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Fallen Angels	By : memoriesofdarkness Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Itachi/Sasuke Views: 3601 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Back to Normal POV
Also, for those who are wondering... no, I haven't forgotten about Naruto XP He'll be back in the story soon!
They came out of the shower tangled in each other’s arms, their bodies clothed only from waist below. Their hair was still wet, water dripping down their shoulders and chests… the droplets mingling with one another and making wet trails over their naked flesh. Itachi held Sasuke close. Not kissing, not fondling. Just holding onto him, caressing the smooth skin, feeling the blood pulse through his veins.
To make sure this wasn’t just his imagination.

They had been lying together on the porch for almost half an hour before Itachi offered to take a bath together, which Sasuke had happily obliged. The bath had been calm and soothing, unlike their love-making which was full of raw passion. They’d washed each other with tenderness neither knew they possessed. They felt vulnerable… with their hearts bared in front of the other… and their bodies displaying the proof of their sinful emotions. All they wanted, all they needed right now, was the comfort that only the other could provide.

“Sasuke, you renovated the whole place, right?” Itachi asked while drying his brother’s hair with a dark blue towel.
“Yes.” Sasuke replied, his eyes closed, while enjoying his brother’s treatment. “But I didn’t change anything. I wanted to remember this place exactly how it used to be. So, I just recreated our old home.”
Our home… that sounds so warm…
They were in Sasuke’s room again, with the younger sitting on the edge of the bed and the older standing between his legs and soaking up the towel with any excess water remaining on his brother’s body.
“So…” Itachi’s voice dropped an octave. “My room…”
“Is the same as you used to keep it”, Sasuke opened his eyes and finished the sentence. He studied his brother’s face. Itachi was looking… nervous?
“Would you like to check it out, nii-san?”
Itachi looked dubious for a moment. Then he lowered his head and brushed the tip of their noses together.
“Yes”, he breathed. “I would very much like to.”

And so the brothers made their way to the older Uchiha’s room. They stopped in front of the closed door and Sasuke went ahead to put his hand on the door knob, ready to slide it open. But his hand was trembling. He closed his eyes and was glad for once that Itachi couldn’t see his face right now.
So many times he’d thought of this moment! Imagining scenario after scenario and playing them in his head over and over. And now… he really was here… about to go into the room Sasuke treated almost like a shrine. Had their feelings not been mutual, he wouldn’t have had any sort of expectations. But now… anxiety was clawing in his stomach. Would Itachi be able to understand? Would he see what Sasuke was trying to convey without words…?
“Sasuke…”
The deep voice snapped him from his thoughts and he composed himself before sliding the door open. He went inside first and switched on the lights. Then turned around to smile at his older brother.
“Welcome home, nii-san…” his voice quivered slightly. He’d always imagined welcoming his brother into this room, and to be able to do it for real just felt so good!
Itachi noticed the slightly unusual uptightness in his brother’s behavior and the strange welcome. Sasuke hadn’t welcomed him when he’d stepped through the main entrance just before lunch. So why now all of a sudden? With amusement and curiosity he took a step inside the room and looked around. Sasuke had indeed returned the room to its original state. Everything was just where it used to be, not a thing out of place. His bed was neatly made, soft white sheets gracing the surface. Pens and papers were carefully organized on the bedside table, just the way he liked. Every corner of the room was proof that someone was taking a lot of time to keep it in the best state. There wasn’t even a speck of dust anywhere. The room was practically sparkling. And somehow it seemed kind of odd.
“You sure clean up a lot”, he smiled. But when he looked at Sasuke, he saw a hint of nervousness in those eyes.
“Only this room…” Sasuke replied almost inaudibly.
And he understood what he found odd. This room was too clean, unlike the other rooms. Even Sasuke’s room had thin layers of dust over unused furniture. And now that he thought about it, the furniture in all the other rooms was covered in sheets to keep them from getting dirty. But this room… it was like someone was investing a lot of their time in taking care of it.
Wait…!
He looked at Sasuke again, studying his body language.
What are you trying to tell me little brother…?

Then he noticed the new addition. Just beside the papers, on the edge of the bedside table, was a picture frame. He walked over to the bed and took the frame in his hands. It was the same picture of them Sasuke had in his room. He smiled fondly, then turned his face to look at his brother.
“Here too?” he asked lightly. Not that he minded having his favorite photo in his room.
“Y-Yeah…” Sasuke was looking down. “… helps me sleep.”
Nii-san… don’t you understand yet?

Itachi stared at him, dumbfounded.
“You mean…”
“I sleep in this room.” Sasuke replied, this time with confidence. But his eyes still looked like they longed for something… for some kind of affirmation.
And then it hit him. Why this room was better treated, why Sasuke slept in here… it all became clear to him. He closed his eyes and allowed the memories to rush through his mind.

Sasuke playing in this room.
Sasuke waiting in this room for him to come back from a mission.
Sasuke sleeping with him after a nightmare.
Sasuke cuddling with him on a stormy night.
Sasuke.
Sasuke.
Sasuke.

He understood what his precious little brother was trying to say with his action. This was the place where most of their memories lingered. This room… it connected them together. And Sasuke wanted to show him how much he cared for that bond. Treating his room like a sanctuary… it was Sasuke’s way of telling him how much he treasured their moments together… how desperately he was clinging onto them.
Overwhelmed with the sudden realization, he rushed to his baby brother and wrapped his arms around the slim body, holding him from behind. He felt Sasuke tremble and tightened his grip. His head was buried on the younger’s neck as he inhaled his brother’s fragrance.
“I was lonely without you too…” he replied to the unspoken words.
Sasuke’s body relaxed in his embrace. But Itachi didn’t let go. Instead he held him tighter. Sasuke brought his hand up to stoke his brother’s hair… still damp from the shower. The coldness of the silver necklace pressed against his back, making his skin tingle.
“I’ve always kept this room ready for you…” he murmured in a low voice. “… saving my sanity by clinging onto the hope that someday you would come back to me. And when you did, you’d see that I was waiting for you… in our home…”

Itachi sucked in a breath. So that’s why Sasuke had said “Welcome home”. To tell the truth, he also cherished all their wonderful moments shared in here… and that’s why he’d felt nervous to come in this room at the beginning. He was worried that the past might overpower the future. He was already dead, but Sasuke… Sasuke still had a life ahead of him. But seeing him right now… he realized that by now his little brother had lost his will to go on. He was alive only by holding onto their past. And knowing Sasuke… he might spend the rest of his life stuck in this cobweb of memories. Never moving on… never letting go.
It pained him. This wasn’t the kind of life his precious otouto deserved.
If only I could give you all the happiness in the world…

“I wish you didn’t have to go nii-san…” he heard his brother whisper. His heart clenched with pain.
“Sasuke…”
The younger Uchiha turned around to face his brother. There was something in his eyes… an unfathomable emotion… something in between yearning and anguish. Itachi felt helpless. He so desperately wanted to replace those emotions with joy and fulfillment, but he knew it wasn’t his place to do so.
The night would be over soon. And he would become nothing but a memory.

They sat beside the floor length window, with Itachi resting his back against the wall and Sasuke in his arms. The younger had his back against the older’s chest as he covered both of them with a blanket to keep their bodies warm in the chilly weather. Together they gazed at the night sky. The sky which was usually full of stars at this hour. But not tonight. Tonight the moon was shining so bright… it obscured all the stars. It was full moon after all. And staring up at the dimly glowing nothingness, it reminded Sasuke of his own life.
If he were the night sky, Itachi would be the moon. Soft and tender… yet outshining everything else. But his life was like an endless night of the new moon. Because no matter how many stars tried to illuminate the sky on a new moon, it still remained dark… as if mourning the absence of the moon.

He turned his body to the side and raised his head, and his eyes locked with his lover’s. It was dark as they’d turned off the lights. Silvery blue moonlight soaked through the windows… lighting up the room just enough for them to see each other. And when his breath caught just by looking into those smoldering yet gentle eyes, Sasuke once again realized how deeply in love he was.
“I wish I could ask you to take me with you…” he whispered. “Living feels like a curse without you by my side.”
Itachi stared into the mystique eyes that were radiating sincerity and loneliness, and cupped his brother’s cheek with one hand, thumb slowly caressing the smooth skin.
“I am by your side otouto…” he crooned softly, not averting his eyes. “And I always will be.” He paused for a moment, then looked up at the moon. “Death may have ended my life, but it can never break the bond we share.”
“I know. But tomorrow… when you…”
“Sasuke…” Itachi leaned down to press their lips together. It wasn’t a passionate kiss, just a chaste peck. A comfort. A reassurance. “Look…” he motioned the younger to look ahead.
Sasuke stared in front of him, confused. Then he heard his brother’s voice again.
“Look at us…”
And he saw it. Their reflection… in the mirror on the opposite wall. He saw as his brother slowly let the blanket fall from their bodies. He saw how his body was molded against the other’s, like it was meant to be. He saw how those hands wrapped themselves around his naked waist. He saw it all. He felt it all. When those fingers traced the hickies on his shoulders and collarbone. When those sinful lips whispered sweet nothings in his ear. When his angel stared at their reflection and smiled.
“Remember this moment Sasuke…” the gentle voice resonated against his skin. “Remember us.”
“I will…” He tried so hard not to make it sound like his voice was broken, like he was in pain. “I will…” He wanted to be strong, he really did. But it was just too hard. “I will.”
And then they were kissing fervently… as if sealing a promise. Sasuke tilted his head up while Itachi bent down; their hands finding themselves in each other’s hair. It lasted for what seemed like an eternity before they had to pull away. And as they looked at each other while gasping for air, they knew it was a promise neither would ever break.

Sasuke didn’t know how long they kept sitting there like that. Was it minutes or hours? He didn’t know. All he knew was that he was feeling more peaceful than he’d felt in years. He leaned back against Itachi, resting his hand over the other’s on his stomach. And he felt a calm numbness taking over his senses. All those sleepless nights were finally taking their toll on him. He shook his head, trying to get rid of the drowsiness. He couldn’t sleep, not now. And of course, his brother noticed.
“You’ve been staying awake at night, haven’t you?” his voice carried a faint hint of accusation.
“… No.”
“Sasuke…”
“Fine. I couldn’t sleep.” He grumbled. Why was it that he still couldn’t tell his brother even the simplest lies?
“How long…?”
Sasuke chuckled. “I haven’t had a sound sleep in years.” Then he saw his brother’s expression and quickly added, “But the sleeplessness has only been for the past two or three days. Probably just stress.”
Itachi kept looking at him, with eyes full of something akin to sadness… or maybe it was regret, he couldn’t really tell. His eyes were getting really heavy and it was taking every ounce of his concentration just to keep them open. He stifled a yawn.
“How are you feeling?”
“Peaceful. More than ever.” It was an honest reply.
“Come… I’ll help you sleep…”
“No!” His voice came out louder than he’d intended.
Itachi stared at him with confusion. “What’s wrong otouto…?” he asked softly.
Sasuke looked down. “Not now aniki, please…” his voice was low. “I don’t wanna miss these last moments with you. I can’t miss the chance to say goodbye.”
“There’s no need for goodbyes Sasuke…” Itachi hugged him closer. “Because our bond is never going to cease. It’s not bounded by anything. Not time, not life, not even death. And as long as we have our bond, I’ll never be away from you.”
Saying goodbye marks the end of something. But I’m not ready to say goodbye to you… I never will be.

“But when I wake up tomorrow, what if it just feels like a dream…?” Sasuke’s voice was laced with panic. “How will I know it was all true? How will I believe…?”
“You will know.” Itachi shushed his panic with soothing caresses. “It won’t be a dream. I promise you.”
“D-Don’t go…”
“Ssshh… it’s okay little brother… I got you…” he held Sasuke close and rocked their bodies slowly. “It’s okay… I’m right here…”
“Ani…ki…” the raven could feel his consciousness slipping away. He tried to fight it. But his overstressed body and mind had finally found solace, and refused to let it go. The last thing he felt was his brother’s lips against his temple and his soft yet rich voice… whispering two words again and again…

“Remember us…”

Itachi held onto Sasuke silently until he was sound asleep. Then he got up and carried his brother’s unconscious body to the bed. He laid him down gently, then brought the blanket from near the window to pull it over the sleeping male. He sat down next to Sasuke, observing his little brother’s sleeping form, taking in every little detail… because this was his very last chance. He knew it. And he was afraid. He was just as afraid and desperate as his otouto was. But he had to put on a strong face… for the sake of Sasuke. He couldn’t break down; he had to protect his little brother. But now that Sasuke was asleep, the urge to break down became unbearably strong. He clenched his teeth and shut his eyes, breathing harshly.
No. Not yet.

He opened his eyes and lightly ruffled his brother’s soft hair, careful not to disturb his sleep. Then bent down to steal an innocent kiss. And when he raised his head, he saw Sasuke’s lips curve upward just a little. Or maybe he imagined it. He didn’t know.
He rose from the bed and went to Sasuke’s room to pick up their clothes. After he was fully dressed and his hair was tied into a ponytail, he folded his brother’s clothes and placed them neatly on the bed. He looked around again, watching and memorizing every corner of the room… Sasuke’s room. And then he was back to his own room again. Sasuke hadn’t moved an inch from where he’d laid him. With his eyes closed, his lips slightly parted and his features softened… he reminded Itachi of their childhood. The purity and the innocence… his brother still had them deep inside. He smiled. But somehow it looked like he wanted to cry.

He took a pen and a piece of paper from the bedside table and sat on the edge of the bed. He took a look at his brother’s sleeping form, heaved a sigh, then started writing.
One last thing left to do…

A/N: I know I know... so much sadness :(

What does Itachi mean by 'one last thing'? We'll see in the next chap!
Thanks for reading! <3
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