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Possession

Disclaimer: I own none of Naruto
characters. They rightly belong to Masashi Kishimoto-sensei.
But I do own some of the characters that I made up to be members of Akatsuki.

Warning: Yaoi. Incest.
Violence. Bondage. Semi-rape. Crossdressing. Some OCs.
If you find any of the said materials disturbing, I suggest you leave this page
immediately. You've been warned, so don't flame me about that.

Pairing: Itachi/Sasuke, Sasuke/Naruto, and
slight Neji/Naruto. Eventually Itachi/Sasuke

Note: Here we finally have sweet ItaSasu
after many chapters of sadistic and tormenting incest. ::sweatdrops::
If you read my pairing note of recent chapters and the way the story proceeds
you should have known by now that this story will end with Itachi/Sasuke.
I have to say I'm really sorry for Sasuke/Naruto fans
but this story is called 'Possession' for a good reason and besides, you can
always find a lot of good SasuNaru stuffs out there.
(Not that I say my story is good, though.) I'm sorry for disappointing you.

Still, this story will have some SasuNaru
bits in the upcoming chapters. Hope that will cheer you up a
bit. Sorry again and thank you for reading.

Chapter XI: Falling Facade

Rain, rain, rain. Cold and wet tingled his burning skin. Burning...white-hot pain...so
painful...spreading all over his wounded skin. Large
splashes of the grey rain showering down on him hurt badly yet it helped cool
down the burning heat. His senses were dulled and numb yet even if it was just
vaguely, he still registered being held so tight and protective in somebody's
arms. It felt strangely secured and yet familiar...

But why did it feel so familiar?

Even if his sub-conscious part knew the reason oh-so-clearly,
at this state of head-spinning fever, he didn't want to dare think.

...Were he to open his
eyes now, would he see the one and only person he wished and longed for? Or
would he meet with those eyes of emptiness that was his nightmare for many
nights?

Those strong arms gently put him down. He could feel the
blemished skin of his back, through the thin fabric of his robe, press against
the solid tree trunk. The earth beneath him was soft, almost liquidized and
slippery. Usually the footprints would be easily tracked with the muddy earth
but with the rain that seemed to never stop, the traces were washed away no
matter how many times they were made. And here, he was. Alone
in the darkness behind his eyelids yet if he were to open his eyes...would he
still be alone with the same emptiness in his heart?

If he opened his eyes, would he be able to accept another
reality after another dream he had just woken up? Or would he still dream the
illusion he had lost himself in? So many dreams to wake from.
So many lies that seemed so real. But...after
everything that happened...what was the worst he could fear?

And slowly...the raven haired-boy cracked his eyes open...

The world he saw was spinning, his entire body still
convulsing from the pain from the curse seal. There, in front of him, was an
image of a dark silhouette standing tall in stark of the white-lightning sky. Sasuke squinted his eyes, trying
to make out the face and other details of that image. Through his glazed
obsidian orbs everything he saw was soft and blurry yet he still recognized it.
That face... How could he forget?

It was his older brother. Yet it wasn't the twenty-one-year-old
cruel criminal of the now that he loathed...

The trace of emotionless mask and harshness of years all
faded from that handsomely sculpted face, leaving only the familiar sight of a
long-gone premature face with eyes no longer the shade of bloody crimson but
the blackness of midnight obsidian. The face of the one long-gone, the one long-dead...
The one he so longed for.

The face of his 13-year-old big brother. The kind one who would never hurt him.

His already glazed eyes burnt with fresh tears, feeling the
gentle touch of that beautiful hand on his cool cheek. The hand was cold--as
cold as the rain currently pouring--yet at least...

It felt real.

Slowly, the younger one's hand began to move, finding its
way up, seeking desperately for that one single hand of his beloved brother as
if fearing that it would disappear like afternoon mist. Weak, shaking fingers clumsily
bounded themselves around the other's as they found
them, pleading their silence plea for this person to stay.

"Nii-san..."

A ghostly whisper escaped the boy's dainty lips--so feeble
like a sigh of weakening breath. For once he wasn't ashamed of crying openly. He
needed this. He wanted this. He longed for this. So many days
of pretending, so many nights of weeping. Illusion or not, he didn't
care. He didn't want to care. And that moment, the icy facade of the proud lion
fell, crumbling into thousand shards of tiny bits. Crystal tears fell down his
stinging cheeks, falling and falling as if it couldn't be stopped anymore. All
the pain once restrained there, all the sorrow once hidden behind those eyes...all
were pouring out.

Sasuke held onto his brother's
hand like there was no tomorrow. He didn't believe in tomorrow. Not anymore. So
many lies...so many pains...

"Tomorrow, Sasuke."

Those words and a usual poke on his
forehead.
He used to believe it. Every time. He wanted to
believe it even though he knew it already that Itachi
never kept his promise.

Never.

Crying and crying, his tears fell--glistering like
magnificent gems in this stormy night of chaos. Lightning flashed from time to
time, along with the almighty roars of thunder over the sound of broken sobbing.

A young raven haired-boy cried and cried, sitting alone on
the silent swing. He cried so hard, his voice became croaked and dry and no
more tear coming out of his reddened eyes. Where was his brother when he needed
him? "Nii-san, where're you?" A small sob
escaped the young boy's quivering lips but even waiting and waiting there until
night fell...and tiredness and slumber claimed him...the boy was still alone. Waiting
and waiting...he waited...until dawn came...but his brother wasn't there yet.

How could he be there? How could he be there for him when
the one drying his tears was the same one that made him cry?

Behind the veil of the poor boy's self-induced illusion, Itachi's red eyes widened at the unexpected sight. His
proud brother was crying openly--crying and sobbing and trembling--like a
helpless little child he had been. ...Do I need to grind these fallen pieces
into dust?

That slender hand clinging onto his...those tears staining
those pale cheeks...those lips slightly quivering...how many years that had
cruelly passed, it was his little brother all the same.

"You look as if you were going to cry."

Liar. Liar. Liar.

'So what, brother? So what if I
do cry?'

Hate. Hate. Hate.

'Do you even care if I cry?'

Stop playing games. So tired of pretending.

"Nii-san, I love you."

"...While I waste my time lying to you all these years,
you're still bad at lying, Sasuke." Itachi voiced softly, crouching down in front of his little
brother. His free hand moved up to tuck the grey rope Sasuke
wore open to have a better look at the curse seal. It spread its ugly pattern
all over Sasuke's skin and was swallowing him bit by
bit, draining his life energy. Yet...

"Nii-san...nii-san..." The boy mumbled feverishly, squeezing the
hand he held tight and brought it up to his wet face. Tears didn't stop falling
from those eyes of his and some of the clear droplets fell on to Itachi's backhand. "..." Just like those old
times, as if it was his instinct, the older Uchiha
reached out and wiped those warm tears away from his brother's face. Only to pause a moment later to stare in surprise at the blasted pattern
that faded away where he had touched.

Even myself can't deny it. I do
still care for you, little brother.

"...Whatever I do, little brother, you seem to never
hate me enough, do you?"

More crystal rivulets of tears joined the rain in a muddy puddle
on the soft earth--each droplet with an almost inaudible sound of splashing. Yet
their owner had only vague idea of them as the thin robe he wore was being
tucked open, revealing his bare skin to the raining world. But what was so
different? With or without that robe, it was still cold all the same. Sasuke's skin was cool like that of the tombstone yet
underneath the boy was being burnt alive with the unbearable hotness of the
curse seal. Cold yet hot at the same time. His body
tensed and trembling like mad.

Finishing with undressing his brother, the older Uchiha gently pulled the lithe form into his arms. His
clothes might be wet but it was a lot better than what Sasuke
had. And slowly but firmly, his free hand start to
roam his brother's naked form, feeling every bit of that porcelain skin. Every
single cut, every single bruise--some he caused by himself, some Sasuke had from his fight before--he didn't miss. Soon
those ugly patterns started to fade from Sasuke's
skin as if they had never been there before wherever it was touched.

Curse seal...the symbol of hatred. Hatred caused by the
unforgivable sin that hand had committed. Yet...that same hand...it was now
doing the healing. The same hand.

The killing hand, the healing hand.

As he did this, unable to deny the old caring big brother
inside him that was stirred awake again, Itachi
couldn't help feeling a twinge of forbidden desire rushing through him again...with
every touch...every stroke...feeling everything that was his brother.

In response to those touches, a subtle moan, almost like a
cat mewling, escaped Sasuke's lips. Even with his
pleasant dream of a loving brother he so wished for, he still couldn't stop
himself from responding to those sinful touches that meant more than just
brotherly he had experienced as of late. He mewed again, feeling Itachi's gentle hand slide languidly down his thigh, chasing
away the foul mark. And the younger Uchiha pressed
himself closer to the warm body embracing him, resting his head on the other's
well-built chest, listening to the heartbeat inside to ensure himself of this
reality. His other arm sneaked itself around his older brother's waist and
stayed there.

Sasuke gasped as Itachi's hand ran pass his sensitive spot. It sent sparks
of sudden lust surging through his body and he couldn't stop it anymore. Despite
the weak state his body was in, he quickly brought his brother hand, which he
was cradling, up to his lips. Pink tongue darted out to give a small but
effective lick, which made the older Uchiha jerk in
surprise. Yet Itachi recovered a milli-second
later and crushed their lips together in a deep, long-lasting kiss. Their
tongues danced and entwined together in a battle of dominance until the younger
one was forced to surrender, letting his brother tongue slip inside his
intoxicating mouth.

With their lips still locked in their passionate kiss, Sasuke slid down the tree trunk he was leaning against. His
arm, the one that used to be around Itachi's waist, slid
up to grab one of his brother's strong shoulders and pulled him down on top of
him.

"Stay with me."

.......................................................................................................................................

"I told you to just go there and rescue Sasuke back not to fight a war but you didn't listen, do
you, Naruto?" Tsunade
scowled at the young teen sitting on a wooden chair in front of her, leaning
back and forth.

"Shh. Not so loud, old hag! Your
voice will wake him up!" Naruto retorted. Of all
the people going on the mission and had a real fight, the blond boy seemed to
be the one least hurt thanks to the Kyuubi.

"Oh, so you're doing a good job keeping your voice low?"
She asked, still scowling, her voice lower its volume a bit, though. "And
who're you calling an old hag?" Naruto stuck his
tongue out at her but she pretended that she didn't see it and went on with her
rant: "With their hideout discovered and partly destroyed, thanks to your
handiwork, the Akatsuki will surely move to a new
place and it will be even more complicated to detect them...You really did a
bad job, Naruto."

Naruto pouted.

Tsunade sighed. "Still,
there was someone who had enough responsibility and brain. We still have some
information of the people connected with them left thanks to Neji and his team." On hearing Neji's
name, it suddenly hit Naruto. "How is Neji? He didn't get it that bad, did he?"

"Unfortunately, he did." The fifth hokage sighed again. "Getting nasty cuts all over with
some specially made string-like weapon. With the weapon user's chakra still
remained in the wounds, it interferes my healing..."

Baby blue eyes widened as he heard that. "Sure you will
be able to heal him, right, baba?
Right?"

"..."

"Tsunade-baba, y-" Before
Naruto could speak his whole sentence, Tsunade quickly interrupted. "Hey, since
when is there any wound that I can't heal?" Godaime
gave him her reassuring smile of confidence before she crouched down from her
standing position to the blond boy's eyes level. "Stop acting like some
mother hens." She said, resting a finger on his nose. "What!?"

"I already have so many work
and now you're making me do twice more." Her eyes darted toward the
sleeping raven haired-boy on the bed. That one finger of hers started to poke Naruto there again and again. "If you want to play a
mother hen, then lend me a helping hand and take care of one of your lovely
chicks, ok?" And with one last not so gently poke on his nose, she left
the room, leaving a red nosed-Naruto, who hadn't
finished processing the words she had said yet behind.

"......................."

And it was some time after the honorable fifth hokage had left that, a loud yell
could be heard. "What do you mean my chicks!? Damn you, old hag!"

But alas, Tsunade wasn't there to
hear him anymore.

"...Uhn..." The sound
coming from the bed caught Naruto's attention. He sat
back on his chair and turned to see his teammate's obsidian eyes flutter open.

"..." The young Uchiha
blinked a few times at the bright light of the room before his eyes finally
adjusted to it and took in the surrounding. Here, he remembered, was the Konoha hospital. He was on the bed...Naruto
was on the chair beside him...but there was no sign of his brother...

He shut his eyes again. Images of what had happened some
time before flashed in his mind...

I ask you to stay but you never do, do you, brother?

TBC

Ok. I will stop this chapter here. This isn't the ending yet
though I could end it all here if I'm evil and lazy enough. But no, dear reader,
there're still something that need to be covered. I hope this chapter isn't too
boring for your taste seeing that it's long and a lot of adjectives have been
used. ::sweatdrops::

Anyway, could you please kindly leave me a review? Please? ::puppy dog eyes::
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