Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ From Here to Eternity ❯ Filth ( Chapter 16 )

Kat: Hi, everyone! Before we begin, I have an announcement to make.

 

The announcement has to do with this story. So far, it's been all happy-lovey-dovey, for the most part. There's been some angst, but it hasn't been too major, right? Well, this chapter marks where the happy will be diminishing. There will still be happy, but there shall be less of it. There's going to be all the good stuff, like harassment and self-mutilation, and there WILL be more yaoi-action! So, if you don't like the angst, stop reading right… now. BHS, from here on out, this story's rated `M' for a reason. Why? You'll see. Believe me, if you don't think this is bad, it'll get worse.

 

I've noticed something: So far, everyone's been, like, “Itachi x Orochimaru? …Woah.” And I've been, like, “Muahahaha!” For all those interested in the pairing… just read.

 

Okay! I think that's it. So, please enjoy!

 

WARNING: Light lime and evil Orochimaru. Don't read if ya don't like.

 

Disclaimer: I don't own… but, oh, what would happen if I did…

 

 

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“Oh, crap!” Naruto exclaimed, hopping up from his chair. “What time is it?”

 

“It's… about… two thirty…” Itachi said, turning lazily to look at the clock on the back wall.

 

“Aaaugh! I'm supposed to be at home, now!” Naruto said miserably, flailing his arms. “Kaaaankuuurooo I neeeeeeed a riiiiiide pleeeeeeaaaase!”

 

“Do I have to?” Kankuro moaned. “I'm soooo fuuuull…”

 

“Aw, come on, Kankuro! Iruka'll ground my sorry ass `till I'm TWENTY!”

 

“All right, all right. Come on, Gaara, we'd better go, anyway,” Kankuro said, pushing himself to his feet. “Itachi my dear, thank you for the meal. It was delicious.”

 

“My pleasure,” Itachi said, mock-bowing in his seat. “Always a treat to serve you, fine sir.”

 

“Bye, Gaara,” Sasuke said.

 

“Bye, Sasuke-bastard!”

 

“Bite my ass, Naruto.”

 

They hurried out to the car, hands over their heads in a futile attempt to avoid the rain.

 

“Gah! Turn the heat on, my man!” Naruto cried from the back seat, feeling a blast of cold air come through the vents.

 

“Yeah, no kidding,” Kankuro said, his teeth chattering. He changed the settings on the dashboard, then backed out of the driveway, and sped down the road.

 

“Well,” Kankuro said, once they were well on their way, “that was fun.”

 

“I can't stand Sasuke-bastard!” Naruto snapped, crossing his arms indignantly. Gaara scowled at the blonde in the mirror. “What?” Naruto asked, frowning.

 

“Nothing.”

 

Two minutes later, they arrived at Naruto's apartment.

 

“Thanks for the ride, guys! See ya on Monday, Gaara,” Naruto called over his shoulder as he sped up the stairs. Kankuro waved him away as they drove away from the building.

 

“You okay, Gaara?” Kankuro asked, after a minute of silence.

 

“Huh? Yeah, I'm fine,” Gaara said, staring at the torn upholstery on the door. The rain was coming down even harder, now. It was almost like the rain was angry; the way in slapped and pounded on the window. Like it was

 

(disgusted)

 

mad.

 

Kankuro sighed, and was about to say something else, but at that moment, they drove up to the Kaze house.

 

“Holy shit,” he breathed. “Yashamaru?”

 

“Who?”

 

“Yashamaru! Shit!” Kankuro hurriedly parked the car, and hopped out. Gaara stared out the smudged window. There was a very wet-looking person sitting on their front porch. Kankuro ran up to the person, just as Gaara stepped out of the car. The wind started to pick up, and suddenly became so strong, it slammed the car door shut. Gaara stared at the door for a moment, then shook his head, and trudged over to Kankuro.

 

“Yashamaru?” Kankuro yelled over the wind. “What are you DOING out here?”

 

“I knocked on the door, but no one answered!” Yashamaru said, standing up. “I figured you had all left!”

 

“Why didn't you just break a window?”

 

“Why would I do that?” Yashamaru cried, shivering. Kankuro shook his head a few times.

 

“Never mind. Just come inside! Christ…” Kankuro quickly unlocked the door, and led the other two inside. “You must be freezing! When did you get here?”

 

“Just a little,” Yashamaru said with a weak smile. “I got here about an… hour… ago…” Then he sneezed into his hands. “Oh…” He sniffed, and started shivering. “I'm dripping everywhere. Kankuro, can you get me a towel?”

 

“Yeah, yeah, sure,” Kankuro said, disappearing up the stairs to the bathroom. But before he went in, he kicked open Temari's door. “TEMARI! FOR CHRIST'S SAKE, WHY THE FUCK-“

 

“Language!” Yashamaru called automatically from downstairs.

 

“Oh… yeah, sorry,” Kankuro said, coughing. “WHY THE HECK DIDN'T YOU ANSWER THE DOOR?”

 

“What are you TALKING about?” Temari asked, pulling off her headphones.

 

“Yashamaru's been sitting out in the rain for the last hour!”

 

Temari flushed angrily.

 

“I didn't know!”

 

“Don't tell me, tell him!” Kankuro spat. Then he stormed into the bathroom, grabbed the cleanest towel, and went back downstairs.

 

“Thank you, dear,” Yashamaru sniffed, pulling off his shoes, having already taken off his jacket.

 

“Uh… What's with the sweater?” Kankuro asked, staring at the soggy, dark blue sweater.

 

“Oh, this?” Yashamaru asked, picking at the yarn. “A really nice lady knitted it for me on the bus. Crazy as a loon, but very pleasant.”

 

“…Oh.” Kankuro wasn't sure what else to say.

 

 

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Yashamaru got settled in eventually. His presence in the house somewhat calmed Gaara; It was almost like a new mood had settled over him. Yashamaru was nice, much nicer than Dad.

 

Gaara sighed, and finished applying the eyeliner. Monday. Ugh.

 

“KANKURO! GET YOUR LAZY ASS OUT OF BED!” Temari's shriek almost shattered the glass in the mirror. It caused Gaara to wince, smudging the eyeliner down his cheek.

 

“Damn,” he muttered, wiping it away with a wash cloth. `Hello darkness, my old friend…'

 

“IT'S SEVEN THIRTY! FOR GOD'S SAKE!”

 

`I've come to talk with you again…' Gaara allowed himself a small smile. Good lord, he was listening to Simon and Garfunkel. There must be something wrong with him. Not that there wasn't already, right?

 

He left the bathroom humming to himself. He walked past Kankuro's room, which was now brightly lit, with a screeching Temari waving her arms, and down the stairs. He went into the kitchen, and was met with the best sight he'd seen in a week.

 

“Waffles! All right!” he cried, before he could stop himself. Yashamaru looked up from over the counter.

 

“Yes, I fixed the waffle iron. Good morning, Gaara,” he said with a smile. “Did you sleep well?”

 

“Better than usual,” Gaara admitted, seating himself at the table. It was true. He'd gotten at least six hours of sleep that night as opposed to his usual three or four. There were two plates of waffles on the table, one more on the counter, and a waffle was cooking in the waffle iron. He was in front of one plate. “Um… Are these for me?”

 

Yashamaru nodded.

 

“Go for it. First come, first serve, right?” He retied his apron, dropping the dirty dishes in the sink, and running the water on them for a moment.

 

Gaara smiled widely, and, for lack of better words, `dug in'.

 

“You know, Yashamaru,” he said after he'd swallowed. “I think your waffles are a lot better than Temari's pancakes.

 

Yashamaru laughed.

 

“Just don't tell Temari, okay?” Gaara said. “She'll hurt me if she knew I said that.” Yashamaru put a finger to his forehead in a salute.

 

“My lips are sealed, Captain!”

 

After another minute, Temari joined Gaara at the table, and after her, Kankuro dragged himself down the stairs. He looked like a corpse, more so than Gaara usually did.

 

“Yashamaru,” he rasped. “Please tell me you made coffee?”

 

Yashamaru grinned, nodded, and motioned to the coffeepot.

 

“I honestly don't know HOW I could get along without you, Yashamaru!” Kankuro said, catching his uncle in a bone-crushing hug, then shoving him out of the way to get to the coffee.

 

“You're welcome…?”

 

Gaara muffled his laughter by shoving another bite of waffle into his mouth.

 

 

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There was no doubt in Itachi's mind that he hated third period. It wasn't the subject that he hated; quite the opposite. Itachi loved chemistry. He found it very fascinating. No, it wasn't the subject that he hated.

 

Itachi hated Orochimaru.

 

He hated the way he walked, the way he spoke, and the way his murky yellow eyes were always leering. Like they were right now. In his direction.

 

`No no no no do not come over here do not come over here do not ask me please please don't ask me-`

 

“Uchiha, I'd like to speak to you after school,” Orochimaru said, placing a hand on the dark black table.

 

“O…kay,” Itachi choked out, swallowing hard. Orochimaru walked away, possibly to examine someone else, possibly to leer some more. Itachi really didn't care.

 

`Oh God no no no no no no no no…' he thought, clenching a fist, and lowering his eyes. The boy sitting next to him looked at him oddly.

 

“You okay?” he asked, poking Itachi's arm in a most uncaring manner.

 

“Just fine,” Itachi hissed, shutting his eyes. “Just… fine.”

 

Just fine? Far from it. Itachi felt a familiar nauseous feeling rise in his stomach. He took a deep breath in through his nose and out through his mouth, the smell of formaldehyde filter through his senses. They were supposed to dissect frogs today. Supposedly to see exactly WHAT the components of formaldehyde did to the frogs. Itachi remembered dissecting frogs in the seventh grade. Then again when he was in ninth grade. Ninth grade. That's when this whole thing got started, huh?

 

He rubbed his eyes with his wrist, carefully avoiding the glove on his hand. He was going to be sick. He was…

 

“Itachi?” the boy said. “Uh… what's a skayl-pal?”

 

“A scalpel,” Itachi corrected. “Scalpel.”

 

“Yeah, okay… What is it?”

 

Itachi sighed. Another day surrounded by idiots.

 

 

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Naruto was very busy trying to remember his locker combination when someone familiar passed by him.

 

“Hey, Neji!” he said, straightening up, and following the long-haired teen. Neji paused, and turned.

 

“… Do I know you?” he said boredly, his white eyes scanning Naruto's face with disinterest.

 

“Naruto Uzumaki, remember?” Naruto said, jabbing a thumb at himself. “We met at the Haruno's party.”

 

Neji thought for a moment, then a light bulb turned on in his head.

 

“Oh, yeah. Itachi's crazy driving, right?”

 

“Yup!” Naruto said, grinning widely. “Well, just thought I'd say hi! So… Hi!”

 

“…Hi?”

 

Naruto waved, then said, “Bye!” Then he scampered back down the hall to his locker. Neji frowned.

 

“Okay…” he murmured, shrugging, and returning to his jaunt down the hall.

 

 

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After drama, Kankuro grabbed Itachi by the arm and motioned for him to wait until everyone else had left.

 

“Are you okay?” he said, once the auditorium was empty. “You seemed a little… off.”

 

Itachi looked mournfully into Kankuro's concerned, dark gaze.

 

“Kankuro… I…” He sighed, and lowered his eyes. “Never mind… I'm just tired.”

 

Kankuro sat down on the stage next to Itachi, and leaned back, staring at the ceiling.

 

“You sure? Because something seems weird about you today.”

 

Itachi swallowed.

 

`Oh God, Kankuro,' he thought. `I wish I could tell you.'

 

“No. Nothing. I just didn't get much sleep last night. Really. Don't worry about me,” he said. Kankuro sat up, and studied his face. After a moment, he shrugged.

 

“Sure. Okay.” Then he hopped down from the stage, and said, “See ya later.” He left the auditorium, and, after another moment, Itachi left as well.

 

`I can do this…' he thought to himself as he walked down the hallway. The nausea was back, rolling painfully around in his stomach. He swallowed painfully, and entered Orochimaru's classroom. It was dark in the room, which didn't surprised Itachi in the slightest. It was always dark when they did this.

 

Suddenly, someone pressed him against the wall. A pair of cold lips were suddenly crushed against his. A hand reached past him, and locked the door. Itachi knew who it was, but it still gave him a jolt.

 

“Mm!” he gasped out in surprise. He wasn't ready at all, he realized with a sick shock. Not at all. He pushed Orochimaru away quickly, and wiped his mouth.

 

“What is it?” He could practically feel that awful, thin smirk.

 

“I can't… I can't…”

 

“Yes you can… You've been doing it for two years,” Orochimaru said slyly, pressing Itachi back against the wall. “What makes now any different?”

 

Itachi swallowed again.

 

“I just can't. I won't. Th-things are different now. I want to stop. I don't care about my grades anymore, I just want to stop.”

 

“Ah,” Orochimaru said, sliding away from him. Itachi relaxed for a moment. “But what about your brother?”

 

Itachi froze, his eyes wide in the darkness.

 

“What about Sasuke?” Itachi hissed. “What did you do to him?”

 

“I haven't done anything,” Orochimaru said, feigning hurt. Then he added nastily, “Yet.”

 

Itachi bit his lip, and forced his thoughts down.

 

“F…fine.”

 

“What was that?” Orochimaru said, drawing this out as long as he could.

 

“Fine. Do what you want to me, but stay away from Sasuke.”

 

Orochimaru's smug grin radiated through the gloom.

 

“You make it sound like I'm FORCING you to do this…” he said, before violently kissing the teen again. Itachi willed his mind to stay blank as a sheet of paper for the entire time. Orochimaru's hands were everywhere. They felt cold and slimy on his face, his chest, and legs. He was going to be sick. He knew it.

 

Then the pain, the awful stabbing pain that made him bite his lip to hold back his screams. He tasted the metallic tang of blood in his mouth, but he ignored it.

 

When Orochimaru had redressed, he scoffed at the miserable sight of Itachi on the freezing floor.

 

“Get dressed and get out, you filth,” he said, before leaving the room. Itachi ignored the ache, and got dressed quickly. Then he left the school, and hurried to his car. He started the engine, and drove back to his house where Sasuke was already waiting.

 

“What the hell Itachi?” Sasuke snapped as the older teen walk in through the door. “It's four o'clock already!”

 

Itachi cast one look his way, then started up the stairs.

 

“Itachi! Dammit, where were you? Dad called looking for you… something about going over to the office. Hey!” Sasuke snapped, following him up the stairs. “Are you even LISTENING to me?”

 

Itachi whirled around, and snapped, “SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP, OKAY SASUKE? CAN YOU DO THAT?”

 

Sasuke stopped cold, his mouth slightly open, quite shocked at his brother's outburst. After a moment, he said, “God, what the hell happened to your mouth?”

 

Itachi reached up, and felt his lip. It was throbbing and sore, and it was still bleeding. He had bitten almost all the way through it.

 

“N-nothing,” he said quietly, turning, and disappearing up the stairs. Sasuke stared up into the dark hall, still unable to believe the fact that his brother had actually SCREAMED at him. The last time that happened… was around this time of year last year, wasn't it?

 

“Pressure must be getting to him. That's what happens when you take to many AP classes, huh?” Sasuke said to the air. He shrugged, and went back downstairs.

 

Meanwhile, Itachi had dumped his clothes into the laundry basket in the bathroom, and got into the shower, turning it as hot as it would go. It wasn't until then that the dull numbness disappeared, and he began to choke and sob. He wrapped his arms around his waist, and sank down against the wall.

 

Filth. Disgusting.

 

 

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Kat: Ugh. I hate Orochimaru. He's the guy I love to hate. -coughs- YEAH. SO! Please review!

 

Naruto: THAT WAS DISGUSTING!

 

Kat: -bows- Sankyuu.

 

Naruto: Bleh.

 

Kat: Hope you don't mean the part with you and Neji, huh? -elbows him- I think you want some Hyuga-style LOVIN'!

Naruto: -icy glare-

 

Kat: -grin- Heh… Please review, crazy fans! And no flames, mm-kay? Constructive criticism only.

 

Naruto: BLEH.

 

Kat: … I'm really dragging this thing out. Ah, no flames, though. Really. I warned you… no like, no read. So if you read and you no liked, then criticize me constructively. None of this “OMG OROCHIMARUXITACHI THAT'S SICK! YOU'RE SICK AND DESERVE TO GO TO HECK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1111111”, mm-kay? We're all mature pre teens slash teens slash adults here, correct?

 

Naruto: BLEH!

 

Kat: YOU'VE MADE YOUR POINT. Oh… did anyone else see chapter 266? Woah. Sasori's not bad lookin'. You know, without the bad-ass puppet Heh heh…

 

Naruto: …Oh God…

 

Kat: RUN FOR YOUR LIFE, BLONDIE! Kankuro is totally kick ass in that chapter, too. He's all, “Foo, don't get all up in my bro's face just cuz he ain't here!” -snap snap- … I'm gonna stop now, before I give anything else away. -grin- Please review!