December | By : kokkeichan Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1214 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Title: December
Author: Cheza-chan
Rating: R
Summary: Fired from his job, his world freezing around him, Umino Iruka must try and cope with the fact that he no longer has anything else left. Hatake Kakashi, owner of an animal clinic, proves that there are things worth living for.
Pairing: GenIru (ended), OroIru (non-con), KakaIru, SasuNaru, ShikaKiba, GaaSaku
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto--sadly. I'm just using the characters to express my mounting love for the show.
Chapter Two - Uchiha Sasuke
Another cell door clanging shut jarred the young boy awake. His trial was in several hours and he'd been trying to catch up on missed sleep. Rubbing his eyes, he allowed his head to fall back against the wall. He stared out the bars of the windows and found he was unable to stop himself from reliving that night.
Uchiha Sasuke stepped from the cab he'd taken back to his apartment complex with a deep sigh, the black jacket of his school uniform hanging open to reveal a plain white shirt. He was sure the alcohol on his breath wasn't too strong, but his mother had the nose of a bloodhound. He grinned, still loving her all the same and more. After climbing the steps of the four-story structure and pushing open the glass door, Sasuke noticed a lack of people--there weren't any.
The entire building was owned and run by his family--it had been purchased so they could continue to be close-knit.
No one was behind the lobby desk and there was no sign that said when he or she would be back from wherever they had gone to. Sasuke rushed to the elevator before him with growing concern. Even on a slow day, he'd have to take the back way in to avoid confrontation and conversation because there were always crowds loitering on the bottom floor. The silver doors closed on his worried face.
Had he taken the stairs, an answer would have come quicker.
On the fourth floor where the rooms of his immediate family were, carnage greeted him. Sasuke's dark eyes flew wide and his school case fell from his hand and his hand flew to his mouth. The walls of the hall and the carpeted floor were decorated by a dark color. Every time the broken light flickered brightly, the crimson became obvious. The bodies were more gruesome.
Sasuke stepped from the elevator, unable to stop his body's shuddering as he walked around and over his bullet-ridden and mutilated family members. With every step--each time his foot touched the carpet--the blood pooled with a soft squish then receded. He felt his insides become knotted and his stomach churn, but he wouldn't allow the bile to rise in his throat.
Sasuke shakily reached for the handle to his parents' apartment and pushed the unlocked door open. The only trace of blood was what had seeped under and into the room. "Mom?" he called out in a broken voice. "Dad?" His next move would have been across the hall to his brother's room to see if that's where they all were when he heard a soft whimper. "Mom!"
The sixteen-year old ran by the living room furnished with lavender pieces--it was all seen as soon as the door opened-and down the short hall. He threw open the door on his left and felt all life leave him.
"Sasu--"
The remainder of his name never left his mother's lips. She fell onto her husband's lifeless body with a dull thud and a bullet wound to the head, her eyes wide and unseeing. The gun was then turned on him, his own brother behind the trigger.
An emotionless mask was what Uchiha Itachi wore. His eyes almost burned red in the darkness of the room, possibly from the blood he was soaked in. There was no recoil as the final bullet left the magazine and flew out through the chamber.
Sasuke stumbled backwards, unable to feel the pain in his left shoulder because a definite numbness had spread throughout his entire being. The bullet never came out the other side. "I… tachi…" he choked out.
"I only did as I was told," the elder of the pair stated coolly. He released the empty clip from the Kahr K9 and pulled a new one from his pocket. Reinserting it, Itachi took aim again only to slowly lower his arm. "Sasuke," he sighed, starting across the room to the trembling figure. He cupped the side of his brother's face upon reaching him and leaned down to whisper, "We never needed them. Haven't I always been there to provide you with everything you ever needed or wanted… little brother?"
Sasuke's eyes widened as Itachi's lips captured his in a soft, gentle manner and he swallowed hard. "Sasuke," Itachi whispered, sliding his hand down the smooth, supple skin of his brother's neck. He felt the body tremble under his touch as his fingers dipped into the waist of Sasuke's trousers. Warm. He wanted his brother's warmth… because he was cold. The older Uchiha pressed himself closer, cupping Sasuke through his boxers.
Sasuke gave a small intake of air and squeezed his eyes shut tightly. He opened them; tears began rolling down his cheeks. "Itachi…"
Itachi coughed suddenly, his blood splattering over his brother's face, and stepped away, his hand sliding free of Sasuke's pants. He stared down at the pocketknife buried in his chest and recognized it as his own; he had given it to Sasuke on his tenth birthday. With a trembling hand, he took aim again, but the gun proved to be extremely heavy.
Sasuke easily slipped it free of Itachi's fingers and closed his eyes once again as he pulled the trigger.
A distant slamming pulled Sasuke from his memory and he slowly reached up to capture the tear that had slid free. He vowed it would be his final one. The corners of his lips turned downward into a fierce scowl and the boy closed his heart off to the world.
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