison would be better.

Kisame slowly turned around, the curiosity of the silence beckoning him. He looked quickly from Itachi to me, surprise coming over his face, as a deep cuckle began in the back of his throat, followed by a fully brisk laugh that stopped as suddenly as it began.

"Very nice, Sasuke-chan. How much?" Kisame held out his hand rubbing his fingers together in the money sign.

My eyes widened in shock, followed by a deep scarlet red fanning across my face even further. I could see the amusement return to Itachi's eyes from the joke which only made it worse. I quickly turned and stormed out the room slamming the dining room door behind me. I crossed the small living room and left through the front door stopping at the edge of the wooden porch.

I stared out deep into the dense forest. There were no trails linking this small two bedroom cabin to any other form of life. This cabin was tucked deep inside the side of a mountain, literally. I was reminded daily by the smell of old and the tinkling of water in the walls. The porch stretched out meet the opening of the mouth of the cave the house sat in. Thick foilage blocked the porch from outsiders.

I sighed, as the sound of water and birds filled my ear. I sat down in front of the vines and leaves that shielded me from the world, and hugged my knees tightly. Why, I had to wonder, why would Itachi give me such freedom. I could run right now and he would never find me.

I laughed quietly to myself. Freedom. I never felt more like a prisoner in all my life. I felt a pounding headache come one as I sqeezed my eyes shut and tried desperately to clear my head. A part of me wanted to move as far away from Itachi as possible, while the other part wished he would walk through the front door and wrap his arms around me... like my aniki would...

I released the shuriken from my hand and listened eagerly as it thudded into wood. I felt excitement bubble beneath me. Aniki was actually training with me. Just like he had always promised! I waited for his response, and felt a small bit of annoyance at the quiet that greeted me. I removed the blindfold from my eyes and looked to my side where he stood.

"Aniki." I huffed, and stared in shock at his absence. Where did he go? He promised me!

I looked around desperately only to see him standing a few yards away leaning over the pond. I huffed again and ran up to where he sat.

"Aniki! You promised to help me train!" I whined as my large eight year old eyes began to tear up. "Why did you leave me!"

Itachi looked from the clear undistrubed water over to meet my eyes. He looked at my reddened face, my teary eyes, and the blindfold that sat atop my head. He laid his large hand down over my hair and slowly roughled it. I squinched my nose and tried my hardest to glare at him.

"A promise is a promise, aniki!" I pouted.

"I suppose it is." Itachi hummed.

I watched my aniki, as he slowly leaned forward until his lips dangled just inches from mine. I could feel his warm breath brush over my face gently with each exhale, as I felt my lungs suck in my breath and hold it fast. I watched aniki's eyes as they darkened considerably, staring deep into mine with intent. His hand slid to the back of my head and gripped it hard.

And I loved these moments, reserved only for me. Where all of his attention focused on me, where all of his love was for me...

"Let me make amends." I whispered into me.

"Itachi! Itachi!" Mother called out. I looked over to see her coming through the trees as I felt aniki's warmth quickly leave me. Her eyes settled on us. "There you are. Father wants you Itachi, okay sweetie."

I felt eagerness swell inside me. "And me too!" I chirped.

Mother's eyes moved to me. "Oh, just stay and work on your shuriken sweetie." Mother said in such a loving manner.

But it left me feeling cold...

I opened my eyes. It now seemed I always dreamed while awake. About the past. About what should have been. I gripped my knees tighter to my chest, clutching them like my lifeline, as if all reality depended on it.

Cause this is not a dream, and this pain I feel as my nails dig into my flesh is proof of it.

"Sasuke." A smooth velvet voice greeted me from behind.

I felt a jolt shoot through my heart, followed by a flutter in my chest. Itachi came for me...

Itachi came for me, ...not my aniki.

I gripped my knees even tighter and watched, as my thin fingers burrowed into my flesh, and small red beads formed along my nail base. It felt soothing, the dull pain that began to beat with my pulse beneath my grip... It felt alive.

"What do you want." I whispered, the malice in my voice all but gone as I watched the red form a vein down my leg as it slowly left my body.

Silence greeted as always. And I did not expect him to answer. I could wait outside here for eternity and never receive an answer.

I heard a flutter in the air and felt a gust move past my head, as my shirt landed in front of me. I stared at it for a moment in disbelief. Is he really giving it back? Slowly, I reached my hand out to grasp the shirt and lifted it. It's existence stood there before me, with it's blue short sleeves and high collar neck. I turned it around eager to see the clan's insignia on the back... and I stared, watching fate laugh at me once again.

In place of the insignia was nothing. A hole, where Itachi had ripped it out. I watched the shirt shake in front of me, and slowly realized it was me in fact who was shaking.

"Why? Why did you take it from me?" I wanted to scream it, to fill the words with hatred and every shred of torment that Itachi had filled me with. But the truth is, the words were weak and shaky as I am, and the weakness of it all disgusted me.

"Because you are mine."

I jumped at the closeness of his voice, as his warm breath graced across my neck. I turned quickly to face him, and I met his eyes which hung directly in front of my face. His crimson eyes, dripping with every drop of my clan's blood, hanging before me like two perfect red moons. I could feel his every exhale blowing his heat across my face, as my cheeks slowly reddened from the heat... but not out of love or of lust, but pure undeniable rage. I could still feel myself tremble from it, as every muscle sqeezed onto the rage and released it, and then sqeezed it tight again.

"I do not belong to you, Itachi. Unlike you, I am still a Uchiha." I said slowly, trying desperately to keep it from shaking, to fill it with every ounce of my strength.

He stared deep into my eyes, burrying them deep into my mind where they would arise again at night and invade my dreams. I felt a pain shoot through my jaw, and slowly realized he was gripping my chin bruising my milk white skin. I felt my heart begin to beat out of my chest, as a pulse began to thread rapidly beneath his grip where there should not even be one. But it was now beating throughout my skin, threatening to rip out of my body. Because by the time this is over, he will know he does not own me.

"What Uchiha." He breathed like silk over my skin, flushing it further.

I swung my fist up eager to bury it into that calm face of his. That face that never falters or changes, that shows no weakness or love or anything human. His hand grasped my fist easily, and squeezed it hard. I felt my bones bend beneath his grasp, threatening to break, as he pushed me quickly with my chin onto my back, sliding over me in a fluid motion.

And yet his face did not change. There was no hint of anger or rage on his face, just the same steady blood red eyes that beat with every stolen soul of my clan. I began to swing my other fist at him, but quickly realized his elbow rested on that arm effectively immobilizing it.

And then I froze, realizing I was once again trapped beneath him. I felt my breath quicken as the excitement of the unknown began to beat through my body, electrifying every fiber with the new adrenaline.

Itachi released my chin, then fingered a line along the side of my jaw, tracing it with his silky smooth skin.

"Give me back my clan's crest." I demanded, and for once I was satisfied with the force of the words.

Itachi continued to slowly trace a thin line down my neck, as he began to ghost the soft nape of it at the base. I felt a chill slide up my spine, as his fingers danced ice over my vulnerable shoulders. The cold hands slid around to my back, as they massaged a numbing chill into the small of my back, pulling our pelvises up to greet one another. I felt his hardness dig into my groin, and was shocked to feel mine dig back into him.

My face blushed a deep red as the pleasure shot through me from the contact. I tried my hardest to supress a hiss, but Itachi's sharp ears must have caught it for a look of satisfaction shown though them. He lowered his head until his lip rested on mine, and I felt as his icy kiss brushed over my heated lips slowly forming the words...

"Mine."

And his blood eyes burned like the moon deep into mine, as I followed his lips every move with mine feeling the pleasure of his attention sicken me. The darkened eyes of possession holding me. These arms that once symbolized security gripping me like a prison. I squeezed my eyes shut to block out his, as I felt the need burn forward, and I wanted it...

I wanted every ounce of his love. To pretend those darkened eyes held love.

I began to kiss back with a fever, pressing deeply into his kiss feeling every inch of those lips slide over mine as his tongue invaded my mouth. Yes, I had his attention now. It was all mine. I arched myself into him expecting to get a pleasurable grunt, but none was given. I hardened my kiss as I began to rock my hips into his, enjoying the pleasurable jolt that shot up my spine settling a new warmth into my stomach. A new taste began to mix with Itachi's in my mouth, as bitter salt began to tinge the edges of what was Itachi...

And just as quickly as Itachi gave it, I felt his body leave mine as the cool air greeted the absence.

I opened my eyes expecting to see flushed pale skin, misty eyes, and a parted mouth... but Itachi's face was as calm as ever. His skin was the same ghostly white, and eyes the same cold blood. I felt a sense of shame enter me, as I felt foolish again. Itachi's fingers danced over my face gently brushing it. The same fingers dangled infront of my eyes, glistening with tears.

"Feeling nostalgic, Otouto."

I glared at him and attempted to swat his arm away, but in one quick motion he brought it out of my reach. He brought it to his mouth and past his dark red lips as he drank my tears, slowly taking them in as he ran his tongue over his fingers. Itachi stood as if nothing had happened, as if there was no moment between us, and moved towards the door calmly.

I sat as I watched in disbelief. Does this even mean anything to him? Does he not feel anything? I swallowed deeply into the pit of my stomach as my eyes ghosted to the ground staring at his retreating shadow. I hated when he toyed with my emotions. And I hated it even more when he made me feel.

And I wanted so desperately to make him feel.

"Itachi."

I heard his footsteps stop before the door, it partially opened and greeting him. I looked up to see his head partially turned, eyeing me over his shoulders.

"Why do you want me here."

And I sat here, the filth that I had become, scurrying for the love from my clan's end.

"I tire repeating myself Otouto."

Itachi turned his head towards the door as he began to move through it.

"You are mine now."

But you are not mine, Itachi... You never will be. For you are unattainable, something I can never have. And your love, it poisons me. It fills my veins with venom every time we touch.

How foolish of me again, speaking of him like he gives me love. So what is it that poisons me then? Is it his skin? Is mere existence that fills me with a desire I should not have? Or is it his eyes? I thought of those deadly eyes. Yes it must be his eyes.

So then what of it. What of this venom that leaves me sitting hear feeling filthy and old. What can I do with this new sickness that poisons my mind and turns my family in their graves. I thought of mother and father watching from heaven, watching me slide beneath my brother, and I heaved leaning over the wooden floor gripping it desperately for a new reality, as I dug my nails into its hard form.

And I watched a darkened spot hit the wood and sink into it, as another followed. Am I really still crying. Am I really that weak?

I stared at the floor, my mind spinning with questions which Itachi seemed not to care to answer. And one word screamed through my mind...

Alone...

A/N: I am not sure if this chapter is any good, but I am going somewheres with this story. I'm just not sure where yet. Let me know if it is any good though. Please review!!