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God Loves Ugly	By : Cannibalistic_Chickens Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Itachi/Sasuke Views: 553 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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When Itachi was called in as backup for a hostile situation in the shopping district, the last thing he thought he would come upon was Sasuke.

His little brother, who was supposed to be out east training with their cousin, was currently in the streets of Konoha taking down ANBU like he was swatting at flies.

He couldn't help but stare as his little brother took down two ANBU, brutally maiming one, and knocking the other unconscious. He clashed blades with another before Itachi shook himself from his daze.

"SASUKE!" he screamed. Before reaching up to remove his mask.

He watched Sasuke shift slightly to look at him and freeze.

Itachi stared into shocked mismatched eyes, one the color of blood and the other of lilacs, and his confusion only grew.

They stared at each other for what felt like hours, seconds, so much time yet so little. Before the Hokage appeared behind his brother and attempted to knock him out.

Sasuke didn't go down so easily and quickly retaliated, causing Lord Forth to Shift and put his brother into the earth.

He quickly ran forward to check on Sasuke, though was stopped short just as he reached the edge of the small crater his brother was now lying in. Panting, obviously struggling to remain conscious.

He turned to Minato to question what was going on and was met with a look of confusion and worry that he probably mirrored.

"I was informed of a suspicious shinobi who appeared in the shopping district." He told him. "I'm just as confused about this as you are, Itachi."

None of this made sense, it didn't seem real. Itachi watched as Minato turned and ordered a few nearby ANBU to detain Sasuke and hold him under high security, as they sealed his brother's chakra and restrained him. Before picking him up, and disappearing.

"I should inform my father." He hears himself say.

"Yes." Lord Forth agrees. "I would like both of you to meet me in my office. It seems we have a lot to discuss."

Itachi nods his agreement and sets off toward home. He's unsure of what exactly he's going to say to father, but he'll think of something.

He's still trying to wrap his head around what just happened. It's been 3 years since he's last seen his little brother, so much has changed.

Sasuke had grown, no longer was he a pudgy-faced teenager, moody and sulking. He had grown taller, as tall as him maybe or taller. Broader, though not as broad as most, he still held an epicene air to him that belied the strength beneath. His face had sharpened, smoothed out, and held a fierce coldness to it that Itachi didn't understand.

And those eyes.

He had never seen eyes like that before, had only read about them.

He finds his way home and stops just outside the door. He can smell his mother's cooking coming from the other side and immediately feels guilty that he and his father won't be able to stay to enjoy it. He sighs and slides the door open.

"I'm home!" he calls, as he removes his shoes.

"Itachi! Welcome home, you’re back earlier than I was expecting. Dinner won't be ready for at least another hour or so." His mother greets him, coming to the kitchen door to see him. She smiles at him as she drys her hands with a tea towel, and throws it over her shoulder when she's done.

"Ah, sorry Mom. Lord Hokage wishes to speak with Father and me, and has sent me to fetch him." He smiles and rubs the back of his neck. "So we may have to postpone dinner a little longer."

"Oh! No worries, it'll keep till you get back. Is everything alright?" she inquires, giving him a patient smile.

He nods and smiles. "Nothing to worry about." He hopes.

She nods and reaches out to gently touch his cheek, leaning forward to kiss the other before drawing back. She gives him that same patient smile and turns to retreat into the kitchen.

He takes a moment to appreciate his mother's silent support, and her understanding before he too turns and heads further into the house towards his father's study.

He wishes the walk was longer, before he knows it he's standing outside the door. Calling out to ask for admission. Granted quickly, Itachi enters and kneels before his father.

"Itachi. is something the matter? You're home early." His father is straight to the point as always.

"Forgive me for interrupting, father. But Lord Hokage has requested your presence, and has tasked me to find you." Itachi bows as he says this, and as he straightens his father meets his eyes.

"Hmm? What's this all about then?" He asks slowly, arms crossed. Fugaku and Minato had always gotten along well enough, but when hierarchy was involved things tended to get a little tense.

"There was an incident in the shopping district today. He wishes to discuss with you the nature of this incident and what action may be taken." Itachi worded carefully.

He decided discretion was probably for the best. His father would gather that the Uchiha were involved and his presence was needed to nullify the matter. He would wait till they made it to the security of the Hokage's office to disclose exactly what had happened that day.

Fugaku frowns and nods. "Very well." He stands, turns, and heads to a door in the far corner. “I'll meet you out front." He says as he walks through the door, leaving Itachi alone as he closes it behind him.

Itachi stands and turns back the way he came. Through the corridors, till he finds himself standing outside the kitchen door once more. He watches his mother as she occupies herself with dinner. Guilt resurfaces as he watches her work, unsure of how long they'll be gone.

He’s broken from his thoughts as his father steps past him into the kitchen. He calls out to Mikoto and informs her of their departure. She turns and smiles at the both of them, before turning her attention back to her husband. He leans down to kiss her goodbye, and Itachi turns away from them, letting them have their moment. He instead busies himself with his sandals, before standing to wait for his father.

As Fugaku joins him to pull on his shoes, Itachi pulls open the front door and steps out into the waning afternoon sun. His father joins him and pulls the door closed behind them. They walk down the cobblestone path a bit before taking to the roofs, picking up speed as they make their way toward Hokage Tower.

They share no words on their journey, only the sound of their shoes on the tiled roofs accompanies them.

They descend to the streets once again and make their way through the doors of the building, and up the stairs towards the Hokage’s office. As they reach the large wooden door, Fugaku raps his knuckles firmly against the barrier. A faint bid of entrance is given and they make their way into the circular room overlooking the village.

Minato stands at the windows and turns as they enter to welcome them.

“I appreciate you meeting with me on such short notice, Fugaku. Itachi. Please sit, we have some rather pressing matters to discuss.” He offers two chairs pulled forward toward the large desk before him. He sits in the chair behind it and places his elbows upon its surface lacing his fingers in front of him, waiting for them to settle.

“I’m unsure of how much Itachi has informed you of, but I suppose we should cover everything from the beginning,” Minato starts. “Earlier today, we received reports of a suspicious man of obvious Uchiha descent wandering the shopping district. Witnesses say he just fell from the sky.”

Itachi watches his father from his peripherals, trying to gauge his reaction. But the man is stoic beside him, arms crossed as he listens to Minato recount the day's events.

“ANBU were dispatched to analyze the situation and determine the likelihood of a threat. Not long after a call for backup came through. The subject quickly immobilized three ANBU before Itachi’s unit was able to arrive on site. Two more ANBU were incapacitated before Itachi was able to provide enough of a distraction for me to step in and we were able to apprehend the subject.” Minato finishes. He pauses a moment to let the information settle before he continues.

“Fugaku, are you aware of your youngest son’s current whereabouts?” He asks.

Itachi sees his father frown, brows furrowing at the question, and turns his attention to the windows in front of him. The sky is painted brilliant hues of orange and pink, though its beauty is lost on him.

“Sasuke is currently on a training mission with his cousin and has been for the past three years. You permitted him to leave the village yourself, Lord Hokage.” Fugaku states matter of factly, though still frowning.

“Yes.” Minato nods. “Have you received any correspondence from him as of late?”

“He and his mother exchange letters occasionally, though it’s been about two weeks since we’ve received anything. What is all this about?” Fugaku asks, obviously irritated with the runaround.

“It’s Sasuke,” Itachi blurts out. He stares unseeingly out the windows and says, “The shinobi from the shopping district… It’s Sasuke.”

The room goes quiet and after a moment Itachi turns to look at his father. Fugaku holds his gaze for a short moment, searching, before he sighs and turns his attention back to Minato.

“I've already dispatched a team to confirm Sasuke is still present at his post. Until then we have detained this Sasuke to maximum security.” Explains Minato. “Whether this is Sasuke or a disguise, this person is dangerous. And he must be treated as such until we can make sense of this. Once word is received from our mobile team, an interrogation will be conducted to figure out what exactly is going on here. And I’d like for the two of you to sit in.” He finishes.

Itachi watches as his father nods, accepting the task, before returning to the window. Only partially listening to the conversation beside him. He waits, lost in his thoughts. Hoping there is some explanation. Some shred of elucidation to make the whole situation better than it seems. He thinks about Sasuke and wishes he could speak with him. Gain some clarity.

But till then he waits.

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Down they descend through stairwells and grim hallways, deeper into the earth, further from the sun. Led silently by a nameless ANBU, his Dog mask glints dully in the lights as they pass. By doors, by rooms, each containing secrets better left alone. Remnants still cling to the walls hidden under the faint smell of disinfectant.

Itachi doesn't recognize their escort, but he follows a few steps behind his father. As if those few steps could prolong the inevitable truths this nameless body leads them toward. Down the hall, around the corner to stop at a large door almost the same drab gray as the walls.

Another ANBU stands guard next to the door, her rabbit mask just as blank as the others. She moves to open the door before stepping aside, letting them enter, and closing the door behind them. Another door is opened in front of them and they are escorted into a large square room. A chair has been placed in the center of the room at the head of an array of glyphs that spread out behind it. To the right behind the chair is a large curved stone table covered in the same glyphs. Itachi knows the three shinobi who stand behind it as part of Konoha’s analysis team.

He and his father move to the left side of the room and are silently greeted by Inoichi, who leans against the wall. Itachi regards the chair and ignores the faint murmurs as Inoichi bestows his father with dour pleasantries. The chair seems frail, just thin metal coated in black paint. It’s not something you would expect to see in a place like this, almost like they pulled it from the storage closet last second. There are little rubber feet at the end of each leg, all torn up from being dragged against the stone. The metal peeking out from underneath is dented and rusting telling of its life in these halls.

He’s pulled from his quiet scrutiny of the chair by the sound of metal scraping against metal. The room goes quiet at the sound of the first door closing before the second opens and Ibiki Morino enters the room followed by another shinobi wearing glasses. Two more ANBU follow shortly after, dragging a body between them. Ibiki and the other move to flank the chair, as the ANBU unceremoniously drop their burden into it and turn to station themselves at the door.

And Itachi can't look away as the figure straightens itself. Sasuke. Though bound as he is there’s no mistaking the mess of dark hair and pale skin.

Ibiki sighs after a moment and shifts forward.

“Who are you?” he asks, though he receives no answer.

He waits another moment before he repeats his question a bit more firmly.

"I'll ask you again. Who are you." Once again Sasuke says nothing, just sits there, still, except for the slight rise and fall of his breaths. They wait longer this time, hoping for an easy out. For a scrap of information that might help them understand. Time slowly ticks by and just when they think they’ll get nothing from him.

“Sasuke Uchiha” He answers.

His voice slips out and slides down Itachi’s spine. He suppresses a shudder and holds on to those two words. A weary confusion slowly grows in his chest as he knows, without doubt, that this is his younger brother.

"Sasuke Uchiha is currently out on a mission, and his presence there has been confirmed." His father speaks out next to him. Bringing voice to what they already knew. The Hokage’s team had confirmed Sasuke was still in Tanzaku Town where he should be.

Itachi glances at his father from the corner of his eye to find him tense, arms crossed with a hard look on his face. He returns his gaze forward in time to watch Ibiki lean down close to Sasuke.

"Do you want to try again,” He asks. ”Or are we going to have to take the answers from you?"

This time Sasuke’s answer is immediate.

"Whether I repeat myself or you rip the answer out of my head, nothing changes."

Itachi takes a slow deep breath as Ibiki replies, “Alright then.” and takes a few steps back. Inoichi moves forward to stand directly in front of Sasuke, as Ibiki and the spectacled shinobi stand at his back. The others ready themselves at the table as Inoichi pushes his fingers gently into Sasuke’s hair, laying his palm flat against his forehead.

Itachi waits, tense, as he watches his brother's body slowly relax into unconsciousness. As they sift through his memories, pick at every piece of him.
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