Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Taking Your Life Back ❯ And so You're Alone Again ( Chapter 8 )

His dreams were non-interrupted that night. Not a single sound could stir him, not a movement. This night, he had gotten what he most wanted, and not in an animalistic lust either. He had gotten Naruto body and soul, almost like a possession, he thought. Naruto was his now, all Sasuke's. And no one could change that fact. No one could change the fact that Sasuke had taken Naruto's virginity and lost his own in turn. It brought warmth to his pale exposed stomach.

 

“Mmh...” Sasuke moaned as his arms stretched out to feel the boy he had just committed such pleasurable sin with to find nothing, air the only thing to comb his fingers through, not sunshine hair. No warm lightly scarred cheeks to stroke, only oxygen.

 

This was enough of a reason for Sasuke to open his tired eyes to nothingness. Lying on his stomach, he pivoted himself with his elbows, looking around his lonely room for that mop of sunshine. Peering out the window, the streetlamps continued to burn out dimmed light in this dark, dark morning. The alarm clock on the right-side table told him it was only 6:13 AM...Merry Christmas.

 

Throwing the sheets off the bed quickly, his naked and soiled body was met with cold crisp air. Inhaling sharply, he dashed for his walk-in closet to pull on a pair of tight jeans before running for the stairs. Turning lightly to one side, he speedily jogged down the stairs to come upon his brother. He stopped so abruptly, he nearly tumbled the rest of his way down.

 

“What the fuck are you doing here?!” he cried. Itachi's half mast eyes, followed Sasuke's quickly darting ones, and a smirk lit his pale face.

 

“...I came home early to wish my baby brother a merry Christmas, but he seemed to already have had a merry Christmas indeed, how Naruto-kun limped so painfully...”

 

Sasuke froze every part of his body, his breathing stopped momentarily as his eyes widened at his pleased brother.

 

“...What did you...?” Sasuke whispered. Itachi narrowed his already narrowed eyes further, shifting his stance to a more comfortable hand on the hip while the other dropped to the side.

 

“...He refused my offer, so I threw him out,” Itachi casually sighed out, shaking his head, “...I mean, he slept with you, why not me too?”

 

Sasuke stood before his brother, his fists shaking with clenched teeth.

 

Itachi smiled again.

 

The brawl broke out then and there. Sasuke let out a loud and angry cry as he punched at Itachi. But this was his brother he was picking a fight with. This man had taught him everything he knew. Itachi stepped to the side, lazy footwork taunting Sasuke every movement he made. Itachi didn't throw any punches, kicks, or any matter of violence in bodily harm. He stepped to the side, ducked, jumped, and blocked with his forearms every time Sasuke attempted another brute throw of his body.

 

“...You do know this is pointless, don't you, little brother...?” he whispered in Sasuke's ear, when he was close enough with chance. Sasuke growled loudly and punched out, but Itachi caught it with his palm. Grasping onto his fist tightly, Sasuke struggled to get free by using his other hand, but was only then caught too. Trying to kick, Itachi only brought up his knee to shield. Itachi blew out a harsh sigh at his brother's stupidity as said boy continued to fight loudly, yelling and cursing Itachi with everything he had.

 

“...Stop it!” Itachi growled, and Sasuke seethed quietly, listening to his elder's orders for now.

 

“...If you're so mad about him being thrown out, go find him, genius. Bring him back, if you want, I just know that if you do, you BOTH will regret it...I'd side with Naruto's regret the most, little brother...You don't want to know what I want to do to him...”

 

Itachi let go with a thrust of his palms, sending Sasuke sprawling backwards onto his back, crashing down on the smooth tile floor. Itachi leered over him thoughtfully for a moment before stalking away to his own business.

 

With a deep breath, Sasuke launched himself from the floor in a movement of speed and strength before clumsily dashing out the big front door into the snow, clad only in jeans.

 

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“...Sleep with me...” he huskily blew into his ear. Naruto was trembling.

 

“No way! What the fuck are you th-thinking?!” he cried out, but Itachi hushed him with a timid kiss, pale lips to rosy. Naruto choked back a protest, violent tremors starting up in his heart. Itachi smiled as he lazily dragged his black fingernails over white scratch marked cheeks. Naruto's breathing near stopped.

 

“...Shh...You should be quiet Naruto-kun...Wouldn't want to wake Sasuke, would we? That'd make me quite angry with you...That's not a good thing to make me.”

 

Pressed to the wall, and a corner, mind that, Naruto had no way of escaping. His fingers were pushing against the wall in a way that said he was not pleased with this turn of events, though Itachi was. To come home after a great party with Kisame, resulting with a lot of tonsil hockey and drinking, and find a beautiful half-naked blonde trying to limp his way down the stairs, was truly a wonderful thing indeed.

 

Naruto was still shivering like a seizure was about to start up, but feeling Itachi's mouth tongue the evidence of his and Sasuke's night together through hickeys, he punched Itachi in the back, kicking and squirming. His angry voice lit up with a growl.

 

“Get the fuck OFF ME, you ASSHOLE! I'd NEVER sleep with you, even if you PAID ME, I would never have sex with you! You dirty rotten scumbag perv-Ah!”

 

Naruto's head was forced back violently as black fingernails pierced through his scalp to the point of bleeding, fistfuls of hair jerking painfully. Naruto squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his teeth, feeling trickles of blood stain his hair. Tears coursed down his cheeks as Itachi jerked his hair again, most likely taking a chunk of the sunshine with him. His breath blew across his Adam's apple, making Naruto start up his trembling once again.

 

“...Rape is too noisy...Sasuke would wake up for sure to save you...I doubt even a gag could stop your loud voice anyway...You're one lucky whore, you know?” Itachi whispered in Naruto's ear. Naruto swallowed a sob shakily, a strange whimper escaping unwillingly.

 

“...I'd get out of here before I take up the idea of violating you, if I were you...Don't think I won't either...”

 

With that, Itachi jerked Naruto's hair out of his grasp, and picking up the discarded blanket Naruto had brought down with him, he threw it at the sunshine boy's face harshly before hauling him up by the neck and tossing him out the door. Naruto tumbled in the snow helplessly, landing in a large pile of the pure white of winter. He was still shaking as he watched Itachi sneer at him, the door closing with a creak and then a resounding slam.

 

Naruto knew he'd have to leave the house at one point...Just not so soon...

 

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Sasuke ran through the streets bare foot, but the frozen ground meant nothing to him. Naruto's apartment was only a little bit farther in the distance, and running up the path to the stairs, he climbed them with ease. Unfortunately, he didn't know which door was his. But his search was over before it began as he came across a door adorn with childish stickers and posters of bands Naruto had talked to him about before, and hell, he had even promised the brat to take him to a concert, when one of his interest came to town.

 

Letting out a loud breath, he pounded on the door.

 

“Naruto?! Hey Naruto! Look, Itachi is just a bastard, and I'm sorry for what he did to you, but I'll protect you with everything I've got, so PLEASE answer me!!”

 

When no movement was heard, he pounded again, calling out his name. Trying the door knob, it was locked. But with strong determination and anger, Sasuke raised a foot to crash down against it, throwing the door open with a hard kick.

 

He rushed in and called out his name only once more before realizing Naruto wasn't there.

 

There wasn't anything there.

 

Panic set in Sasuke's head. Had he run away? Had Itachi threatened him to the point where he would actually move away? Had he been robbed? His mind was racing with ideas, but none of them sounded like something Naruto would do. He'd pick one hell of a fight with a burglar, and Naruto was strong. He'd never get so freaked out by Itachi he'd actually move. Naruto would never run away for something near trivial as Itachi.

 

Sasuke thought he'd get an answer from the head office of the building, and opening the door to the one roomed building, the woman at the desk blushed darkly at the fact of Sasuke's shirtless ness.

 

“...Excuse me, do you know what has happened to Uzumaki Naruto of number 313?” Sasuke asked, ignoring the stuttering features of the brunette. She coughed to try and regain her composure.

 

“I...I'm sorry, Uzumaki Naruto was evicted about 2 weeks ago for lack of payment. His possessions have been taken by the landlord as consolation,” she said quietly.

 

Sasuke would have liked words to describe himself at that moment, something he could call himself other than shocked or surprised or stunned. This was something more.

 

Was this why he broke down in the mall...? Because he had lost everything?

 

`...And with him spending the week at my house for Christmas...He had a place to stay before having to find another...This was why he wanted to stay over...? Or was it because of me...?' Sasuke thought with wide eyes. Dashing out the door to leave a confused woman behind, he tried to regulate his breathing.

 

`But where are you now...?!'

 

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Naruto sneezed as he made his way through the town, loose shorts and a blanket his only warmth and protection from the cold. He could have sworn his hair was gathering ice crystals on the tips.

 

“Now...” he whispered to himself, “I don't have any money, adult support I can contact, friends awake at this hour on a Christmas day, no possessions...”

 

Naruto scoffed with a small grin.

 

“...Not even a cardboard box...”

 

It was still snowing, when Naruto began his search for a new home, if not temporary. The grey blanket wrapped tightly around his chest was beginning to tatter and drag upon the snowy ground, but he had not the thought of caring. He was getting dizzy and let out another sneeze.

 

`And I just got better, dammit!' Naruto cried to himself, `Fuck, I must be really sensitive to the cold...'

 

“...Naruto...?”

 

A grin brought itself to my lips as I turned to the one calling my name.

 

“...Merry Christmas, Gaara...”

 

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How is it that every time I write about Itachi in a Sasuke X Naruto fic, all my fans hate him? XD Seriously, I AM Itachi, practically. Ultimate Itachi cosplayer TO THE MAX. He's one of my favorite characters, though I don't really have just one favorite. But really, I try to make him as in character as I possibly can. XD Don't use it against me to flame poor Itachi. HE ONLY WANTS TO LOVE! XD I kid. I love reviews!!! :3