Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Kidnapped ❯ Not a Chance ( Chapter 1 )

A/N: alright, don't even ask how this came to mind. it just did. :p because i luffles little! sasuke-kun. =D and i luffles itachi-sama. hehe. so there. ;D

 

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Sasuke walked quickly towards Itachi's room, a hop in his step. Itachi wasn't doing anything today, since he had a slight cold. Sasuke had asked his mother if it would be alright for Itachi to help him with his kunai skills, and Mikoto had said it would be okay for a short while. Sasuke was overwhelmed with joy. Maybe Itachi would say yes this time.

 

He reached Itachi's room and knocked softly. No one ever bothered trying to open the door by themselves, anyway; it was always locked.

 

Slowly, the door opened, revealing the older Uchiha. Itachi looked a bit different, mostly because of the cold. His hair was down, and slightly messy, and his face was pale.

 

"What?" Itachi said coldly, leaning in the doorway. Sasuke couldn't help but smile. He'd never seen his brother so disheveled. Itachi was always picture perfect, making sure his hair was perfectly brushed and his clothes weren't too much of a mess. His appearance right now seemed to go against the laws of Itachi's life, not that you could ever say that to his face.

 

"Niisan, Okasan said it was okay if you helped me with my kunai techniques," Sasuke said, "Will you be up for it?" Itachi gave him a blank look, then looked off to the side, as if thinking. Sasuke tilted his head slightly, waiting for a response. Finally, Itachi looked back.

 

"No. Don't ask me again," he said. Before Sasuke could protest, the door was slammed in his face, and if he had been any closer, his nose would've been chopped off.

 

Sasuke stared at Itachi's door for a minute, than finally gave up and walked away, the joy completely gone. He should've known Itachi would never say yes. Itachi didn't want to have to do anything with him.

 

Back in Itachi's room, Itachi was picking up broken pieces of glass. He was surprised no one had heard the figurine break, especially since he had thrown it across the room. The small glass figure had broken into a ton of tiny little pieces, scrambled across the floor.

 

He had a reason for throwing the figure; he was angry. Mostly at his parents, always judging him and expecting him to be the best Uchiha in the whole clan. Than at some of the other Uchihas, who followed him wherever he went, poking him in the side, asking him what his secret was.

 

The truth was, he had no secret. He just had a will for power. He was like everyone else, besides his power. He had a typical mom and dad, and a little brother who constantly annoyed him to do things with him. One of those typical lives, just like everyone else. Why didn't they understand that?

 

Itachi threw the glass pieces in the trash and laid back in his bed, curling up under the covers. This cold was killing him; it felt like more of a cold, sudden urges to throw up (though he never did), constant coughing, a stuffed-up nose, and don't forget about the major headaches that just loved to pop out of nowhere.

 

Of course, when he was outside his room, he acted as if the cold wasn't so bad, only some coughing and sneezing. Not at all a big deal. But when he got to his room, he would sit in his bathroom for a good half hour, then sneak into his bed to try and force himself to sleep.

 

Itachi sighed and closed his eyes, slowly drifting to sleep, in spite of the lump in his throat, and the guilt for treating his brother so badly slowly coming over him.

 

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"Sasuke!" Mikoto called, while stirring the soup on the stove. Sasuke rushed into the kitchen, looking up at his mother.

 

"Yes, Okasan?" Sasuke asked, walking over to his mother's side. Poor baby. Itachi never gives you a chance, Mikoto thought to herself as she patted Sasuke's head. She set the wooden spoon next to the stove as she leaned down to become eye-to-eye with Sasuke.

 

"Could you go down to the store and get me some onions?" she asked, taking the money out of her pocket and putting it in Sasuke's hand. Sasuke nodded, holding the money tightly in his hand.

 

"Be careful. And--" she started, but was interrupted by Sasuke.

 

"Don't talk to strangers. I know, you say it everytime. Don't worry, nothing ever happens," Sasuke said, a weak smile appearing on his face. Mikoto giggled quietly, and hugged Sasuke quickly.

 

"Alright. But don't take any chances, okay?" she said, kissing his cheek. He nodded, and ran towards the door quickly, waving before he closed it again, walking down the path.

 

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"Itachi! Dinner!" Mikoto yelled up the stairs, and blinked when she heard nor response, or even a groan. She sighed and walked up the stairs, and knocked on Itachi's door.

 

"Itachi, it's dinner time," she said. Yet again, there was no response. Mikoto looked around, then slowly opened the door, surprised to even find it unlocked.

 

Mikoto smiled slightly at the sight of her older son. He was curled up in his blankets, hugging the pillow tightly. She walked over and caressed his cheek softly.

 

"C'mon, big boy, it's time for dinner," she said. Itachi finally opened his eyes, slapping her hand away from his face lightly. She pulled away and started walking towards the door.

 

"Hurry up," she said, and walked back downstairs to the kitchen. Itachi groaned as he stood up, and threw the pillow on the ground. Slowly, he walked downstairs and walked into the dining room, collapsing in one of the chairs.

 

"Well, we were going to have onion soup," Mikoto said to Fugaku, pouring soup into his bowl, "But a certain Sasuke hasn't returned with the onions yet, so I had to make a vegetable soup. Speaking of Sasuke." She looked at Itachi, who was finally starting to become awake again. At least, awake enough to realize she was meaning for him to go find the younger sibling. He sighed, and stood up from his chair, going towards the door to put his shoes on.

 

"Fine, fine. I'll go get the runt," he said, slipping his shoes on. Mikoto smiled lightly and poured soup into Itachi's bowl, even though he wasn't going to be sitting there anytime soon.

 

"Thank you. Be careful, and be quick. Your dinner will get cold." He nodded and was out the door in a second, just wanting to get it over with.

 

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The path to the store wasn't very long. It was only about a mile or so, and you got a good rest, because you waited in line for almost a half hour.

 

The whole time you walked to the store, the scenery was mainly forests and small houses in the distance. But there was an abandoned house halfway down the path, and it was not too far in the woods, and you could see it from the path. Not very well, but it was visible.

 

This time, when Itachi reached the part where you usually saw the house, he was surprised to find the house completely invisible, as if it wasn't even there anymore. He stopped, staring out, examining for the house, but found no trace of it. He shrugged, but stopped dead in his tracks.

 

On the ground was a kunai, and then a trail of blood leading into the forest. Itachi thought about following the trail, but found someone must've had to kill an animal with a kunai, dropped the kunai and dragged the dead body away. That was it.

 

After a while, he finally reached the store. He went inside and looked around, seeing Sasuke was not in the store, and then went to the clerk.

 

"Excuse me, but did you see a young boy come in here earlier?" he asked. The store clerk paused, then shook her head. Itachi thanked her anyways and then ran out of the store as fast as possible, determined to now follow that trail of blood.

 

But when he got there, the trail was completely gone, and so was the kunai.

 

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"I wonder what's taking him so long," Mikoto asked, swallowing a vegetable. Fugaku nodded, and looked up at her.

 

"I'm sure they're fine. Maybe he just took a short trip to another store to get something for himself with the change," he said, then looked back at his food. Mikoto smiled.

 

"You're probably right." They continued eating, tension filling the silence. Finally, footsteps were heard outside, but only one pair of feet were heard, and they were running. The door slammed open, and Itachi ran over to his parents, sweating on his face.

 

"He's gone."

 

 

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A/N: CLIFFHANGER! Ownd. Don't worry, next chapter up soon.