Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ It's Already Over ❯ Don't Trust Me ( Chapter 21 )

Yareyare, gomen nasai! I know I haven't updated since uh 2 months ago? But I had to start studying for my Grade 11 finals during Easter and my finals started at the beginning of May and didn't end till mid June. I wasn't planning on updating till September but then the idea of being shot by my precious few readers was definitely not quite appealing, so here we are. I hope that you like this chapter and I'm hoping to end this story in the next 2 or 3 chapters =3

 

Don't Trust Me

 

The door slid open slowly and quietly. Inching forwards tentatively, the shadowy figure fingered the blade nestled at his wrist. The room was pitch black and there was the lingering smell of age old blood, blood spilt eight years ago when one of the Uchiha clan members decided to go on a killing spree.

 

The man moved forwards slightly, his heart racing as he licked his dry lips and berated himself. The only way to succeed in avenging his clan and saving Sakura was to stay calm and assess the situation carefully, yet here he was, panicking like some amateur. Taking a deep breath, he reeled in his emotions and padded towards the end of the hallway with practiced silence, hoping that he was not too late.

 

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Eyes narrowing as they adjusted to the light, they proceeded to widen as Sasuke took in the scene before him.

 

Itachi's hand was outstretched and his gun trailed along Sakura's spine as his other hand stroked the rosette's cheek lightly, caressing it lovingly. Turning an amused gaze towards his little brother, the corner of the Uchiha's lips twitched upwards ever so slightly as he spotted the outraged look on Sasuke's face.

 

“You know what to do Sasuke.”

 

The raven clenched his fists in anger as he attempted to smother his facial expression, knowing that Itachi was enjoying every second of his discomfort. Lowering his hands slowly, his hands relaxed and the blade slipped downwards, clattering onto the floor.

 

Onyx eyes flashed dangerously and Itachi could swear that there was a tinge of red, blood red, in those eyes. Sasuke took a hesitant step forward. He did not know what to do. If he attempted to engage Itachi, he knew that Sakura would die before he could even get within a twenty feet radius of the duo. Sasuke felt his body tense as Itachi also stepped forwards with Sakura.

 

Lowering his gun, the elder Uchiha slipped it into his pocket and shoved the bound girl down the small flight of stairs before following after her. Itachi shot his sibling a warning glance as Sasuke tried to run to Sakura's aid. Halting in his tracks, Sasuke could feel his blood boil as he watched Sakura's face contort in pain and let out a small cry. Shaking hands balled once again into fists as he snarled, “What do you want, Itachi?” He was losing his control over his raging emotions and it took all of his willpower to suppress the urge to just run blindly towards the cloaked man and strangle him. “Let her go! I'm here, aren't I? Just…just…let her go! Damn you Itachi!”

 

Calculated eyes ran over Sasuke's body, taking in his stance. Lifting his leg, Itachi pinned the girl on the ground and stared coldly at the other man. “It's been too long Sasuke. Why don't we settle things now?” Pressing his foot down slightly, Itachi allowed a smirk to grace his chiseled features as the girl's cry of pain succeeded in causing a flash of panic to flit across Sasuke's face.

 

“And after I defeat you Sasuke,” Itachi leaned forwards, “I'm going to rape your little cherry blossom in front of your eyes before I kill you.”

 

Sasuke's face was emotionless but Itachi could see his emotions conflicting with one another. Pain, anger, hatred, helplessness…all swirling around in those eyes. Easing himself off Sakura, Itachi unclipped his cloak slowly, button by button, and allowed it to slide off his muscular torso and fall onto the floor in a heap.

 

Stepping forwards, he threw back his head and laughed, eyes wide with insanity. “Come Sasuke!' he screamed, “Let's finish what was started eight years ago!”

 

Sasuke streaked forwards without hesitation. Delivering a crashing blow to Itachi's head, he winced as his foot connected with Itachi's outstretched palm. The elder Uchiha's hand closed around his foot and turning around, he swung Sasuke around before letting go, causing Sasuke to smash against the wall.

 

Kneeling down, Sasuke extracted a smaller blade from his boot and shot forward once more. At the last minute, he slid across the floor, legs outstretched and tackled Itachi, causing both of them to fall. Slashing across, Sasuke growled with annoyance as Itachi flipped backwards before mirroring his movements.

 

Itachi was panting slightly, sweat beading his forehead. Straightening up, he tried to deliver a round house kick to Sasuke's head but found his attack blocked with his opponent's blade. Flinching as he then lifted his other leg and trapped Sasuke's hand, he pulled and flung Sasuke across the room. A clatter echoed across the room. Itachi glanced behind him and saw that he had dropped his gun. However, his attempt to recover it was foiled as Sasuke once again slashed with his knife.

 

Shifting backwards, Itachi grimaced before clapping a hand over his mouth. Blood leaked out from between his fingers as coughs racked his body. Sasuke recoiled in shock for an instance before taking the opportunity to launch another flurry of attacks.

 

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He woke up with blurry vision as he tried to remember why he was laying on the cold ground. Massaging his temples, the silver haired jonin sat up slowly. Suddenly he looked up, eyes widening as memories of Sakura and Itachi flooded back into his mind. Ripping open his pouch, he extracted his mobile and dialed a number.

 

“It's Kakashi. I need you to send a squad of ANBU to the Uchiha hideout. Now.”

 

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A grunt sounded from the raven's lips as he crashed onto the floor heavily. In a flash, Itachi was on top of him, pinning the raven to the ground. Sasuke fought the urge to black out as he heard the crunch of bones breaking and felt the excruciating pain ripple across his body when Itachi knelt on his arm. His good arm jerked around as he tried to free himself.

 

Itachi faltered slightly but leaned downwards and whispered into his ear. “You know what Sasuke? You never stood a chance of beating me.” Grinning sadistically, he continued, “That's because…you don't have enough hate. And you never will, because there won't be a next time.

 

Itachi glanced over at Sakura before returning his gaze to Sasuke. Standing up, he made his way over to Sakura. “Now Sasuke, maybe I can have a little fun now.”

 

Sasuke could not move. This could not be happening. It was not supposed to end this way. He had to protect Sakura. All those years of training and nothing had changed. He was still losing. As Itachi started to remove Sakura's clothes, Sasuke snapped.

 

“Get your fucking hands off her!”

 

His eyes were wild with desperation and he was shaking. Itachi ignored him and continued. Struggling to crawl over to the duo, Sasuke could feel a lump in his throat.

 

“Itachi!” his voice faltered. “Stop! Please…”

 

Itachi looked up from the girl as he heard Sasuke's voice crack. Sasuke had finally cracked. A broken man looked up, eyes brimming with tears that slowly spilled over down his face.

 

“So this is the proud Sasuke Uchiha,” murmured the Akatsuki. Striding over towards his fallen opponent, Itachi took out a knife.

 

Sasuke's eyes widened as his fingers curled around something. Using all of his remaining strength, Sasuke jerked his arm upwards. A shot rang out like an explosion. Itachi was thrown backwards, a bloody trail trailing in front of him.

 

Chest heaving, Sasuke gasped for breath as he stumbled to his feet. Shuffling forwards, left arm hanging limply at his side, he stared down at the bloody body of his brother, staring at the bullet hole between Itachi's eyes. Raising his hand once more, he emptied the gun's rounds. The gun which Itachi had dropped earlier.

 

For what seemed like an eternity, Sasuke stood frozen over his brother's corpse before allowing his hand to relax. He turned and made his way painfully over to Sakura.

 

Untying her, he removed his shirt and draped it over her shoulders. “I'm sorry.”

 

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