Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ From Here to Eternity ❯ Nightmares ( Chapter 35 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Arctic_Fox999
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Psychological / Drama / Comedy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.08.2005 | Pages: 8 | Words: 5.7K | Visits: 515 | Status: Completed

The following people are going to find themselves severely bitch-slapped if they don't move their behinds and update:
 
TheFutureFreaksMeOut
 
spork ai
 
BHS
 
whiteviper111
 
Junsui Kegasu
 
Bitenshi
 
Iwa-kun
 
And everyone else who I seem to have forgotten for the time being. That is all.
 
By the way, this chapter's pretty damn angsty. I've had an irritating week. - -x
 
WARNINGS: Sloppily written (no chance to really go through and proofread), rape, lime, angst, and a pissed off Sasuke. La-dee-freaking-da.
 
By the way, this chapter is rushed. It is also crammed. And choppy. And sliced. And… well, you get the idea.
 
Oh! And everyone who loves me should go read my new one-shot, `Dirty Little Secret'. And review. Because a lot of people have been reading it and not reviewing it. I mean, if it sucks that badly, could someone tell me please? Thanks.
 
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It was like a dream. One of those really good dreams that you don't ever want to awaken from, but leave you feeling warm and secure inside when you finally do wake up.
 
Kankuro pressed Itachi down against the bed, his lips still covering the Uchiha's. Itachi forced back a moan as Kankuro moved down from his lips to his neck, and from there down to his chest. Their clothes were tossed away with haste, Kankuro almost tearing Itachi's shirt.
 
“Kan…kur…o…” he breathed, closing his eyes. Kankuro suddenly sat up.
 
“Itachi… do you really want this?” he breathed, before going down, and kissing him again. Itachi took a deep breath, and nodded. He wasn't used to being asked.
 
“Yes… I do,” he said firmly. Kankuro grinned that lopsided grin he always wore, his eyes slightly glazed with lust and
 
(and oh oh could it be could it be love)
 
Itachi felt warmth and happiness swell up inside him, as he leaned in to capture Kankuro's lips with his own.
 
But then suddenly, everything turned cold.
 
The body against him was not Kankuro's, and the long, cold tongue forcing its way into his mouth was not that of the puppet-user. His eyes burst open, and he tried to push the foreign person off of him. They were no longer in Kankuro's dimly lit room, but that awful seedy hotel that He always took him to whenever they did That.
 
And suddenly, suddenly he was fourteen again.
 
(fourteen oh yes that was when that was when you gave up yourself you slut)
 
He finally bit down on the lips crammed against his.
 
“You little whore!” a rough voice snarled. A head reared back, yellow eyes gleaming in anger. “How DARE you?”
 
Then a hand was brought harshly across his face, white-hot pain blooming from the spot. He brought a hand up to cup his cheek in shock.
 
“Orochimaru,” he said to himself, knowing then who it was. The man's thin lips curled up in a disgusting smirk.
 
“That's right,” he said, leaning down, pressing his full weight onto the teen. He kneed Itachi's legs further apart, and whispered with a noise that sounded so much like a snake's hiss, “Scream for me.”
 
Then without warning, he thrust in. Itachi felt the burn, but bit down hard on his own lips, and kept silent. But again and again, harder and harder, the pain came, and it became so hard to keep his lips closed, and he tasted the metallic tang of blood, feeling the same blood rolling down his thighs. Finally, he screamed, but the ripping, tearing pain only felt worse.
 
Sweat coated Orochimaru's skin, drops of it falling off onto Itachi's stomach and chest. It was disgusting, Itachi was going to be sick again, he knew it, he could feel it. He put both of his hands against his mouth, feeling tears sliding down from his eyes, and prayed it would be over soon.
 
With a shudder, Orochimaru climaxed
 
(oh god acid it feels like acid inside me)
 
and slumped down on top of the teenager, breathing hard. Itachi's stomach heaved, but he forced it back down, breathing in as deeply as he could.
 
After a moment, Orochimaru slid one pale hand up onto Itachi's face, and said one word.
 
“Mine.”
 
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“NOOOOOOOOOO!”
 
THUNK!
 
“FUCK! ITACHI, WHAT THE HELL?” Sasuke snapped, rubbing the spot where Itachi's fist had met his forehead. “GOD DAMN IT!”
 
Itachi withdrew his fist, his eyes wide, and his entire body shaking.
 
“What? Where… huh?” he said, looking around, and feeling very confused. Sasuke looked at him angrily.
 
“You were having a nightmare,” he informed him roughly, dropping his hand from his forehead, and frowning. “You're screeching woke me up.”
 
Itachi then recognized the dark blue paint on the walls and the TV in the corner and the glowing digital clock that read `5:17 AM' and the navy comforter. He lifted the blankets off of his legs, and… no blood between the sheets. He dropped the blanket back down and sighed with relief. Sasuke stared at him, a look of curiosity on his face.
 
“What… ah…”
 
“Nothing,” Itachi said shakily, pushing sweat-slicked bangs out of his eyes. “N-Nothing at all.”
 
Sasuke rolled his eyes. “Whatever,” he grumbled, turning on his heel, and walking drowsily out of the room.
 
Itachi sat up, still panting. He rubbed his eyes, feeling the tears gently force their way past his lids and down his cheeks.
 
“Thank God… it was only a dream,” he mumbled, falling back against the pillow. His loose white tee shirt was sticking to his back but at that moment he really couldn't care less.
 
He reached over past his clock, and picked up his phone.
 
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It was that infernal ringing that woke Kankuro up again. He moaned, rolled over onto one side, and hoped that someone else would pick it up. It was probably for Temari anyway.
 
But no one did. And the phone just kept ringing and ringing…
 
“Fuck,” he grumbled, turning over, and grabbing his cordless phone. “What?” he growled into the mouthpiece.
 
“K-Kankuro?”
 
The brunette's eye's flipped open.
 
“Yes?” he said, instantly alert. “What's up? Itachi, is that you?”
 
“Y-Yeah, it's me.” He heard a small sound that could have been a cough or a sigh, but came over as a rush of static. “Sorry I'm calling this early.”
 
“No, no, it's okay. What's wrong?” Kankuro asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
 
“N-Nothing.” Was that hesitation in his words? “I just… really, really… needed to hear your voice.”
 
Kankuro blinked slowly. “Oh,” he said casually. “Well, uh, glad I could help.”
 
Itachi laughed gently. “You did… thank you.”
 
“You're welcome…?”
 
“You can go back to sleep now.”
 
“Thank God,” Kankuro mumbled before he could stop himself. Itachi chuckled airily.
 
“Good bye.”
 
“Later.”
 
Then there was nothing but the dial tone, and a very confused Kankuro staring at the ceiling.
 
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Haku didn't want to remember it. He wanted to push the incident as far back in his mind as his memory would allow.
 
But even so, the memories came flooding back in a wave.
 
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“Get the hell away from me you fucking faggot!”
 
Though just barely a freshman, Haku was already regarded as, as so many people lovingly put it, a `faggot'. He was roughly pushed to the cement, having bumped into someone as he walked. He didn't bother to look and see who it was.
 
“S-Sorry,” he said quietly, keeping his eyes lowered, and slowly getting to his feet. But he was shoved down again. Only then did he look up. His eyes met cold, dark brown ones. Familiar… yes. This was Shisui Uchiha, a merciless tormentor of all people different. He was one grade ahead of Haku, though his intellect level was hardly more than that of a rodent. His black hair was hidden under a bandana, and his face was pinched with disgust.
 
Then another voice, this one commanding authority, snapped, “Shisui! Will you control yourself?”
 
“Shut the fuck up, Itachi!” Shisui snarled. “I'm gonna teach this faggot a lesson!”
 
Haku looked over frantically to the other one who had spoken, praying for a kind soul who would help him. Itachi Uchiha, his long dark hair falling gracefully around his soft reddish-brown eyes, was planted a mere two yards away. He seemed to be calling Shisui's bluff.
 
But Shisui, apparently, wasn't bluffing. He clenched his hand into a fist.
 
“Hope this hurts, queer!” he cried, before throwing his fist forward at an alarming pace. Itachi's face screwed up from one of irritation to one of shock. He hadn't expected that Shisui would actually DO anything. Haku flinched away, shutting his eyes, preparing for the blow.
 
It never came.
 
Slowly, slowly, he opened one eye.
 
The fist was caught in the air, gripped tightly around the wrist by one hand. The hand was attached to the muscular arm of what appeared to be a small, humanized elephant.
 
“Get lost,” he growled, tossing Shisui aside without blinking. Shisui took one look at the older teen and quickly scampered away, leaving Haku alone with the massive high schooler, and Itachi. “Hey, kid, you okay?” he asked, running a hand through his own short, spiky hair.
 
Haku was at a loss for words. He slowly picked himself up off of the sidewalk, and nodded, not saying anything.
 
“…Uh…huh,” the high schooler said, unconvinced. “What the fuck happened?”
 
“I'm very, very sorry,” Itachi said, coming forward. “My cousin has a bit of an… anger management problem,” he said, choosing his words carefully. Haku loved the way he spoke. “But that is no excuse. I'll speak with his parents when I get home.”
 
Haku's savior raised an uninterested brow. “Right. You do that.”
 
Itachi turned from the giant, to Haku. He gently placed a hand on his shoulder. Haku resisted the urge to flinch away. “Hey, you all right? Sorry about Shisui. He's an ass.” Then he gave a small laugh. “I'm Itachi Uchiha. Nice to meet you…?” He trailed off, waiting for Haku to reply, which he didn't. He couldn't get his mouth to work. So Itachi decided to improvise. “You're a freshman, right? I've seen you in the halls.”
 
Haku could do nothing but nod. He was stupefied… people were SPEAKING to him!
 
“…You don't look so good,” Itachi said, bending down a little closer. “Are you sure you're all right?”
 
Haku nodded again, faster. The giant cleared his throat.
 
“Well, I guess I'll be going now,” he said, turning.
 
“Hang on, Zabuza! You haven't introduced yourself yet!”
 
Zabuza. So that was his name. Zabuza turned slowly.
 
“Zabuza Momochi,” he grunted, rolling his eyes. Haku finally found his voice.
 
“Haku,” he said softly. “That's my name. I like your name, Zabuza,” he said, smiling.
 
“Oh, that's such a nice name,” Itachi Uchiha said with a grin. “Hey, you live around here? I'll… WE'LL… walk with you,” he said, catching Zabuza's arm as he tried to get away.
 
“We will?”
 
“Of course!”
 
Haku found his voice again.
 
“N-No! I couldn't trouble you to do that!” he protested. “I live several miles away… it takes forever to get to my house! You must have something more important to do!”
 
Itachi raised amused eyebrows.
 
“Woah, Trigger. I thought you were being a mute today,” he said, with a small laugh. Zabuza just rolled his eyes. “Anyway,” Itachi continued. “We'd be more than happy to walk with you, at least part of the way.”
 
Zabuza grunted what Haku assumed was his approval. “Whatever.”
 
“B-But-“
 
“No buts!” Itachi said firmly, placing an arm around Haku's shoulders. “Lead on, Haku! And, may I ask, have you ever heard of this wonderful invention called a `comb'? It does wonders, TRUST me.”
 
“Whatever,” Zabuza grunted. Haku walked, then, all the way to his house on the edge of town. Itachi chatted merrily the entire way, Zabuza grunted on occasion, and Haku put in a word once in a while.
 
He would admit, later, that that was possibly the best day of his entire life… so far.
 
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