Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Dead By Eclipse ❯ Chapter 2

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

Disclaimer: nope, don't own naruto... damn it *pout*

A/N: Breathes sigh of relief... that's good. I was worried I had screwed up that first chapter. Okay, I think I decided on a story line. And I'm beginning to get the feeling this story is gonna be longer than I expected. I was thinking six chapters like Dead By Dawn, but I just don't think I'll be able to fit it all in there. lol.

And a thankyou to those who reviewed the first chapter. I know this is starting off kind of gentle and lightly humorous... but I don't write comedy. So I must warn you this is my last even slightly funny chapter. This rest is pure angst and hopefully suspense cause that is what I am going for.

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I drove my bruised hand into the tree stump hard. I could hear Itachi and Kisame training in the distance. Itachi... I drove the next punch in even harder. I watched fixated on how the white flesh bruised to a deep blackened blue before my eyes. Another punch. Tiny rivelets of blood seeped between my knuckles which I had neglected to wrap.

I could feel that high coming on. That elated feeling brought on only by the possibility of injury. I brought my fist up to my mouth and slowly licked the blood off of my knuckles, a sharp copper taste danced on my tongue... proof that I am still here.

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

Chapter 2- Familiar Eyes

I hung the last piece of paper up on the wall, successfully filling the entire bedroom wall with the white pieces of paper. I fingered the edges of the paper making sure they would stick. That's right, stick. I did not use tacks or tape, but instead used the sticky substance that can be easily pulled from the wall without leaving damage. I thought of leaving little holes littering the wall or rips in the wooden walls, and the satisfaction welled up inside of me at just thinking about the look on Itachi's face... And then I remembered that Itachi does not have looks on his face, and I thought of Itachi slamming me against the damaged walls and what he would do to me... and the notion that I could not come up with a punishment deterred me from even trying.

I took a step back to admire my work. Drawn on every piece of paper was the Uchiha clan's symbol giving the room the appearance that it was tiled with the insignia. I felt a deep sense of satisfaction at my work. His, right? That'll show the smug bastard. Unlike him, I am still a Uchiha. I still belong to my clan, not him!

A yawn came over me as I stretched my tired muscles out above my head. I looked over at the clock. It was almost midnight. Surprised, I blinked a few times. Yes, the clock definitely read 11:55. I could only think of a few other times I had stayed up that late. After the clans massacre and...

My mind drifted off at the memory of Naruto and how I betrayed him. I had stayed up all night that time. And the guilt still shook me.

I sighed and shook my head as if the motion would shake out the memories. I pulled off the silver and red kimono, the sweat of the day's training following the fabric, leaving only my black boxers on that I had worn underneath. A small thought crossed my mind to hide the boxers in case Itachi decided on woman's underwear as well.

"No, he wouldn't." I chuckled, glancing over at the top drawer. I paused, then quickly began shoving all my boxers under the bed.

I snuggled under the down covers and leaned over to turn out the light, taking one last glance at my art work, then pulled the lamp string. I did not realize how exhausted I was until I fully laid down. The fatigue washed over me, pulling me down deeper into the bed. I thought briefly on this morning, the shirt, Kisame's crude joke. The anger stirred me slightly from my dozing. I took a deep breath and exhaled letting the fatigue push me into a deep sleep.

It was then I felt a pressure on my chest that was quickly relieved, followed by a shift in weight next to me. My eyes flung open and I jerked the lamp on. Lying in the bed next to me was Itachi with arms folded resting on his chest and eyes closed. My mouth dropped open a bit as my eyes did a quick survey of his perfectly chiseled chest and well toned abs... he was only wearing black boxers.

I shook my head violently scolding myself under my breath for even looking at him like that. Ever since that incident a week ago... I turned back to Itachi, who was still lying there as if this was natural.

"What are you doing in my room?!!" I shouted.

I just couldn't believe it. After everything, he has the nerve to come sleep in MY room! I mentally punched him and shook his shoulders while screaming 'what is the matter with you!' I looked to the clock. It was now exactly midnight, then I looked over at Itachi who still had not even flinched. I let out an exasperated sigh.

"Answer me! I know you are not asleep!!!" I almost screamed.

His silence was only fueling my rage. I could feel my heart beat begin to pick up as the anger pumped beneath my skin. My eyes locked on him, watching for the slightest movement, as my jaw locked tight straining my face muscles. It was then that Itachi decided to open his eyes and calmly turn to look at me.

I could feel my heart beat quicken even further, as it raced in a thready manner across my entire body. I stared at his eyes, my eyes going even wider. But it was no longer in anger, and I could feel every ounce of rage wash out of me with just his eyes... his deep coal black eyes- my aniki's eyes, just like I remembered them.

"Quiet, Otouto." He said in his silky, smooth voice.

I blinked a few times. "You are in my room." It was the calmest I had spoken to him in years.

"This is my room. I sleep here." His expression remained unmoved, as his calm voice flowed out to greet me.

I furrowed my brows a bit at this and narrowed my eyes, as if calling him a liar with looks alone. "I have slept in here for a week. Can't you go sleep wherever you've been sleeping."

"I am." Came the steady, even reply. Itachi turned his face away in disinterest and looked at the ceiling instead.

I stared at him a moment longer. Did Itachi really just answer me that quickly? It was then that the reality hit me. Of course, where did I think Itachi was sleeping in a two bedroom apartment. Itachi has always went to bed after me and yet somehow manages to wake up before me. It would make sense that I never saw him until now.

"Otouto." I met Itachi's brown eyes at the name, his face still motionless and calm. He lifted up one hand smoothly, and waved the light away in an elegant motion.

The motion did not register at first. I could not tear away from those familiar onyx eyes. Itachi kept hold of the gaze, not wavering even the slightest in his expression. But I could feel my breath quicken with every second our gaze remained locked. My muscles relaxed beneath the lost eyes of my aniki, and I felt the urge to crawl further into the bed and nestle next to his chest. And my aniki would take me into those safe arms, just like when I was younger.

"What is it." Itachi stated more than asked in his even tone.

"..." I tore my gaze away, and felt a familiar emotion begin to rise as I did. I reached over and tugged on the lamp string that I had previously assaulted, and let the dark greet me. "Nothing." I whispered as I laid down with my back to him.

And with that, the darkness took me.

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"Aniki! That tickles!" I squeeled, as I my five year old body tried desperately to wiggled out of his grip.

The covers of aniki's bed twisted around my body, trapping me further in his grasp. Aniki's fingers danced over my sides, my stomach, assaulting me wherever it could find bare skin.

"That would be the point." Came the smooth reply.

I giggled some more as my arms wrapped protectively around my sides. I stared up into his face. Even in all this commotion, his face remained unchaged, unaffected. It was still stoic and calm. His eyes just as blank. I thought at times that perhaps my aniki was like a doll, beautiful and unchanging.

A flash of mischief went through mine, and I impulsively reached up beneath his shirt. My little fingers felt up his toned, flawless abdomen until they began dancing across the skin. My eyes lit up as I bit down on my cherry red lip and began giggling lightly.

My aniki stared at my antic, face as still as ever with no sign I had effected him. My fingers stopped dancing over his abdomen as my bottom lip jutted out in a pout. My large brown eyes began glistening with tears and a small whimper escaped me.

"But aniki! I wanted to make you laugh too!" I whined. "Why can't I make you feel what I feel?"

It was then that a flash went through aniki's eyes darkening them considerably, and just as quickly as the flash came, it left, leaving no trace it had ever existed. Aniki slid his hands beneath the shirt and covered mine. His dark eyes locked with my questioning ones, as he slowly began to slide my small soft hands up his hard muscles until they covered his heart.

I stared into his emotionless eyes that had stolen mine into an unbreakable hold. I felt his heart beat slow, hard beneath my small fingers. And those dark eyes, those familiar dark eyes that I entrusted my hands to. I stared back in my innocence, questioning him on what to do next.

It was then that aniki whispered low in a smooth voice.

"Show me what you feel, Otouto."

I woke quickly feeling the hot morning light through the window. I cursed lightly... it was a cave after all, where was this damn light coming from every morning. I shoved the blankets off of me and went to the window which I slid open and stuck my head out. I saw rocks slick with algae, and water trickling down the sides of the rock glistening with light. I followed the stones upward until my eyes rested on a distant, small hole through which light was flowing at the top of the cave. It was a very small hole, and I could not see anything through it, but it was enough to filter in bothersome light.

I sighed and shut the window, and just stood there for what seemed like hours. I could still feel those dark eyes on me, commanding my gaze in a way only he could...

Kisame stood infront of the stove, flipping his usual bacon and eggs. He licked his lips in anticipation watching as the flesh was slowly seared into perfection.

Kisame chuckled, "So Itachi, how are you going to torment your brother today?"

Itachi leaned back in the kitchen chair as he kicked his feet up on the table. He folded his arms infront of him as he loosely dangled his arms over the side of the chair. His face remained still, as if no one had even asked him a question to think on, but his eyes danced with contemplation and ideas.

I thought about those dark eyes, and what I would give to have those familiar eyes on me again. I thought of what it would feel like to have him hold that strong gaze with me like when I was young, and to speak to me in that low, silky smooth voice... that voice that held no emotion and yet reverberated through me like an uncontrolled tsunami.

Itachi tapped the bottom legs of the chair in an offhanded manner while leaving his arms to dangle free. "My Otouto... I decided on his boxers..."

I leaned beneath the bed and reached for my boxers, only to find nothing. I blinked and sighed. I knew he was going to do this, and I muttered every curse on his name as I walked to the top chester drawer.

Kisame chuckled deeply as he looked over his shoulder. "You bought him girl's underwear too Itachi? Show me." Kisame's eyes flashed with mischief.

Itachi looked up to meet his dark eyes with his crimson ones. "Not quite." He said calmly.

I stared down at the empty top drawer with wide eyes. I glanced from the short, skimpy kimonos back to the empty drawer, and then back to the kimonos. "No... ITACHI!!!!!"

I gripped the drawer in a deadly manner sucking in the air greedily and the blowing it back out. Those eyes, those eyes, I am going to rip them out! It was then that I noticed a slight breeze...

"He didn't." I muttered, as I slowly looked downward.

"You took all of his boxers!" Kisame laughed histerically. "Even the ones he had on!"

Itachi nodded his head in a slight manner, barely dipping it, as he kept his calm gaze fixed on Kisame. His elbows now rested on the arms of the chair with his hands folded in front of his face.

"That is too delicious." Kisame chuckled. His eyes flashed wickedly. "I wonder how short his kimono will be today."

Kisame stopped laughing abruptly as I walked into the room. I saw both of them turn to face me. Kisame's amusement was apparent, while Itachi's face remained calm... but the amusement shone in his eyes.

I stood there with my face red with anger and fists gripped at my sides. I had chosen the longest kimono that was in the closet- It ended at mid thigh. The kimono was black with long wide sleeves and a high collar. It had elaborate purple spider webs that crawled down the sleeves only.

I mowed over several choice words in my head, but in the end decided to not even acknowledge what he had done. I walked to the table, Itachi's eyes following me the entire way, as I sat perpendicular to him. Itachi stared at me, as I stared at the surface of the table refusing to even meet his eyes.

Kisame looked me over for a moment longer. "Hmph." Then turned to tend to his eggs and bacon. "Hey kid, you want any?"

"... yeah, sure." I muttered.

Kisame glanced over his shoulder. "Your brother has no manners Itachi."

Itachi remained silent, watching me closely with that same calm intent. I glanced up at Kisame. Manners?...

"Thanks." I muttered.

Kisame chuckled lightly as he turned back to his food.

"Stop staring Itachi. It's rude." I was satisfied with how calm my words came out.

I caught Kisame freeze in midflip in front of the stove. I gave Kisame and odd look, as his arm fidgetted at little before it found the egg again to give it a proper flip. I looked over at my brother whose eyes had turned a deeper shade of blood. I matched his gaze with my own glare.

"Would you prefer these eyes, Otouto." Itachi said smoothly, as he slowly blinked and the blood disappeared into a deep black pit of familiar.

I felt my breath catch in my throat, as I stared into those smooth black stones. His face was as smooth and calm as I remembered, unchanging just like a doll, with that porcelain skin. I felt my body tremble beneath that gaze, as my heart raced in the back of my throat. I swallowed hard to ease the pressure back down into my chest.

I stood suddenly, with Itachi following my gaze upward. "You like your aniki's eyes, Otouto." Itachi said in a steady, silky voice.

I glared at Itachi, as I felt tears sting the back of my eyes. "I hate you."

I meant it to come out as a yell, but it was more of a spiteful whisper, as I ran out of the kitchen and up the stairs into the bedroom. I slammed the door harshly and threw myself on my bed.

It was menacing, like some sort of apparition of something I lost long ago, and yet never really had. I rolled onto my back and was instantly surrounded by my clans insignia, like a thousand fans watching me with firey eyes, accusing me of my treason to my blood. I shivered deep inside and felt a sickness washing over me.

My eyes slipped over to the mirror facing the bed, and there I lied. My silky black kimono riding my thighs like a whore. Itachi must be enjoying this, dressing me up like his personal pet. I clenched the sheets hard as the rage returned to me, this undying rage that I cannot seem to swallow down enough just to live.

"No... this is enough." I whispered venemously.

I went to the chester drawer and dug through it. Of course, Itachi had the only male clothes in all the room. I held out the black see through shirt and swallowed hard. The thought of having him so close to my skin made my stomach wrench, but there was no way I was wearing this.

Within seconds I stood before the mirror, Itachi's clothes hanging loosely from my small frame. The pants were rolled at the bottom and held to me thanks to a belt which I had to force a new hole into. The shirt sleeve came down a little past my elbow, and the collar hung absently off of one shoulder. This would have to do.

As I scribbled a note on a blank piece of paper on the dresser, I could smell Itachi invading my senses. The mere scent brought back memories of long lost happiness, peace and security. I closed my eyes as I felt a tear land next to my fingers on the paper.

'You are mine'...

No Itachi,... you forfeited that right long ago.

And it is not the humiliating dress or missing underwear- the destruction of my clans insignia, their last remaining proof of existence, that hurt the worst- even that is not fueling what I am about to do.

'Aniki, why did you leave me?'

As I laid down the pencil, and everything that is Itachi seized my senses... I felt my heart wrench at the apparition that would not release its grip on my sanity. And if it does release, it would be his intoxicating smell that drives me insane. And as I breathed it in, I felt my heart wrench...

... Killing me gently...

Kisame shoved a plate of eggs and bacon where Sasuke was at one point sitting, then sat across from Itachi.

"With as funny as this is Itachi, perhaps you should ease up for today." Kisame chuckled lightly before continuing. "I thought the kid was going to cry."

Itachi swallowed the bite of his fruit before responding in a cold, even tone. "Trivial."

Itachi calmly met Kisame's eyes in a hard, purposeful gaze, "This is necessary."

... Killing me softly... with your eyes...

Kisame glanced up from his plate as he swallowed his first bite of bacon, humming in satisfaction. "What about when he breaks."

Itachi remained silent, as his still, blood eyes burned into Kisame's black ones. Itachi spoke in a deadly still voice, unmoving and laced with ice.

"Extirpate."

... with my love... and your lack thereof...

A/N: If I had not looked it up, I would be all 'what the fuck is extirpate?' I'm not trying to whip out big words on you guys, but I just did not like the way the other words sounded in place of it... but this one sounded nice here.
So here is the definition.

Extirpate- to pull up by the root; to destroy completely

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