Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Requiem ❯ Chapter3 ( Chapter 3 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

“Take me with you.”

I heard a broken voice say those words before my mind even registered it belonged to me. The blood around my hand was turning a darker color as I turned my attention to that instead, it began to dry already. What a pity, I liked the deep scarlet and warmth of the fresh liquid. I just sat there staring at it, refusing to accept I uttered a word, refusing to accept that Itachi was still there seeing me like that. The pitiful human wreck in a heap on the floor of his own room in a pool of blood. Refusing to feel ashamed in front of him, refusing to accept my stupid mouth's plea for a helping hand. I was always like that…stubborn. Long pale fingers came into my vision as they lightly touched the dry redness covering the flash. I didn't understand him. Not than, not ever. Why wasn't he scolding me, leaving me, telling our parents, doing something instead of just kneeling in front of me like a statue.

“Why?” I snapped my head up at the question in surprise.

Shaking my head slowly an insane smile crept over my features accompanied by the same type of sound erupting from my lungs. A high pitched half laugh half sob as I looked at the hollow shell that was Itachi. His face was so beautiful, perfect from every angle, everything at the right place in the right shape but he wasn't there. A person wasn't there, not in the normal sense of the world. I've always wondered if niisan was even capable to feel anything at all. The blood rushed faster in my veins and thundered in my ears as the cool fingertips traced over the marred skin up to where my sweat's sleeves were jammed up. The chill in his eyes captivated me, my lips parted slightly as it sneaked cautiously over to my body, freezing me. There was no feeling in my limbs anymore, just the ice rushing through me and the numb pain in my chest. A single teardrop ran down my cheek, the first one in long years and I wasn't even sure if it was for me because I was so lonely…or for him because he was so empty…

“I leave tomorrow afternoon.” He said barely audible before getting up and starting to leave in one fluid, graceful move.

The magic was broken and I watched his retreating back in sudden terror. He was leaving me, he would be gone maybe for years again, and he was leaving me than at that moment. My legs acted on their own as I found myself jumping up and running after him catching his sleeve before he could open the door. He stood there, hand on the knob, unmoving with his back to me. I wished he would turn around, would smile at me.

“I…niisan…” his posture tensed and I was afraid he would lash out at me any moment or hit me…but he didn't. Instead he turned his head just enough to look over his shoulder with the closest thing to an emotion I've ever seen on him.

His gaze wondered to the arm I had latched onto him, the same arm that was covered in dried blood. Relaxing again he faced me taking it into a hand more gently than I'd expected and started for my bathroom. Surprised and happy he wasn't going anywhere yet I followed him without a word. Let him open the tap and rinse out the cuts without a sound even though it hurt no matter how careful he tried to be. He was the only person knowing about this, not even Naruto. I loved and trusted him as a friend but this was my pride…and I had none left in front of Itachi now. He gave me a questioning look when he determined nothing else can be done with water.

“In my room…under the pillow.” I mumbled feeling like a 5 year old.

He sat me on the bed taking a spot next to me and wrapped my lower arm with the gauze he found there without a word. I felt relieved and thankful for that. The last thing I needed was someone telling me off again. Surveying his work he carefully turned the bandage from one side to the other before letting go. My heart skipped a beat at that and I immediately grabbed his shirt in a silent plea for him to stay. He cared, at least he seemed to care in his own way and that was all I needed at the moment. Comfort. Even if he showed no emotion towards me he was there. For me. He was the only person ever there for me, to comfort me.

“Stay…” I said just above a whisper looking at the sheets at anything but him.

“I don't live here.” he stated simply taking a hold of my hand in a vain attempt to pry it off.

My hold tightened as I looked up at him. “No…I mean now…stay with me…I know you don't care but…” I averted my eyes again, his hand loosened on mine. “…I'm so alone…” the last part came out barely audible, choking on a sob as the reality of my own words hit me.

I had to laugh, a weak pathetic laugh while tears rolled down my cheeks. The hand sliding across my neck to the back of my head made me turn towards him with a surprised look, one that grew wide eyed when I was met with soft lips half way. They brushed along mine before disappearing again leaving only a tingling sensation behind. Unmoving I opened my eyes to look at Itachi but he was already half way to the door my hand having probably let go without me noticing somewhere along the line. I let out the breath I was holding when the door shut from the outside and my half brother was out of sight.

Forgetting all my other problems for the time being I shot up and rushed to my desk snatching the handy and speed dialing Naruto. It took about 10 beeps but he finally answered in an overly sleepy tone.

“M'lo.”

“Itachi kissed me!” I half screamed into the tiny machine's microphone.

“Mmm…what? Who is it?” I could just imagine the blond talking half asleep by that voice so I snapped at him.

“It's SASUKE you MORON! And my BROTHER just kissed me!”

Two minutes of silence came before I heard a very awake Naruto respond. “Did you just say Itachi Uchiha kissed you?”

“YESSS!!!!” I said relieved he finally got it.

“As in your brother?” I could hear caution in his tone.

“Yess moron how many Itachi Uchiha's do you know?” I ranted exasperated.

“Where?”

“On my FUCKIN LIPS!” I yelled the last part wanting to bitch slap the guy so bad at the moment.

“Oh…”

“Oh?” I raised both brows at that. Oh? What the fuck was that supposed to mean. Oh. “That all you can say?”

“Calm down Sa…”

“No! I won't calm down because my brother just kissed me.” I said arms flying around the room in an attempt to get my point across.

“Did he play tonsil hockey with you or what?” he laughed. He actually dared to laugh.

“No fucknut but…but..” how was I supposed to tell him what happened when even I didn't get it.

“See, than maybe it's just his weird way of showing affection.” he snickered.

“We're brothers. You don't kiss your brother on the lips. No way no how and…”

“Well he was always an odd ball.” he interrupted sounding too cheerful for my taste. “What happened?”

So I told him the whole story from when I left school, `cept for the cutting part. Best friend or not loosing face in front of one person per day is enough for me thank you very much. The damn bastard had the nerve to sound amused. That's one of my problems with Naruto. He means well but lives in a normal though wealthy family. His step dad loves him more than anything and he just doesn't grasp the reality of living in a Hell hole. When I told him about father he chuckled and said it's just a scolding I shouldn't over react though he did find the slap too harsh. He's not doing it on purpose but I just don't feel…understood by him when it comes to these things.

“Hold your horses Sas'ke and get to bed man.” He said in a tired voice after almost 2 hours. “S' 3 am.”

“Fine dobe…I just…wanted to talk to someone.” I sighed “Night, see ya Monday.”

“Nighty night.” he chirped sounding a bit dazed.

The tiny phone flicked shut with a click and I fell back on the bed not bothering to turn off the light on the desk or shower and change. I'd do it in the morning because frankly I did feel weary. The room was suddenly cold as the silence and memories washed over me. I hated to be alone, loathed it with all that I am because I had time to think than. Closing my eyes in an attempt to fall asleep only brought up images of Itachi's. I couldn't sleep, too many things were running through my head but as I drifted into a half awake half asleep state the stone set lines of that perfectly chiseled face morphed into a young boys features. A 9 or 10 year old Itachi's, a smiling one. Familiar feelings I've even forgotten since than came back, it had been so long ago and I was so small back than…but I loved his smile, I can clearly remember that and he loved me back. Or at least that's what I thought at the time but now I even questioned if my brother is even capable of feeling love, anything at all. Was he that good of an actor? Or are both real? The caring and the cold Itachi…the only thing I knew was that he seemed to understand me…in a way…not judge me or tell me I'm over reacting anything. He lived here, he knows, he has to know.

I found myself stalking down the hallway towards Itachi's old room hoping he would be there after I realized I don't even know where he's staying. And believe me you don't want to look for someone in the Uchiha compound in the middle of the night. It was huge and I mean HUGE in nearly an industrial way not to mention creepy as Hell it being an old building. Shadows chased in every corner, the pictures of the deceased family members seemed to follow you with their eyes in the blue silver light of the full moon shining through the huge windows. Pulling the blanket tighter around my body I quickened my pace scanning my surroundings suspiciously from the corner of my eyes. The place still gave me the creeps especially at night. My room used to be the one next to niisan's when he still lived there, so I could go over to his when I was afraid. Which happened often, he didn't seem to mind though and even let me sleep in his bed sometimes. At others he would go over to mine with me and stay until I fell asleep.

I had to change rooms due to a renovation after I skilfully flooded my old room and a good part of the corridor falling asleep while running the water for a bath. It had been a year ago when I was 14 and preparing for my final exams. Father wasn't over joyed to say the least and I still have scars from his belt on my back and legs. I got another room on the far end of the hallway away from the workings. At that point I had no reason to object anymore but now I wished I had moved back to my old chamber so I could just walk into the other.

Finally reaching my destination I debated on knocking but it seemed useless. Even if he is in there and not in another room he's probably asleep and won't hear me anyway.

So I opted for trying the handle. It gave away, the hinges turning with a light squeak as one side of the huge double winged door opened. My heart skipped and I had to give a small smile in triumph. Father was seriously paranoid and kept everything shut if not used so niisan had to be there. Slipping through the gap I closed the door once again as silently as I could, than proceeded towards the bed but stopped in the middle of the room when I realized I had no clue what I was going to do. I wasn't even sure why I was there in the first place, it just seemed like a good idea to look for Itachi at 4 am at the time I got out of bed.

My chest became heavy and my heart fell audibly, at least to my own ears as it dawned on me that he would probably be mad if I woke him up in the middle of the night. Why would he want to see me especially at that hour. I was a no one for him, I had been for years. The whole situation was stupid. I wanted something I could never have again, I wanted niisan back but he wasn't my niisan anymore. He was Itachi, brother, the soulless statue my niisan turned into years ago. Why would he care if I feel lonely, why would he care if I'm sad? That in mind I took a shaky breath turning to leave.

“Sasuke…” his voice broke the silence stopping me in mid step.

“You were awake.” I stated in the same soft tone he used.

My only answer was the low ruffling of sheets making me look back. He was now facing me, the moonlight illuminating his face in a silver glow through the french windows and made his coal eyes sparkle like gems. He just lay there on his side, unmoving, not asking anything. “I…” biting my lip I stared at the ground even though it was impossible for him to see me, shuffling my weight from one foot to the other nervously. I was afraid he would tell me to leave any minute now.

“Why are you here?” it sounded like thunder in the still of the night making me jump even though he said it silently.

“You're not telling me to leave?” I whispered still looking at my toes.

“Do you want me to?”

“NO!” I half yelled frantically eyes darting up to him.

I couldn't believe I was really hearing the amused chuckle coming from Itachi, silencing me more effectively than a gag. I've never heard him laugh since we were children, I had no idea it would be such a smooth velvety sound. “Come here.” He patted a spot beside him, mirth still evident in his voice.