Murder & Avenger | By : UchihaAya Category: Naruto > General Views: 927 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Konnichiwa minna!! ^^ Whoa, I can't believe I got 6
reviews in my last yaoi xD lol Sorry just had to say it ^^ And yeah, most likely
I'm writing a sequel (as soon as I'm done with this one)
So now, talking about this one ^^ Hmmm I just had
to write an ITaSasu, sorry. I'm just so in love with them *_* It's only gonna
have 2 chapters... and I really hope you like this oen and give me some
feedback, because the second chapter (publishing it, actually) depends on that
xD So, well, eyah... that xD
Oh and, I didn't know how to name this fic... so if
you can help... xD
Untitled (Back
home)
1st
Chapter
Everything was
dark. Not a single light. Curtains were shut, and the moon was probably shining
outside. But the only light he could see was a pair of red bright eyes looking
at his body with odd lust.
*
* *
- FB -
“What are you
doing here?” he asked.
The wind didn’t
seem to find a way and dared to run through the two boys ferociously. The
younger had run away from that forgotten old prison that someone had as a house,
and ran into the person he hated the most in the world.
“You’re on my
way,” a frozen, deep voice said without looking at him. “Get away before you
lose your pathetic life.”
“You… fucking
bastard…” he muttered, clenching his fists in anger. But then he went on
walking, ignoring his brother, who couldn’t hide his surprise.
Sasuke had his
hair long, like his brother’s, all messy, as if he had just scurried away from a
fight he could never win. He was wearing the clothes that once belonged to
Kimimaro, as if he was condemned to be what the other boy was meant to be. They
were a bit too big for Sasuke. Someone would have thought he looked cute, if it
wasn’t for the blood and scratches that covered his silky face and body. He
could barely walk, and leaned against the trees every now and then.
Itachi didn’t
take his eyes off him. He didn’t move, not a single sound came out of his mouth.
Kisame was too scared to breath. Sasuke felt that gaze and looked back at his
brother before fainting.
- End FB –
*
* *
Sasuke felt a
warm touch caressing his wounded skin; tender fingers healing them. He felt his
body reacting to those well-known hands, and thought of the many times that
other hated person had tried to do the same. This time he didn’t want to run
away. It felt good. He wanted to stay.
*
* *
- FB –
“Looks like he
managed to escape from Orochimaru…”
“Saa… maybe
he’s really become stronger… will have to check.”
Sasuke opened
his black eyes. He felt confused and dizzy. His head was spinning and that last
sentence was stuck on it. His brother had said… that? It couldn’t be.
He looked
around and found himself on a bed next to a window. Night was falling, and the
leaves of the trees were being moved gently by the breeze. It hurt. He touched
his right arm: he could hardly move it. No one had healed his wounds. It was
normal: he was alone. He had other wounds to heal, more important ones. And one
of them was next door. But his body wouldn’t move.
He noticed he
was still wearing Kimimaro’s clothes: Orochimaru’s reminding of what he was:
just his new toy. But he happened to be an insubordinate and disobeying one. And
it happened to excite Orochimaru even more.
Sasuke shook
his head trying to rip that thought off and burn it. He stood up, slowly and
painfully. He walked staggering. He realized how much blood he had lost, and
fell in front of the door, kneeling, absent-minded. Itachi entered the room and
took him to bed, leaving some food on the table.
- End FB –
*
* *
The young boy
closed his eyes while his neck was being kissed with sudden tenderness. A hand
stroke his now long and combed ebony hair as it used to do it long ago. It felt
so comfortable to be in those strong and well-known arms, that his lips traced
an involuntary smile.
*
* *
- FB -
When Sasuke
opened his eyes, his wounds were healed. He blinked in disbelief: had they
healed by themselves or…? No, the suddenly healing wounds were more reasonable
than that other thought.
He stood up and
looked through the windows: it was around midnight. He didn’t know where he was.
He only knew that he could se the forest from the window. Sasuke heard the
sounds of the nights and a chill ran through his body. He embraced himself and
realized Kimimaro’s clothes were gone: he was chest-naked, wearing black pants
and his usual bandage and shoes. Sasuke kept on looking at his clothes: he knew
them, he had seen them before. Without a doubt: they were Itachi’s old clothes.
But how? He left the room and ran through the well-known corridors and when he
exited the house, met his brother in the way leading to the main Uchiha house.
“I thought it’d
be unfair fighting you with all those wounds,” said Itachi’s imperturbable
voice.
“Why are we
here?” asked Sasuke.
“To go on where
we left it, stupid little brother. Didn’t you want to kill me?”
“You weren’t
interested on me, don’t you remember?”
“You’ve escaped
from Orochimaru. That must mean something.”
“I don’t have
time for you,” stated Sasuke.
“You know I’ll
attack you, and you know you’ll answer, whatever you say…”
The younger
stared at his brother, clenching his fists. Itachi stared back at him, almost
smiling sarcastically. He knew that Sasuke wouldn’t leave. He was like him.
“What about
that hand of yours?” asked Sasuke. “Can’t you use it?”
“There’s no
need for it,” answered Itachi. “Scrawny people don’t deserve to see my real
strength.”
“You’re gonna
have to use it this time, bastard...
Kuchiyose chii hebi no yuugi!”
Itachi didn’t
have time to see Sasuke’s movements. Before he could realize, thousands of
little snakes were surrounding his brother, protecting his master, and a high
number of them were approaching Itachi with no god intentions. He tried to avoid
them, but he couldn’t move: snakes coming out of the ground were grabbing his
legs, and soon he was completely trapped.
“Wrong move,
brother,” said Itachi behind Sasuke.
But the
15-year-old boy pierced his brother’s stomach with a kunai that had appeared out
of the blue, and Itachi vanished.
“Trying to fool
me with a bunshin, aniki?” asked Sasuke’s voice with scorn.
- End FB –
*
* *
“You’ve trapped
me again, stupid little brother…” whispered Itachi feeling Sasuke’s strong arms
embracing him. “Shit…”
*
* *
- FB -
Sasuke smirked.
He didn’t have the intention to kill his brother. He only wanted to prove him he
was strong, to make him suffer, even if it was just a bit.
“Sweet dreams…”
said Itachi, and his eyes turned scarlet.
It had been
really arduous, but he had finally gotten rid of those charka-sucking snakes.
When had Sasuke become so strong? Using the tsukiyomi would be a bit boring, but
the last time he had used it on Sasuke it had proved how weak he was. However,
he was surprised to see his brother looking back at him, still smiling, with red
snake-like eyes.
“What the
fuck…” he thought.
“It won’t work
aniki. You’re gonna have to try better than that…”
“Perfect,”
Itachi said. He didn’t do any seal, and soon Sasuke was surrounded by
blood-longing tigers.
They attacked
him heartlessly, and when Sasuke got to kill one, two more appeared. He fought
and fought, but there always seemed to be more tigers than at the beginning.
Itachi smiled. Was he proud of Sasuke’s progress? He stepped forward and noticed
his tigers had Sasuke cornered near a tree. The eldest brother moved his right
hand, and thin and delicate threads of charka came out of his fingers, tying
Sasuke to the tree.
“Got ya…”
Sasuke tried to
get rid of those threads, but he couldn’t. He moved ferociously but there was
nothing to do: Itachi would always be stronger. He was the fucking prodigy,
wasn’t he? Nevertheless, Itachi had chosen him. Didn’t it mean something?
“AAAHHH!!!!” he
screamed.
Sasuke hadn’t
realized Itachi was walking towards him with a kunai in his left hand, and now
he was playing at cutting Sasuke’s flesh with it. The young boy couldn’t believe
it: it hurt him like nothing before. Why? It was just another wound: blood
slipping down his skin, the one to blame smiling, having fun… The same patterns.
But there was something different: it wasn’t Orochimaru, he couldn’t escape, and
Itachi was playing and tasting his blood.
“What are you?”
asked Sasuke.
“I was just
wondering how my blood would taste,” sighed Itachi licking his lips. “I’ve never
bleed, and you’re the closest I’m gonna get to it…”
“You’re
insane.”
“And what are
you?” he smirked.
Itachi went on
cutting his brother’s chest and arms, but the boy didn’t cry nor whine anymore.
He had his eyes closed, and only opened it when he felt Itachi licking his
chest, drinking his blood.
“Wanna taste
it?” asked the eldest.
“You sick man…
leave me alone…”
“Then fight
me.”
“You…”
“You want to
taste it, don’t you?”
Sasuke couldn’t
answer, because Itachi’s mouth was sealing his with a deep kiss. The young boy
thought it was nasty, disgusting, that his brother was com-ple-te-ly insane… but
then he found himself kissing him back, tasting his blood from his brother’s
tongue… and liking it.
“Yo… didn’t you
say I was insane?” Itachi asked with scorn. “Then why have you answered?”
Sasuke didn’t
know what to say. He didn’t know why, he couldn’t find a reason, and the only
one he could think of was scary enough to want to die.
Itachi’s finger
ran through Sasuke’s chest, collecting more blood. He licked it and then grabbed
his little brother’s face with his right hand, releasing him from his charka
threads.
“Let’s go…” his
deep voice whispered.
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