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Seaswept
By : Daydreamer79
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Chapter List
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Part Two

1645-Port Konoha-Caribbean Islands
Sasuke Uchiha stood quiet and observant in the rear of the room. His dark, peerless eyes shifted ever so slightly from the speaking captain to the commodore standing stiffly before the group of high ranking officers. The large, feathered hat topping the commodore's head looked more like a dead bird was placed atop the adornment rather than a statement of current naval officer fashion.
A small smirk tweaked the edge of Sasuke's lips and he lifted a hand to his lips to stifle the laughter. The pompous windbag known as Commodore Danzo was worthy of every ridicule uttered in his direction. A man such as Danzo, whose initial commission into His Majesty's Navy was purchased for him by a wealthy, noble father, should never be placed into a position of power unless he had earned said position. And he had done nothing to earn such a high position but sit back in safety while dictating where the sailors beneath his command were to be ushered.
"I don't care what you have to do! The pirates are ravaging His Majesty's ships and must be stopped."
"Commodore-"
"I am your commanding officer and you will do as I dictate. Find the pirates and kill them before I decide you aren't worthy of the title of captain and have you demoted to deck swab."
"Pompous arse," hissed Sasuke.
Commodore Danzo turned sharply from his subordinate and towards Sasuke. "And take your mongrel pet with you, Captain Kakashi. Why you kept him with you is unknown to me. He would be better served working elsewhere."
Sasuke's eyes narrowed on Danzo and his lips twisted downward in a scowl while fighting the urge to see the man's dead eyes staring upward at him. His fingers itched to reach for the pistol attached to the belt at his waist. Firing a shot directly between Danzo's eyes was a tempting thought and were there not so many witnesses, he might have taken it.
Kakashi paled visibly at the look in Sasuke's eye, immediately bowing to Danzo before stalking to Sasuke and latching a hand around his forearm. "You heard the Commodore, let's away before you do something stupid."
Sasuke snorted and followed Kakashi from the room. The salty scent of the port town and the warm sun shining on his face instantly eased away the urge to kill Danzo, if only slightly. "You take too much shit from him. I doubt he could ever find his arse because his head is shoved too far up it."
"And you forget that I raised you to be an officer, not a common swab."
"And you forget that I was raised by the swabs just as much as I was raised by you." Sasuke folded his arms across his chest as he moved along the walkway with Kakashi towards the docks.
Kakashi heaved a long suffering sigh. "Don't remind me. I knew I should have dumped you out at the first port with an orphanage and been done with you."
"You would have lost your best powder monkey and eventually your best swordsman."
"That's fairly arrogant of you, Sasuke."
Sasuke smirked as he gazed at Kakashi from the corner of his eye, seeing the smile tilting one side of his lips. "You have only yourself to blame."
"So you continue to remind me." Kakashi paused as they made their way onto the docks, his gaze drifting over the plethora of ships berthed. Each teemed with activity as they were prepared for duty. A few of the older vessels were beached further down with men working to repair those still able to sail or disassemble those decommissioned from duty.
"The Commodore is putting a lot of effort into dealing with pirates." Kakashi settled against a pole and withdrew a pipe from an inner pocket of his jacket. "He's quite determined to eradicate them all."
Sasuke remained silent. His eyes grew hard and his hands fisted at his side. Pirates were the reason for his anger.
He knew the ship he and Itachi stowed onto was a pirate vessel. It was not hard to make the connection. Juugo had explained to him that Orochimaru's dealings were mostly done with the lesser dregs of society. He speculated that it was likely the ship's captain sold Sasuke to Orochimaru. In his mind, he knew it was speculation, but he recalled the cold lavender eyes of the captain. His memories of those days aboard the ship with his brother were hazy, but he could remember those eyes. They were unforgettable…the eyes of a hard, cold man.
Those pirates had separated him from Itachi. He shook his head to clear his thoughts as he stared out over the busy port. The only thought in his mind was that he would kill every pirate until he found his brother. After that point, he did not know. All that mattered was finding Itachi, and if he had to take down every pirate vessel in his way to find him, he would.
"Something on your mind, Sasuke?"
Sasuke's cold eyes shifted to Kakashi. "No, Captain. I'm just looking forward to seeing every pirate swing. I'll knot the rope myself if I have to."
"You're quite the cold-blooded devil, aren't you?" Kakashi took a long puff of his pipe. "I think you could show the Commodore a thing or two."
Sasuke snorted and shifted his eyes towards the sea. What would Kakashi think if he knew that Sasuke did not care what happened to anyone until he found his brother. "He's a blowhole."
Kakashi chuckled and shifted from his position. With a slow, easy gait, he began to walk down the dock towards his waiting ship. "You should have some fun while we are in port. Go find a girl for the night. We'll sail on the morning tide."
Sasuke wrinkled at the thought of partaking in the well worn wares of any of the prostitutes that frequented the taverns and streets near the port. When he had turned fourteen, Kakashi took him into a brothel located in one of the port towns of Spain. He recalled the way the woman's touch had made his skin crawl and his cock remain limp. The woman was quick to understand, and to help him save face, had allowed him to remain in her room for a bit, offering him alcohol from her private stash of brandy.
A lacking sexual appetite seemed his only failing. Even his hand was only used when he felt the natural build-up of tension edging along the nerve endings in his spine. It was more a perfunctory act than something done for the sake of pleasure. His mind was too focused on the desperate and perhaps futile desire to find his brother.
Only in those actively seeking down pirates would he have any hope of finding Itachi. He still was unsure of what he would say to his brother when they finally met. A instinctual desire to know why he had not searched for him. The world did not seem so huge that he could not have known Sasuke was taken from that disgusting slaver upon his demise and into the custody of a British sea captain.
"Yer a nice lookin' one."
Sasuke shuddered at the course voice coming from the shadows. "Want a diddle? I'll be givin' yer a discount."
If his cock could have withered and fallen off, he thought it might have at the mere thought of poking it inside the used up woman leaning heavily against the entrance to the alley. Her breasts were sagging in the ill fitting bodice and the skin of her face bearing pox scars along the jaw. In her prime, she might have held some allure, but staring at her as she was, he could not halt the nausea roiling in his stomach.
His face remained neutral as he stepped away and continued moving down the street, not even bothering to verbally decline her generous offer. Even with her face and state, he knew many of the men on the ship he served upon would have likely taken up her offer. One did not have to keep eyes open to stick a cock in a cunt-worn and loose though it might be.
Shuddering, he moved towards the nearby market and away from the alleyways. The smell of fresh bread had his stomach rumbling and his thoughts away from what he did not wish to dwell on. When they set to sea, food would become less appetizing-fish caught in the sea, dried meat, and fruit. The only staples to remain constant were rum and tea. Englishmen loved their tea as much as sailors their wenches. All the officers aboard the ship drank tea at various times during the day, a fact he was grateful for as he did not care for rum.
Sasuke's eyes shifted amongst the venders, narrowing in on an elderly woman selling fresh fruit and bread. He would miss the taste of soft bread on board ship. While the officers were served a finer fair than the general crew, it still lacked the higher standards he found in ports.
He paid for his purchase from a few coins dug from his pocket, ignoring the gazes of those around him. Those sorts of looks followed him whenever he graced a port. His exotic looks drew attention from those not accustomed to those of Asian descent. The almond-shaped, slightly upturned eyes and his creamy complexion made him a curiosity amongst those of the European countries and their colonies.
He brought an apple to his lips and pearly white teeth crunched into the tender skin and meat. Cool sweetness burst across his lips and he wondered if Itachi had such encounters wherever he traveled. He could recall his brother always drawing attention from others.
He could still see Itachi's face when he closed his eyes. How would he have changed? Did he still possess the almost beautiful face or had the passed decade brought about harsh changes? Were his eyes still shadowed with the pain of their parent's deaths? He missed his brother deeply, more so than he ever confessed to another soul, including Juugo.
Itachi's warm brown eyes and the way his lips quirked upward in a small smile when he looked on him drifted through Sasuke's mind. A strange warmth heated his stomach, to which he pushed aside. He moved his gaze around the market to distract himself from the feelings brought on by his wayward thoughts of his brother. He refused to allow his mind to drift down such a path. He excused himself by reasoning that his deep love for his brother was becoming to entangled in the natural needs of his body. Once he found Itachi, then he would be allowed to find a woman with whom he could banish the obscene desires that occasionally plagued him when he weakened his defenses.
As he munched on his apple and bread, his breath startled into his throat and caused a bite of the apple to lodge in his windpipe. He doubled over, tears welling in his eyes as he coughed up the piece. A desperate sense of shock worked through him as a slender back was present to him. Long dark hair, the exact shade of Itachi's locks, flowed back and was tied at the base of a long, slender neck.
"Itachi," he whispered desperately.
The man's back remained to him as he moved through the crowd and down a crowded street without even a glance in Sasuke's direction. Sasuke's feet stumbled on the cobblestones as he followed quickly, refusing to lose him in the crowds frequenting the popular street. It was his brother-it had to be his Itachi. His stomach knotted with the reality of having been devoid of Itachi's presence for so long.
His feet moved even more quickly down the street, creating a slapping noise with each step. A sense of tunnel vision took over his senses. Only Itachi appeared in his sights. He could feel the annoyance of the citizens as he shoved past without his normal sense of aloof politeness. Itachi was all that mattered.
His arm extended and his fingers barely brushed the soft locks of hair. Itachi. Please look at me.
Fingers stiff and trembling latched onto the sun warmed material of the overcoat and forced the man to face him. His eyes immediately darted to the face, hope expressed in his eyes at what he was certain he would see. Itachi would be shocked, but then they would embrace and Sasuke would finally have the hole in his chest healed after nearly ten years.
Only it was not Itachi who stared back. The man's annoyed green eyes stared down at Sasuke. His pale skin and overly large nose were no comparison to Itachi's delicate, aristocratic features and dark brown eyes.
"What is it?"
Sasuke shook his head, his voice failing to work as disappointment burned through him, creating a painful tightening in the region of his chest. He could feel a flush work across his features, but could not find the words to explain his actions. The emotions racing through him overshadowed any ability to apologize for his mistake in identification.
A snort escaped the stranger and he moved down the street without even a hasty glance back, leaving Sasuke alone to watch his departure. Now that he watched him, he knew he was not Itachi. His walk was not as elegant and graceful as Itachi's stride. He was a fool to have thought he would happen upon his brother in the street. His desperate desire for Itachi's presence clouded his judgment and blocked his ability to rationalize his thoughts.
Stumbling towards a nearby wall and hiding in shadows created by one of the buildings lining the street, Sasuke nearly collapsed to the walk. His hands were shaking with such force, he shoved them into the pockets of his navy issued jacket until he could command control over them. Despair worked through him. It was yet another disappointment. He would have thought his willpower was stronger, yet here he stood nearly quaking with the keen feeling of mourning. After so many years, only Itachi mattered.
"I will find him," he growled under his breath. "I will find you, Itachi."
His legs felt weak as he pushed away and made his way towards the docks. He would hide away on the ship until morning. Then, his search for his brother would continue. Only Juugo was privy to his true reasons for remaining with Kakashi. Only the navy would allow him the freedom to search his brother. After he found him, they would escape together with Juugo and disappear from the world. If Itachi had remained with those pirates, he would ensure he was safe from the hangman's noose.
He would find Itachi. Then, his world would once more cease its spiral and have the security he desired.

oOo

Tsunade Island
Itachi rested his back against the trunk of the tree. His legs extended outward and his gaze admired the colors of orange and purple created by the setting sun dipping below the oceanic horizon. In his hand was the small wooden toy he always carried with him, the wood worn smooth by his fingers. In his mind, he knew Sasuke was far to old for toys, yet it was something his brother had held at one point. It was his only connection to his brother.
He sighed lightly, staring blindly outward. Word had reached them of Orochimaru's demise over a year after Sasuke's kidnapping. There was no trail to follow upon the slave trader's death-no hope at finally reuniting with his brother. His mind told him that after nearly ten years, Sasuke was no longer alive. He knew it, but could not accept it. In his heart, he knew he was alive.
"Sasuke," he whispered, feeling the texture of the name on his tongue.
The years seemed as quick as the blinking of an eye. Had ten years truly passed? It didn't feel as such but every time he looked in the mirror, he could see the passage of time was true and written on his face.
"Itachi?"
Itachi's eyes drifted down to the sandy ground below the tree to see Kisame standing with his massive arms folded powerfully over his chest. His sun bronzed skin seemed all the darker in the fading sun. The shadows hid the pale eyes from his gaze, but he knew they stared intently at him. It was the intensity of those eyes that both aroused and intrigued him.
"What are you doing here?" Kisame's gaze shifted to Itachi's hand. "Thinking of your brother?"
Itachi hummed low under his breath and his fingers drifted over the wooden toy once more. "Yes."
"He's probably dead."
Fingers instinctively tightened around the small toy. "I would know if he were dead."
"With the way you fixate on him, I might start to become jealous."
Itachi gave a small snort accompanied by a glare. "How can you be jealous if you think he is dead?"
Kisame pulled himself into the tree and straddled the branch so that he faced Itachi. "He's still here."
A large hand pressed flat against the pectoral above Itachi's heart. "And I want to be the only person allowed there."
Itachi's eyes darkened slightly as his hand lifted and wrapped around Kisame's thick wrist. "I doubt you would worry about that."
Kisame gave a small grunt and pulled Itachi forward so that his legs were draped over his thighs. Large hands pulled him close and warm breath puffed loudly in his ear, causing shudders to run down the length of his body. Kisame was always warm, nearly to the point that he felt feverish.
His heat seemed to dissolve into Itachi's skin. It chased away the cool touch of the ocean breeze with a comforting heat. He never tired of feeling Kisame pressed against him.
"I heard from Asuma that we sail tomorrow."
Itachi's breath hitched in his throat. On the ship, their relationship was kept on a more quiet note. They did not flaunt the sexual nature of their meetings. The crew knew, they had to know, yet still Itachi preferred for his personal life to be left out of the gossip and slept most nights with the crew in a hammock below deck. Only on the island did he feel free to sleep in Kisame's bed.
A sharp bite to the shell of his ear caused a stuttering moan to escape past Itachi's lips. He could feel the arousal stirring in his loins just as he could feel the matching brush of Kisame's hardness beneath the coarse material of his trousers. His body heated almost instantly, knowing embraces such as this one would be few and far between come morning.
A warm hand slid beneath the loose material of Itachi's shirt, nails scrapping almost painfully along the tender, sun-kissed skin of his back. His hips jerked and rubbed insistently against Kisame, desiring release from the slowly rising tension coiling inside him.
Kisame's free hand drifted to Itachi's face and pushed into the loosely bound hair. His fingers played with the single strand of multicolored beads strung along a single lock of dark hair. "Iris has been playing in your hair again."
Itachi's fingers lifted to stroke the beads, a fond look drifting over his face. "I like them."
Kisame's fingers fully freed Itachi's hair from the tie and fisted into the soft locks. "As do I."
Their lips slammed together, tongues licking and teeth biting. It was almost a fight for dominance, something that was becoming more and more common in recent years as Itachi fully grew into his maturity. His own dominance was growing and sex between them was becoming more of a struggle than Itachi simply defaulting to Kisame.
Itachi latched his hands onto Kisame's hips, nails digging in with such force that Kisame pulled away with a hiss. That retreat was used by Itachi to latch his teeth into Kisame's lower lip and bite down with just enough force to bring forth a growl at the faint taste of blood.
"I really wish you two wouldn't do that sort of thing in the open. It's disturbing to watch."
Itachi stiffened in Kisame's arms and pulled away while glancing down in the direction of the voice. Shikamaru stood in his naturally hunched form and rolled his eyes upward to stare at the two.
"Then leave," snarled Kisame as he pulled Itachi back against his chest. "No one asked you to come out here."
"Pein wants to see you…both of you."
Itachi released his held breath in a slow hiss and pulled away once more, this time unhindered by Kisame's arms. He swung his leg over the thick limb and dropped nimbly to the ground below. His face remained neutral as he moved past Shikamaru.
"Goddammit," snarled Kisame.
"Don't kill the messenger," sniffed Shikamaru.
Kisame jumped down from the tree and shoved past Shikamaru. His steps increased in stride until he was at Itachi's side and his hand wrapping tightly around a bicep. "We're finishing this later."
Itachi's eyes darkened faintly as he glanced in Kisame's direction. "We'll see."
"Don't start that shit with me," snarled Kisame. "Unless you want me fucking you in front of the entire crew."
Itachi's jaw clenched and his eyes flashed dangerously. "Stop being an arse."
He freed his arm from Kisame's grasp and moved through the trees to the rutted road that ran in several routes across the island. Anger and thwarted desire coursed through him. It was becoming difficult to easily submit and even much more difficult for him to simply forget about Sasuke.
Feeling more than hearing Kisame's movements behind him, he strode leisurely down the path towards Pein's large home. A lit lantern hung above the archway before the door, providing some illumination to late night visitors. He didn't have time to knock before the door was pulled open and small, slender arms wrapped around his waist.
"Tachi!" All that was visible to his gaze was a head of ginger red hair, the exact shade of Pein's. He knew without even looking that it was Iris. Her face turned upward and her luminous lavender eyes stared up at him as they began to water and large tears spilled forth.
"Iris?" Itachi frowned at the tears. "Has something happened?"
"Father…Father said you are leaving tomorrow." Iris sniffed and buried her face in Itachi's chest once more. "I don't want to be alone again. Don't leave again, Tachi."
Kisame snorted from behind Itachi.. His eyes softened visibly at the sight of the nine year old girl wrapping herself tightly to Itachi as if seeking to become absorbed into him. "Hey, girl, let the man breathe."
Iris sniffed, but loosened her grip on Itachi's waist. "Please don't leave."
"Iris!"
The girl jerked and pulled away from Itachi at Pein's hard voice. "Father-"
Pein stepped from his study, dressed casually in a flowing white shirt and tight black pants. The piercings in ears and lips caught the light emitted from the candles and gave him a devilish aura. In the years following his wife's death, the captain of the Crimson Cloud had become a hard man. It showed in the downward turn of his lips and in the way his eyes looked to be made of molten metal.
His hard eyes narrowed on the girl as she stood quivering beneath his gaze. "Go to your room and tell your maid to ready you for bed."
"Father…I wanted to-"
"Now," he snapped.
She jumped back a step before turning and rushing from the room. The glistening tears on her cheeks tore at Itachi's heart. She about the age of Sasuke the last time he had seen him. Though they were out to sea more often than on land, Iris took to Itachi like an older brother. Whenever they made berth on Tsunade Island, Iris was almost constantly at Itachi's heels, occasionally to Kisame's annoyance.
"You're hard on her," commented Kisame dryly as he moved past Itachi and toward Pein's study. "She's only a child."
"When I want your opinion on how to raise my child, I will ask for it. In another three or four years, I'll marry her off and be done with my responsibilities." Pein moved from the door and to his desk which was laid out with various seagoing maps. His sextant and compass were already laid out.
Itachi's breath stalled in his chest. His hands fisted at his sides and his eyes grew hard as steel. Fourteen was too young to be foisted into the role of wife. He would kill Pein before he allowed him to place a child into such a position. Only a few calming breaths eased the burning anger stirring inside him. "Is that all she is to you? A responsibility?"
"What I do with my daughter is my business. You would do well to remember that."
"We're heading out a bit earlier than expected," stated Kisame in an obvious attempt to move the conversation away from the topic of Iris's future. "We weren't scheduled to leave for another week."
Pein snatched his pipe from the mantle and began to pack it with tobacco taken from merchant ships bound from the Caribbean. "I know. But I decided I wanted to set out. The weather and following wind should be perfect."
Itachi glanced at Kisame before returning his gaze to Pein. "Are you sure you want to leave Iris so soon? You've hardly had time to spend with her."
"She'll be fine. She'll be with Jiraiya." Pein placed an arm on the mantle and stared into the crackling flames of the fire. "And I find myself longing to be away from this place."
Kisame folded his arms across his chest. "So where should we prepare to sail?"
"There should be some Spanish ships loaded with gold. There is no need to go so far as to search through the Caribbean." Pein puffed several times on his pipe. "The British navy is beginning to focus their eyes on that area. Several ports have been established just for the purpose of policing the waters there. It's too obvious a target."
"I've never known you to be afraid of navy ships." Kisame grinned with feral gleam in his eye. "Perhaps we should reclaim those seas in our name."
Itachi narrowed his eyes. "It's better to let others test to see just how serious the navy is concerning pirates."
"Exactly," barked Pein. "I don't care if we miss out on some merchant ships. I would rather let those go than risk being overwhelmed by the blasted navy."
Kisame snorted and shrugged his shoulders. "I doubt they will do much to stop us. That king tends to be quite tight fisted unless his own interests are in danger. I'm sure coin will be in short supply to keep those naval ports in top condition."
"Still…I would rather let others test those waters rather than risk sinking the Cloud. These sorts of things always pass over."
Sensing Pein was finished discussing the issue, Itachi turned on his heel and exited the study. His feet did not carry him from the house, but instead up the stairs in a familiar route. He knocked quietly on the door before entering just in time to see Iris being helped into bed by a serving maid.
"Tachi!" Iris attempted to slide free from the bed and her maid's arms. "You came to see me."
Itachi stroked a hand over her hair and then down to a soft, round cheek. "You didn't think I would leave without saying goodbye?"
"I don't like when you leave." She lifted her arms and cast a longing look into his eyes. "You could stay with me this time."
He chuckled and lifted her easily into his arms. Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck and her legs around his torso. She buried her face in his neck and gave a small whimper. "I don't think your father would like that very much."
"I wish you were my papa."
Itachi stiffened only slightly before carrying her to the bed and settling her on the down mattress. "Don't say such things."
"Father doesn't want me. He doesn't look at me…ever." Iris drew her legs up to her chest and heaved a small sigh. "He doesn't love me."
Thinking back to his first day on the island, Itachi recalled how Pein refused to even look at the small infant offered to him by Kurenai. He would never tell Iris of those days and attempted to comfort her when Pein was overly harsh. It was obvious of Pein's still deep mourning over Konan's death. Perhaps on some level, he blamed Iris for it and was unintentionally harsh with her because of it. Pein's daughter was a strained topic with him and one Itachi chose to avoid in most cases.
"It's because I killed my mother," she whispered quietly. "He doesn't love me because I killed her."
Itachi started, looking sharply at the girl. "Where did you hear that?"
"Some of the servants were talking. I did kill her, didn't I?"
"You have never killed anyone and servants should know when to talk and when not to." He sent a sharp look towards the maid folding some of Iris's undergarments. The woman paled and nodded stiffly to Itachi, silently informing him she would relay the message to the other servants.
Iris sighed and leaned back onto her pillows. "You don't have to lie. My being born killed her."
"I never knew your mother," began Itachi, "but I know I would have liked her. And, from what I hear of her, she loved you very much. Pein…is a hard man to understand but I'm sure he cares for you, he is simply afraid of it because if something happened to you, I think it would destroy him."
She hummed slightly and stared towards the canopy of her bed. "If you say so."
Itachi smiled and moved to her bedside and leaned down to kiss her brow. "Sleep well. If we visit any port of interest, I'll be sure to bring you something."
She smiled brightly at him. "A doll?"
"Perhaps," he murmured and pulled away, nodding to the maid for her to dowse the candles and allow her young mistress to sleep.
As he made his way down the stairs, Kisame was just coming from the study. "Do I have another one to be jealous of?"
Itachi heard the smile in his voice and relaxed as he felt a hand brush lightly over the small of his back. "She reminds me of Sasuke."
"Really?" Kisame glanced towards the darkened staircase. "I don't see it."
"You didn't know Sasuke. He followed me around like a puppy as soon as he could walk. Our parents could do nothing with him. He would cry when I was busy studying or training."
Kisame chuckled and wrapped his arm around Itachi's lean waist. "Sounds like a bit of a pain in the arse."
"I didn't mind," murmured Itachi fondly. "I enjoyed the attention he gave me. I miss it."
As they walked down the rutted road towards the small house that was their home when on the island, Itachi allowed his thoughts to travel. He could feel the slight weight of the toy in his pocket. Perhaps he should let go of the memory of his brother. It was unlikely he was alive. Still, there was that small grain of hope he grasped onto.
Halting his stride, he could feel Kisame's curious gaze. He turned his gaze to him and fisted his hand in the coarse material of the loose shirt covering Kisame's chest. Forgetting the ever present pain was his only option. "I miss Sasuke."
"I know," Kisame answered
"Kisame-" he whispered in a needful voice. "I need you you to help me forget tonight."
There were no other words spoken between them. In a violent act, their lips met and Itachi soon found his body slammed hard against a nearby tree. His moans soon filled the quiet of the area. The pain in his chest was overcome by the pleasure spilling forth to take its place.
It was quick and almost violent. Kisame seemed to know what he needed and delivered. The unspoken words of their bodies was the only communication between the two. Kisame could help him forget Sasuke. He had never asked because he had refused to allow the torch for his brother to dim, but he was asking now.
Sasuke, I'm sorry.

oOo

The next morning as the sun rose high in the sky, the Crimson Cloud set forth on the tide. On the Iris's windowsill sat a small wooden toy, well worn and waiting for the attention of its new owner.

AN: If you did not guess it, this chapter is time skipped 10ish years. Also, there is art for seaswept. I don't recall if I linked to you guys.
http://daydreamer79.deviantart.com/favourites/#/d56nif9
http://daydreamer79.deviantart.com/favourites/#/d56nijg
http://daydreamer79.deviantart.com/favourites/?offset=0#/d556wue (this one is a scene in two or three chapters. :P)
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