Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Dead By Eclipse ❯ Chapter 13

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A/N: Thank you so much everyone for the reviews! I love reading them a whole lot, it brightens my day a little. And a special thanks to Souji for beta-ing the chapter! Yea!

Warning: chapter contains references to sexual content... extreme sexual content, not like the other chapters, it is a lot heavier in this one, and possible obscene language.

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My nine year old body shivered violently from the cold breeze and I couldn’t help but scoot closer to the protective warmth of my aniki. As I inched closer, I felt my body scrape over the rough stones that had compacted to form Hokage mountain, the place which we had both been lying on for some time.

I briefly gazed up at the velvet black sky lit by thousands of stars, before glancing back at my brother. I considered this alone time with my aniki a rare treat, especially considering how distant he had been lately, that being said I didn’t intend to waste it.

I shifted and nuzzled my head against his arm, which was larger and more muscular than my own. After a moment, he reluctantly shifted and wrapped his arm around me tightly, pulling me closer. In that moment, I could hardly contain the surge of joy that went through me, as I felt my heart bubble over in excitement. I giggled triumphantly, squirming that much closer so that my eyes stayed on the center of my universe.

"Watch the stars, Otouto." Itachi said calmly, as if brushing off my gaze before pointing with a vague sort of interest towards the sky.

My eyes traced the length of his pale finger, following it towards the all encompassing midnight sky. It was much clearer up here than at any other point in Konoha, and the stars twinkled down at me as if smirking slyly in their all-seeing wisdom. My eyes slid quickly back to my aniki's face, and I felt my heart tighten in awe. Inside his coal black eyes danced the light of a thousand stars. After only moments, I found myself already lost in the liquid depths of those eyes' midnight ocean. I was entranced as the stars shimmered across the surface only to blink out once they reached the bottom. I began to wonder if it was possible for me to drown in the depth of his eyes.

"Make a wish, Otouto." A smooth voice reverberated from within the chest that I was pressed tightly against.

My ebony eyes widened, the glittering reflection of the stars was visible in my aniki's eyes. As I watched unblinkingly, a shooting star streaked across his muted black eyes. All I could recall thinking was, 'I wish we would never be apart.'

"What did you wish for, Aniki?" I asked in wonder, staring up at his passive face.

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Kisame and I land gracefully on the thick tree branch that Itachi is still reclining on calmly. His lithe body is leaning slackly against the large trunk as if it is a well cushioned chair. I expect to see some sort of surprise register on Itachi's face at my return, but he glances at me only briefly with a mild disinterest before setting his sharp crimson eyes on Kisame, who shifts back uneasily from the harsh stare.

"You should be proud of your little brother. He took care of the ex-jinchuuriki himself." Kisame's voice chides in light amusement.

At this, a sharp pang guilt shoots through my heart, and I swallow a thick lump of remorse down my slender throat. I can feel Itachi's analytical eyes on me once again, as he systematically tears me asunder like a clock that he is all too familiar with the workings of. A sense of shame washes over me, and this new hatred which is coursing through me is reserved entirely for myself. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

Aniki tilts his head down slightly, his gaze falling upon me. With the movement, his starlit eyes darken, becoming a black abyss as every twinkling star is seemingly swallowed in the darkness of his eyes. I blink in surprise at the scene before me, lightly registering that the change is only from the shift, and his hair casting a shadow across his face... I couldn’t have had any idea of how fitting it was that all life died in those eyes.

Again, I had become entranced, lost in the depths of his eyes. Slowly, aniki slid a soft, smooth thumb over my supple lips, as if to shake me from my reverie. The vast depth of his eyes was astounding. I couldn’t help but find it amazing that, such profound depth could be nothing but a void. Empty… It was as if any sign of emotion had been swallowed into the same dimension that the stars were.

Itachi leaned up slightly on his arm. He was using his elbow to prop himself up as his face was dangled only inches above my own. His warm breath washed over my innocent face and all the while his expression was calm and purposeful, assuring me that his actions were intentional.

"If I tell you, Otouto," Itachi’s breath ghosted over me, the words gracing my eager ears, "then it won't come true."

My aniki leaned closer to me, allowing our bodies to meet until his soft lips pressed against mine in a tender kiss. My heart raced wildly, threatening to beat out of my tiny chest, but Itachi never closed his eyes. He stared right through me with his emotionless eyes taking in my every response. My body felt so alive, as a new fire began to blaze through every aspect of my being.

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Itachi rises elegantly from the branch and tucks a few loose strands of raven hair behind his ear. His dark crimson eyes take me in carefully, before spitting me back out in indifference. He maneuvers past me in one fluid movement, as if I’m not even there, before he rests his blank gaze on Kisame.

"Come, Kisame." Itachi speaks evenly, as though nothing has happened at all.

For a moment, I stand there, dying in the eyes of my aniki, covered in the unseen blood of my friends… The blood which has covered my body in a film of inerasable filth and brought my mind to a constant state of hell...

I pray to God that this all ends soon.

Chapter 13 - Wish Upon a Star

Kisame easily thrusts the Samehada into the brush, separating it long enough for us to move through the clearing into the dimly lit cave. I pause, staring intensely at the front door of the small cabin which I had fled from earlier.

"Itachi? Why are we back at this house?" I venture suspiciously.

Itachi glances briefly over his shoulder. His fine black hair brushing across his features fluidly, as his expression grows even colder. The silence that fills the air hangs heavily around us in the damp cavern, and Itachi pauses before answering.

"So we’re not early.” His reply is icy and detached as it echoes off of the cavern walls, which only serve to increase the intensity of his tone.

The man before me turns his head slowly and I stare, my breath heavy in my chest as his dark cloaked figure disappears from my range of view beyond the cabin door. The breath I was unconsciously holding releases all too quickly, leaving me momentarily light headed… Here I was again. At this realization, a single bead of cold sweat begins its trek down the side of my forehead. All the while a previously unnoticed chill creeps down my spine. Itachi’s presence is more frigid now than it ever was before.

I turn my head to the right, to look straight up at Kisame who is a pace and a half behind me, "Are you sure this is a good idea?" I ask, my voice quivers slightly and my anxiety is apparent.

Kisame casts me an easy, razor sharp grin, "Trust me. This idea is to die for." His voice has a confidence to it, as though he already has his partner’s reactions planned out in his head…

As if sensing my unease, Kisame utters a dark chuckle and my skin can’t help but crawl, as his voice resonates through me. As the exchange ends, I face forward once more, putting one foot in front of the other, as I make my way towards the dimly lit house. I can feel Kisame grinning mischievously behind me, as I’ve come to a halt at the stairs. Repositioning himself beside me, he nods his head towards the stairs. I can’t help but size them up, a frown crossing my lips as I climb up them slowly. My feet are as heavy as lead, even before I reach the top of the stairs.

I step slowly from the stairs into the hallway, as Itachi it from his room at the other end. His eyes are darker than the deepest parts of the shadows and it is then that it strikes me... He has turned off his sharingan. Those eyes remain fixed past me, concentrating on their destination point. The atmosphere around the raven is as cold as death, and his affect is flat. But all the while, I can sense that beneath the surface he is harboring an intensity that is crying out for blood.

The seconds tick by in my mind, and finally Itachi glides past me. His movements are effortless and barely disturb the calm of the air, but after he descends the stairs silently, there is perceptible change in the room’s temperature in this wake. I watch him with an unshakable restlessness, my stomach turning over in knots. I continuing watching the stairs where my brother just vanished until even his shadow becomes just another flicker in my memory. I turn slowly, my breaths weighted with a foreboding anxiety that is almost making me question my resolve.

I allow my hand to linger against the cool doorknob. The tips of my fingers are brushing lightly against the brass knob, which contrasts sharply with my heated skin. It briefly occurs to me how warm my body must be to not even feel the damp chill of the cavern. I inhale deeply, slowly exhaling as I muster up the courage to go through with my plan…

I push the door open, causing the hinges to groan from the sudden strain, and step into the already lit room. An Akatsuki uniform that seemed close to my size lays folded neatly on the bed. Stepping closer, I trail my fingers over the soft fabric noting how worn the edges seem. It must be one of Itachi's old uniforms from when he was younger. I lift the sleeve towards my face and inhale deeply, allowing Itachi's scent to fill my nostrils. I exhale shallowly, my head spinning from the high. Everything in this room carries his intoxicating scent.

I let out a sigh as I let the sleeve fall from my hands back onto the cold, empty bed. Knowing what I must do, my eyes slide regretfully towards the closet. I want nothing more than to cast away these filthy clothes that have long since become saturated with my scent… I want replace them with the more immaculate fabrics, richly colored cloths that are enveloped in my brother’s coveted scent... I realize though, that there are far more pressing matters at hand.

Unconsciously, I begin to gnaw on my bottom lip fretfully, preparing myself for the task I now face. I can do this. I run my hand, damp with sweat, through my spiky hair, the soft tendrils sticking to my fingers slightly. I have to do this... Kisame, you had better be right about this.

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Itachi leans into the soft arm chair in the living room, allowing it to cradle his body as he reclines into a completely relaxed position. His eyes close lightly, in the sanctuary of his own home. Itachi lets out a sigh thoughtfully, all the while rubbing his thumb and index finger together. It is as if he is physically manipulating his thoughts in his hands. To an outsider, the elder Uchiha's demeanor would seem peaceful, like he was simply asleep.

Kisame chuckles, releasing Samehada from his back, slumping it against the arm of the couch, which sits perpendicular to the arm chair. The man with shark-like features turns quickly on his heels, allowing himself to fall lazily on the couch where he sprawls out across the entire length of the plush cushions.

He chuckles once again, flashing his dark pin point pupils at his partner, "You missed out, Itachi. I'm going to lie here all day now." He shifts on the couch slightly, sliding his indigo arms comfortably beneath his head.

Itachi’s eyes remain closed, and his response is silence. He continues to calmly mull over his thoughts that he is stroking carefully between his fingers. Kisame frowns in disappointment from his partner’s lack of reaction.

"If we leave for the main base in two days, then we should arrive when the others do. We're lucky to have been located so much closer than the others." Kisame laughs softly, the corners of his lips curling upward in a satisfied smirk, "Now we can rest before our next mission."

Itachi's expression remains blank, as though his partner did not even exist in the same plane of existence as him. Kisame growls menacingly, displeased with the fact that he is still being ignored. His lethal teeth flash between his lips, before he makes another attempt.

After a moment his gruff voice sounds, "I'm going to go fry some bacon and eggs.” He pauses, his tone daring the other to ignore him further, “You want any?"

I step into the living room nervously, just in time to hear the tale end of Kisame's threatening inquiry. I glance in Itachi’s direction, seeing that he is still reclined, deep in thought. He has not stirred at all since I slid into the room, and he continues absently rubbing his fingers together. I take in his face, relaxed and unreadable as the dim light of the cabin flickers across it, only adding to his ethereal beauty.

Kisame catches my attention with a low grunt, and I shift my eyes to see him motioning for me to open the worn Akatsuki cloak a bit further. I let out a sigh in annoyance before reluctantly opening the cloak more for his viewing pleasure. Kisame smirks in satisfaction, and I can feel his eyes slide over every subtle curve of my pale skin. A deep blush spreads across my cheeks and I shift uncomfortably beneath his gaze.

An amused smirk spreads across his shark-like features as he chuckles, his razor sharp teeth flashing me a wicked grin. I glare at him harshly before sinking deeper within the cloak, not wanting to be so freely exposed, while Kisame tries desperately to bite back a sarcastic comment.

"What is so funny?" A smooth voice asks from beside me.

I turn my head slightly to see that Itachi's ebony eyes are still hidden behind closed eyelids. For a moment, I wonder if I only imagined the question, since his composure seems quite undisturbed. I suck in a deep breath, letting it out silently as I give myself another moment to gain composure. In this single breath I imagine that all the tension which has been squeezing at my chest, and causing my muscles to tense is leaving my body as I exhale. I only wish it was the truth.

"Why don't you open your eyes, and I'll show you…" I say it as suggestively as I possibly can, allowing the last syllable to hang on my lips.

Itachi remains silent for a moment, the pause awkward and tense, before he “hm”s deeply in a rejecting manner and waves me away gracefully with a flick of his fingers. My eyes trace over his calm, collected features and an enormous amount of annoyance surges through my body that he has denied me attention after the immense effort I went through to get this far.

Internally, I can feel a scowl wanting to surface before inspiration strikes once more and a confident smirk spreads across my face. I rationalize the plan, already feeling the excitement at breaking my brother's rock solid composure.

"Alright. Fine," I continue evenly, the smirk still playing across my lips, "Then I'll just play with Kisame instead."
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< br> "Wait, you want me to do what?" I utter in disbelief.

Kisame repeats himself, a mischievous smirk firmly place on his lips, but the annoyance at having to repeat himself is obvious in his voice now, "I said… You’re going to put on the sluttiest outfit Itachi bought you, and then you are going to use me… Just like you used Ryoko."

"I didn't use her!" My temper flares in self defense, my words seething already.

"Oh? So you weren't willingly trying to make Itachi jealous?" Kisame chuckles darkly, his eyes smiling knowingly.

My eyes cast downward in shame, my cheeks already flushing in embarrassment. “You saw what Itachi did to her... She's dead now because of it. He'll kill you if you touch me... Then he'll probably kill me just for kicks."

Kisame scoffs, clearly put off by my judgment of his strength "Beat me up a bit, yeah. But there’s no way he'll kill me. I'm not a push over, kid..." Kisame pauses for a moment, before snickering to himself at his next thought, "Besides, he'd spare me solely because of who his next partner could be."

I cock an eyebrow at him, an inquisitive frown spreading across my lips. "His next partner?"

Kisame flashes me a shark-like grin, brimming with self-confidence and a certain eagerness at the threat of a challenge, "You'll understand when you meet the rest of Akatsuki. Now trust me, kid, no one will die."

I nod slowly, my self-assurance lacking. I can’t help but give him a doubtful look, knowing what happened last time, "Alright...” I pause, as if coming to terms with his idea, “Um… But can I wear the second sluttiest outfit instead?" An image of me wearing the outfit quickly flashes through my mind, causing a blush to form across my cheeks at the mere thought. Yes, I already knew which outfit he meant… It definitely stood out in my wardrobe.

Kisame's smirk only widens further as he shakes his head no. "I helped Itachi pick that one out." I can hear him snicker sinisterly as he offers that bit of knowledge up, and I shoot him a death glare for it.
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Crossing the room effortlessly, I slide onto the couch with ease and lay down on top of Kisame, before nestling my head against his shoulder. I watch eagerly, as Itachi slides an eye open out of curiosity. My heartbeat speeds considerably as that familiar, dark ebony gaze rests on me. After a second, his other eye opens and his expression changes. All of a sudden, those eyes narrow significantly, an intense glare already making its way over his features. The previously unconscious movements of his fingers stop, as they press harshly together before tightening into a fist.

Kisame tenses beneath me at our sudden closeness, before he forces himself to relax and slides a hand casually up my side over the lump of my rear until it rests gently on the small of my back. My heartbeat speeds out of control and I allow the sense of elation to take control of my body. I seductively slide over Kisame's body, until my lips pressed lightly against the chosen earlobe. I dart my tongue out and trace the shell of his ear.

"How am I doing?" I whisper in a moan.

Kisame chuckles, "You're a bit too good at this."

Kisame’s fingers grip my shoulders abruptly, pushing me upward, away from him. My eyes open quickly, and I can’t shake my questioning stare before the man below me shoots me a warning look. The look in his eyes is clearly telling me that I was taking it too far. I smirk in satisfaction, my reaction enough to tell him that I was proud of my work. I watch Kisame's eyes widen in surprise, an eyebrow raising before an amused smile crosses his lips.

"What is this, Kisame?" Itachi's wintry tone demands from the nearby arm chair. He sounds far too composed for the situation.

Kisame briefly glances over in Itachi’s direction, a mocking light dancing across his eyes, "What's the matter, Itachi? I thought you said that your little brother was obsolete? That was why you wanted to uproot and destroy him, right? What word did you use… was it ‘extirpate’?"

"You know what I meant." His response was smooth, and deadly calm. "You cannot rebuild, without first destroying."

While listening to the exchange, I lay my hands on Kisame's broad chest, my fingers shaking lightly as I slide them against the clasps of Kisame’s cloak. With a single movement on my part the cloak quickly spreads open. He leans upward allowing me to slide the cloak from his muscular frame, the smile on his lips telling me that he was really beginning to enjoy this. The indigo skin beneath me is oddly smooth, and it appears almost midnight beneath the black mesh shirt.

My pulse quickens once more, and I can feel my heart beating throughout my body, causing the surprisingly heavy Akatsuki cloak to feel far too hot for the rising temperature of my body. From my left I can feel Itachi's powerful eyes on me, and the thrill that it’s my actions that are causing him to feel this sting of jealousy is almost too much for me.

I can imagine how badly he must want to be the one beneath me, and how many dirty little thoughts that this act is pushing into his head. My head begins to spin with the one repeating thought... that He wants this.

My fingers raise to the clasps of my own cloak, the scent of my brother still all around me… Deftly, I open the clasps of the cloak, my smile gracing Kisame as my excitement must be showing clearly in my eyes, "Undress me."

I can scarcely hear as Itachi rises swiftly from his chair, his feet already sliding over the wooden floorboards. Kisame’s fingers slip the cloak off of my slim shoulders easily and the sudden rush of cool air against my hot skin causes goose bumps to dance over my smooth barely covered skin. The floorboards alert me that Itachi's steps stopped a few paces from the foot of the couch, and I can feel his eyes raking over my body, taking in and inspecting every inch of my flesh.

The outfit that I had been concealing beneath the Akatsuki cloak is sleeveless, the material a black mesh that leaves little to the imagination. The only solid fabric being a black cloth belt that tied in the back like a bow. Kisame’s hands slowly slide up the material, marveling at its quality before his nails hungrily rake back down, leaving numerous, small tears in the tight dress. My breath hitches at the thought of Itachi watching this, and I can’t help but blush crimson as my heart rate continues its mad dash.

I slide my rear down from his rock hard abdomen until I am straddling him. Pelvis on pelvis, I thrust my hips lightly, suggestively before letting out a low moan.
I’m surprised to find myself hard already, and Itachi lets out a warning growl from behind me, only increasing my awareness as I feel the pressure beginning to build inside of me.

Kisame flashes me a knowing smirk. He appears to be enjoying the dangerous situation that we’re in, a situation which grows more perilous with my every move… An untamed look lights his eyes, and he roughly grips my hips before thrusting against me in return. The immense size of his erection through his clothing catches me off guard initially, and I throw my head back, my eyes falling shut as I let out an even deeper moan.

"Come on, Kisame. Itachi and I are just fuck buddies." I gasp.

Kisame's eyes widen a bit at this fragment of dialogue, and I can see a look of fear forming beneath in his animalistic eyes. Pulling my face closer to his, he chuckles playfully in my ear, "Careful, kid. We're just acting, remember?"

I rock my hips against him once more, only to have him match it and grind against me even more intensely. The white heat of pleasure courses through my body, and I gasp as I can feel my slender body beginning to tremble violently. Small beads of sweat form, trailing down my spine beneath the mesh.

"Kisame, please..." I moan seductively.

A sudden crash echoes through the room, and my head turns in shock to see that the short living room table has been demolished into pieces. It only takes a split second to see that it’s Itachi's fist that is buried deep into the floor. A threatening white chakra is enveloping Itachi's crouched body. In his kneeling position his black hair is hanging down, veiling his face from view so that only his demonic scarlet eyes are shining through, their intent is murderous.

Itachi lifts his pale arm slowly. The small rivulets of blood that are falling freely down his flesh contrast extremely against the snow white of his skin. Moving to stand, he tediously tucks his dark hair behind his ears revealing a face that is far too impassive to have been behind such a reaction. I watch as he rises gracefully, moving across the floor through the debris, taking no notice of it at all. The few paces it takes for him to reach Kisame and I are quick, before he gingerly takes hold of my slick shoulder, his touch so gentle it is almost bruising. Our contact is brief as he tosses me carelessly to the ground, as if I were nothing more than another piece of debris.

My back slams roughly against the hard wooden floor, the back of my head cracking against it leaving me temporarily stunned. Managing to sit up, I groan and begin to rub the back of my head. My eyes widen in panic as I distinctly hear the sound of Kisame gasping for breath a few feet in front of me. My eyes raise slowly, falling upon the looming presence of Itachi… He is leaning over Kisame with both of his thin hands wrapped tightly around Kisame's neck. His expression is passive with controlled rage, as his fingers tighten even further around his partner’s neck… I can see it from here, the crimson gleam of the sharingan, shining with every intention of murder…

Kisame's exact expression is unreadable. His eyes have widened in shock and fear, but I can’t help but sense other emotions mixed in as well… His indigo hands are clawing desperately up at Itachi's porcelain skin leaving trails of dark, red blood to drip down in their wake. I watch as his mouth slides open in a silent plea before his arm recoils and plunges into Itachi's face. Fear snakes through my body, as I watch in terrified awe at how Itachi slides his face back to Kisame, completely unaffected by the punch.

"Tell me, Kisame." Itachi breathes in calm hatred, "Was he any good?"

My mind raced wildly, an uncontrolled panic rushing throughout my body as I realize that I must be the one to act. I swallowed roughly, casting it away, leaving my throat bone dry. Kisame's skin has begun to pale, a line of slight purple hue beginning to form around his lips. I breathe in heavily, my mind racing for an idea, some sort of inspiration that could cease my brother’s war path.

Fluidly, I snake my body up between Itachi and Kisame, wrapping my arms around Itachi's lithe frame before crushing my lips against his in a heated kiss. I can feel Itachi's body stiffen momentarily beneath my grip before relaxing and accepting my affections. His arms wrap around me tightly, possessively, as I bring up my legs to wrap around his waist. He takes a few steps backwards before lowering himself to the ground, all the while balancing my body on top of him. We hit the floor a bit roughly even with his efforts, and I land in a heap atop him, once more I feel his grip on me tighten, his nails digging into my flesh, threatening to draw blood.

A growl escapes Itachi’s lips, as our lips rub roughly against one another’s, his teeth taking my lower lip hostage before he bites down on my lip hard enough to release hot blood into his mouth. I gasp, opening my mouth in surprise, only to find his tongue forcing its way inside, thrashing wildly against every object it finds. I moan heatedly, pressing my body closer to his, before sliding my tongue alongside his. My legs unwrap from his thin frame and I shift to straddle him, rubbing my arousal further against his pelvis. I am satisfied when I can feel him pressing back against me with just as much force.

I break from the kiss, gasping for air just in time to hear the front door slam. I pull back to admire Itachi's expression, expecting him to be just as flushed as I am, but his porcelain skin is still unchanged and his face his still perfectly void of all human pleasure. I trail my eyes up to meet his, and find his sharingan a pool of scarlet lust... and my smile trails into a satisfied smirk.

Itachi narrows his eyes at me, and his eyes flutter back to the couch, only to narrow further at Kisame's absence. The raven's arms slide upward to my shoulders, as he begins to roughly force me off of him in disregard. A sharp pain of dejection shoots through my heart. No. I thread my fingers into my brother's velvet hair and pull harshly.

There is no sign of pain on his face, nor any sign that I just treaded on unstable grounds. Itachi simply pauses before looking at me with his complacent face, as if he has all the control in the world, before returning to his state of deep thought. I glare at him, hurt burning in my eyes at his coldness.

"You are quite the whore, Otouto." Itachi speaks smoothly, his tone matter of fact.

Itachi runs his delicate fingers up my smooth neck, trailing my fair jaw line with his icy touch, allowing the coldness to soak into my hot muscles. I tilt my head, giving him more leeway, closing my eyes from his harsh words.

"Only for you, Itachi." I groan, the pressure in my abdomen becoming unbearable.

A dry laugh ignites the air, and the coldness from its derisive tone trails up my spine, giving me a case of the chills. My mind mildly registers the voice as Itachi, for I cannot ever recall hearing my brother laugh… Even in my darkest dreams the laugh did not sound so inhumane. His chuckle was low and empty, like the crackle of dry leaves in the winter. The sound, meant to be reserved for happiness and joy, is void of all human emotions as it echoes through my head, cruelly mocking my heart with its ice…

I carefully, with a trembling hand, push Itachi's face away from my jaw line. My emotions have become unreadable, even to me, as I stare at Itachi's ghostly face. All life has been swallowed from his features down into the unreachable depths of his spinning sharingan. I wonder briefly where such a laugh can even come from. But then again, such an empty laugh could only come from the epitome of the absence of feeling. The man sitting before me.

I feel foolish now, perched upon my brother… straddling him erotically, waiting for him to react to me. How laughable, the thought of Itachi showing me any sort of love.

I think dryly to myself, “Like an icy winter in hell,” and the darkest corridor of my mind chimes in sarcastically, “This love is like strangling myself for air..”.

Itachi trails his icy finger over my lip, pressing gently against it. A pleasurable chill runs through my body, until the gentle touch turns rough, and those slender digits are harshly gripping my lip.

"So how many times, Otouto," Itachi questions calmly, no trace of anger present on his features, "Have these lips touched him."

I blink in surprise, before shouting defensively, "None! Don't you get it?! Itachi, What I have to go through to get your damn affection?!"

His eyes darken considerably at my words, hidden anger boiling just below the calm, composed surface, "You tricked me." His voice is hardly audible as he whispers quietly, his grip only tightening on my lip.

I knock his hand off of my mouth, the sudden jerk on my lip causing it to burn. "Yeah," I spit in a mocking voice. "I tricked you."

In a deft movement, Itachi stands, causing me to fall off of him carelessly. I watch in livid surprise as the raven stalks silently across the floor, his actions effortless. Itachi pauses at the foot of the stairs, glancing over his shoulder to me, his features donning their usual, notorious calm.

I remain sitting on the floor, quite alone as my eyes trace his path as if of their own volition… My legs are still sprawled apart, indecently spread from where I was so hastily abandoned. A scarlet blush continues to stain my pale cheeks as I glance over the disheveled shreds of the mesh dress. It is the only thing that remains clinging to my sweaty, flushed skin and sharply contrasts with the whiteness of the smooth skin beneath it. I brush at the dark hair that is sticking against my face, framing it from the sweat.

From the top of the stairs I can feel Itachi's eyes slide calmly over me in a single sweep, taking in every feature as if memorizing it for later, before meeting my eyes in interest.

"If you want to play, Otouto," the composed voice wore a hint of calm satisfaction, "Then prepare yourself…"

I allowed myself to soak in his calm self-control, waiting for the storm that was sure to hit.

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A /N: I hope you guys liked the chapter. This one is actually my favorite so far and I really enjoyed writing it. I know I did not update what happened to Naruto or Ryoko in this chapter, but I will fill you guys in with the next updated chapter. Yes... I am making you guys wait for that. :)

Please review, and let me know what you think!

Itachi: *smirks* I kicked your ass.

Kisame: *glares* I hope Sasuke makes you his uke, smart ass.

Itachi: !!!

Sasuke: *evil grin*