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Forbidden String	By : chesierecat Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 845 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Prologue
- 2-Insatiable (Scene One)
- 1
- 2
Forbidden String

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Summary: After so many pushes, Sasuke has finally tripped over
the edge of sanity. Yet with his ambition slipping away before his own hand
could ever fulfill, a forbidden jutsu is used, thus tying their lives together.

Warning: This fanfiction contains mature theme of dark
incestuous yaoi, blood play, some violence and character with unstable
mentality. If you find any of the contents disturbing, I suggest you leave this
page immediately. You�ve been warned, so please don�t flame me about that.

Pairing: Itachi/Sasuke (Incest) One-sided Orochimaru/Sasuke

Note: This fic has been written long before Sasuke�s real
appearance in part 2, so it (i.e. characteristic) won�t be following the canon.
I; however, will try to keep the story as close to the canon as much as
possible. Also, I would like to apologize to all my loyal fans. I appreciate
your undying support and for that I thank you very much.

I�m back and although I know
I have failed so many promises of updating, I�ll at least try to update and
dust off my stories now. (For those who want to read the uncensored version of
my fics, the links in my profile work now.) But I haven�t written anything in
English for like�a year or what? I hope my writing doesn�t become too bad.

I can only hope this fic
lives up to the expectation.

Oh, by the way, for those who
think Sasuke kissed Itachi because of his emotions in the Prologue, I would
like to say that the kiss was just a part in the jutsu as I have written �the
completion of the attaching of the string�, so yeah, it was supposed to be an
empty kiss. But the switching of the POV was something I would like to try, so
sorry if that confused you. This chapter I�m back to the old style, so I think
it�ll be easier to read.

(And also, sorry for the long
note.)

��..�

Human can never get
enough, can they? They never seem to satisfy with what they have. And to get
the thing they want, the thing they need�they strive, struggling so hard �
sometimes to the point of being pitiful � to obtain that something. But when
you finally get that something�

Will you still ask for
something else?

Chapter I: Insatiable
(Scene One)

Once you have gotten
something you never before had � something you have been wanting, needing for
so long � will you let go of it?

Not so easily.

Naturally, you would want to
hold that something close to you as if it was your only treasure in this cruel
world that you had forsaken� holding it so close like you were possessed by a
ghost of possessiveness� clinging to it like you were the only one that was
truly worth appreciating that something�or�

Someone.

Someone who was once so dear
and preciously close to your heart. Someone who had stabbed you through that same
heart once and over and over again with sharp knife of cold, uncaring words �
poisoned with the curse to burn in eternal hell of hatred � so that that dark,
deeply, wounded heart could feel the light it had denied no more�

Long, tapered fingers languidly
moved along smooth, pale skin, caressing it so painfully slowly as if
memorizing even though it was the face that he knew oh-so-well.

The owner of those thin
fingers� lips were slightly parted � almost to the point of being sinfully
sensual though unbidden � as if in trance, as beneath long fanning lashes, those
dark, obsidian eyes followed the movement of the fingers.

It looked surreal � the
picture before these eyes of his�like a dream that supposed to be hazy but
wasn�t. Like a memory that supposed to fade but only repeated itself over and
over even if it was intangible. Still it was there. He was there. And the
memories were also there�as clear as a glaring mirror.

Those younger, happier days
when his brother was still his brother�when his brother was still his life�his
everything�

A set of tapping, albeit
gentle, on the ebony door snapped the boy out of his trance. Obsidian orbs
immediately bled blood-red as Sasuke turned to regard the figure, whose chakra
he already knew so well, behind the thick piece of wood and metal that was the
door.

�What do you want?� He
inquired, almost monotonously if it wasn�t for the slight trace of irritation
laced in his voice.

There was a pause. And � even
with the door and the wall barring his vision � he could sense the person�s
stance shifted.

�Orochimaru-sama wishes to
have a word with you.� Kabuto�s voice was soft but the meaning of the words it
delivered was anything but. The keyword �wishes� obviously staked that soft
spoken sentence as an immediate order.

The Sharingan heir narrowed
his eyes.

�I see.� He replied
eventually. And casting one last, longing look on the still unconscious form �
pale as if in death � on the bed, he got up and with earnest care � but not
even less grace � strutting his way toward the door where the medic nin stood
waiting, making sure those ever curious eyes caught nothing but darkness within
his room.

��..�

To �have a word� with him
literally meant �have a word�, for it was clear � even to those convicted most
ignorance � that the order given was just for one certain golden eyed snake
sannin to check that his beautiful to-be body was still safe and intact �
meaning not losing a limb or two or getting an ugly scar too visible to mar the
milky-white, flawless skin.

To make sure he couldn�t
escape even though that blasted curse seal was oh-so-disdainfully-noticeable on
the nape of his neck.

There was no more word spoken
from the glasses-wearing man as they walked toward where their master �
temporary in Sasuke�s term even though he didn�t know how to get rid of the
curse seal yet � was waiting. Kabuto was striding quite a distance ahead of him
but not too far that he couldn�t sense his light footsteps sweeping against the
stony floor. The man was wary of him even if he didn�t clearly show it.

The white haired-man was
addressing him with much more caution than he used to be these days as if he
feared someday the ferocious beast hidden beneath the calm, expressionless
surface was going to strike, lashing out at him with uncontrollable madness.

Because Kabuto had always
been the more observing one. He knew better what he was dealing with and he
noticed how the boy had changed and how that wild, bloodthirsty beast had
manifested itself inside the boy.

And for this knowledge alone
was enough to make a snort out of Sasuke.

Hn. Nosy bastard.

Even if Kabuto�s power proved
to be less intimidating and easier to deal with than the evil sannin, it was
harder to keep a secret secret from the man.

As if he could do
anything�

�We�re here.� The
white-haired man said, stepping to the side to let the Uchiha directly face
their master who was sitting on what seemed like a throne. Eerie blue flame
shone from within the hollows that replaced the eyes of the enormous stone
snake statue.

The snake sannin regarded his
precious to-be body with eyes those of a hungry predator. Those golden, narrow
slit eyes slowly roamed the Uchiha�s body as if in fascination.

Sasuke didn�t miss the way
Orochimaru licked his lips�how the creepy man�s eyes twinkled with so much
desire he wanted to swallow him whole. Yet when in front of a predator,
especially one that was deadly skilled, there was no easy way of escaping but
to pull a predator back lest you quickly fall prey, tasting a vicious tang of
venom from those sharp, accurse fangs.

Instead, the raven haired-boy
gazed back, unwavering, not batting a single eyelash � face as still an
expression as one wearing a Noh mask.

For a long moment, everything
was stilled � not even one bit of movement � even from the third party � saved
for the light, steady sound of breathing. In the end, it was Orochimaru himself
that destroyed the silence, chasing away the moment of stillness that had once
prevailed there with a quirk of his thin lips as he regarded the young genius
with amusement.

�You seem to be surprisingly
in a good mood today, Sasuke-kun.� Orochimaru began silkily, taking in the
stench of blood of which evidence could be seen even in the dim blue light on
the boy�s clothes � some was caked on his hair and skin. Though he doubted most
of it was the boy�s own but of lower, dirtier classes, he could still tell
Sasuke had bled in a battle more than he had remembered.

Because once he had an
opportunity to taste the much treasured advance bloodlines� blood, he would
never forget them � scent or taste. Especially, that of an Uchiha, which was
quite�unique. A tang of sweetness in a scorching hotness that could burn even
Jiraiya�s giant mountain frog�s throat.

�What is the cause of this
sudden good mood, I wonder.� He went on, that amused smile never leaving his
lips.

�� Apparently, the sannin
had been talking too much for the usual �a word� standard. Still, the man was
precise about him being in a good mood. Not average people�s good mood, though.
Twisted, spiteful with a brilliant gleam of satisfaction it was � so much that
it led their staring match not to end in a gruesome clash of manipulation curse
and doujutsu. For that fact � and the state of his mood � Sasuke deemed the old
snake deserved his answer, if not all of it.

Allowing himself a little
smirk, he said:

�Having thought of a better
way for revenge.�

�Oh?� Orochimaru raised an
eyebrow as he pried on. �And what, humor me, is that?�

On hearing that, the boy
smirked even more. Yet he said nothing. However, it wasn�t hard to tell that
this time the �humor� didn�t reach his red eyes. Instead, they bled a shade
darker as if to reflect those thoughts of spite he had.

If the old snake were to have
an inkling of the Uchiha�s thought, he didn�t show any of it. Still smiling, he
beckoned the boy to come nearer.

�Come here, Sasuke-kun. Let
me see to those wounds.� He then said in a creepily sweet voice. It sounded a
bit raspy, though.

�� Out of the corner of his
eyes, Sasuke saw Kabuto, again, shift. Willing himself not to roll his eyes or
let out a snort, he did as he was told, moving closer toward where his master
was seated.

�Closer.� Orochimaru demanded
again.

Sasuke took another step.

�Closer, Sasuke-kun. I won�t
bite.�

Sasuke suppressed the urge to
retort and stepped closer and closer until his legs touched the man�s knees.
Now if the extremely pale man asked him to sit on his laps, he would laugh. Master
of manipulation or not, the man wasn�t so outright straight-forward and to be
too straight-forward with him meant instant denial. Yet being too subtle was
something he looked down upon, also.

However, none of that was the
case at the moment.

Sickly pale arm shot out, as
sneak as a snake itself, thin fingers tracing the trail of blood on the still
open wound on his left shoulder where the kimono couldn�t hide. Before Sasuke
decided those fingers lingered too long, Orochimaru drew back; bringing those
blood-coated digits to his lips and one by one, leisurely put them in between
the thin pair, taking time sucking the intoxicating, burning flavor of the
cursed blood.

Then, after a long,
disgusting yet suggestive moment and one last swipe of his tongue, Orochimaru
drawled. �Kabuto.�

The medic nin, as if in
queue, stepped up the stairs pretty quickly, knowing exactly of what to do. Ignoring
the usual glare Sasuke gave him; he grabbed the brat by an arm, tugged the
crimson tainted white kimono off one milky shoulder and proceeded to heal the
wound. The smaller ones were left untouched since it wasn�t worth the loss of
chakra. Besides, he knew Sasuke wouldn�t want it and that the boy didn�t scar
that easily.

Yet, as the only serious
wound was completely closed, Sasuke wasn�t allowed to go yet as Kabuto�s grip
was still firm on his upper arm. The Uchiha�s porcelain face was marred with a
slight crease of an eyebrow as the glasses-wearing medic nin gave him a knowing
look � a look he didn�t like � and announced to him an almost full syringe
containing some kind of ill-colored substance he didn�t think he want to know
of.

But he took precaution
anyway.

Sharingan eyes narrowed
slightly, he asked: �What is that?�

�This?� Kabuto repeated, lips
cracking into a somewhat twisted grin rivaled that of Orochimaru.

�A newly successfully tested
drug, Sasuke-kun, of course.� Orochimaru offered. Not that the information he
gave was already obvious.

�Nothing harmful, that I can
assure you of.� Kabuto continued. �This�medicine helps stimulate your chakra
channels. It is very helpful that it is almost like training � keeping you in a
fighting-like state � even though you�re not. The subjects given this medicine
in the experiment have proven to be much more prepared and stable at using high
level of chakra. Isn�t that interesting?�

�Hn.� was all Sasuke said.

The medic nin; however, took
that as a permission and proceeded to give the boy his injection. Without alcohol,
the boy didn�t even flinch as the needle sank deep into his flesh.

�Are you done yet?� Sasuke
inquired as the process was over and Kabuto went off to clean his syringe,
being the apparatus-loving bastard that he was.

With that creepy grin still
plastered on his pasty pale face, the snake sannin nodded.

Pulling the kimono back in
place, the Uchiha heir didn�t hesitate but quickly spun on his heels.

Orochimaru watched him go.
Even with that lithe, delicate-looking body, every movement, every trace of the
boy possessed grace and strength as he could feel raw power � fierce and
untamed like the dangerous beast Kabuto acknowledged of � rippling off him like
sheen of heavy vapor. The old snake licked his lips.

That beautiful body was soon
to be his. But now that the Uchiha heir had fascinated him so much, he didn�t
want him just for that�

Now that the boy couldn�t
escape him � even though Sasuke had gotten much, much stronger � as long as the
curse seal was on him, he was already trapped.

And Orochimaru wanted all of
him. All that was him.

All soon to be his�

��..�

Red, red, red. Red was
everywhere. Spiraling from the black, black branches as the wind plucked and
hurled them playfully. Red carpeting the dry, earthy ground where soil piled
and rocks hid. So red it was� this autumn�

Red, red leaves spilled
from their mothers that were the trees, descending down and down, lightly touching
the aged zinc roof of the front gate of the century-old- temple, beneath which
stood a small figure of a little boy whose skin was pale as if neglected by the
sun yet wasn�t so corpse-like as it was loved and kissed by the gentle glow of
the silver moon�whose hair and eyes were as dark as night itself�

Those traits alone were
easy enough to tell apart the family from which the little boy was from despite
the crest decorating the back of his black shirt.

Yet it didn�t matter if
those characteristics helped point out who the boy was, for to him just that
voice � even in a mere whisper � or that face, it was enough to tell.

Because this was his
little brother. Sweet, childish and innocent. So clueless of everything but
ever so intent of striving, wanting to know�learn�

A foolish little one he
always was�

�Nii-san.� The little boy
said, small ruby lips parting, emitting the word.

�So foolish but even more
so endearing it should be a forbidden sin.

�Sasuke,� He heard himself,
in a much younger voice, say �What are you doing? Come back here. Mother will
be worried.�

Little Sasuke just looked
at him with large, coal-like eyes and smiled brightly � his brightness almost
swallowing him in. �But nii-san is with me so �kasan won�t be worried, right?�

�Sasuke�� He began in a
gentle warning tone but before he could really say anything, the boy laughed �
his laughter ringing like silver bells � turned his back and him and started to
run.

�Let�s play Giant and
Prey, nii-san. You�ll have to catch me first.�

And off into the forest
the boy ran, out of the old temple�s gate, down and down the red covered steep
path that went as far as an eye could see.

�Come catch me, nii-san.
Catch me if you can.�

Red leaves whirled around
the place as the child�s voice faded into the distance, twisting and ensnaring
together to obscure his vision. And once it was clear, the door out of the
temple was already close�locking from the other side.

��..�

Long, fine lashes fluttered open, revealing from behind the heavy
lids deep obsidian orbs. Those dark orbs suddenly took in the darkness that was
his surrounding, slowly adjusting it to his vision.

�� With a soft rustle of his cloak, the man sat up, contemplating
the strange dream that he had had. Yet not before long, the memory of what
happened before reminded him of its existence, pushing aside any stray thoughts
of the vivid red, autumn world. As if in reflex, his hand wandered toward where
the fatal wound should be.

No. It wasn�t bleeding.

There wasn�t a trace of any wound, even.

He should already be dead but�

Uchiha Itachi narrowed his eyes as he shifted them into Sharingan
mode. Those eyes narrowed even more as his only suspicion was confirmed.

There was a red string of certain special chakra attached to the
left of his chest where his heart was and�

There was a soft click and the ebony door was pulled open.

Doubtlessly, the other end of that string was also tied to a
certain someone�s heart.

The same heart he had once mercilessly stabbed at.

TBC

There, I finish this chappie,
finally. First English Uchihacest fic after a whole year break. It seems like
forever. But ah well�

Actually, I wrote another
part about Sasori but I think that part is better put in scene two, so it will
be in chapter two, scene two of Insatiable instead. (Meaning the next chapter
we still use the same theme.)

Anyway, comments and reviews
are more than just welcome. So feel free to let me know what you think. ;)
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