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Evil Genius	By : Usha Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Itachi/Naruto Views: 2208 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto, nor do I make any money from this writing. On that note, I do not own any part of the Evil Overlord List either.
Warnings: The usual stuff that corresponds to an ‘M’ rated story. Un-beta-ed

Age 15: Lost Innocence
Loud gunshots echoed throughout the shooting range and Itachi blinked as one shooter in particular let a bullet fly loose. On a television screen, he watched as the target exploded as the bullet raced through it and imbedded itself into a tree.
The target was too far from the range to track the shot so viewing screens had been installed out in the field to help determine when it had been hit. Itachi leaned over the ledge of the window and watched as the person brought binoculars to his eyes to check the shot for himself.
The shooter sat up as another male entered the viewing area and started to talk. Itachi couldn’t hear the words being exchanged, but he had gotten extremely good at reading lips and his eyes followed along with the conversation with a slight frown.
Behind him, the door opened and closed before a presence came to stand next to him. “What’s wrong Itachi?”
“I don’t like it.”
Fugaku chuckled. “So I’ve heard, but it was Naruto’s choice to undertake this training. He has the option to back out any time he wishes.”
Itachi scowled. “But he’s only fifteen; don’t you think that’s too young for him to be training with the older and elite members? Why couldn’t he stay with a younger group?”
“Because he wouldn’t progress more. His skills put him up with that of the older group and it wouldn’t be fair to him to keep holding him back. You wouldn’t like it if I held you back because Sasuke wasn’t up to par with you skill.”
He was silent as his father looked out the window and down at the teen who was adjusting the scope on his weapon. The head of the sniper training was an older male named Iruka and he was excellent at training Naruto. He had limitless patience along with a firm hand in discipline that made him the best mentor for the blond.
Fugaku placed a hand on Itachi’s shoulder. “He’ll be fine Itachi, it’s in his blood and as long as it’s something he wants to do; he’ll succeed. Don’t deny him his desires,” he let his hand slip away and turned to go. He paused at the door. “Don’t forget that you have a meeting with the commanders today.”
Itachi nodded and leaned against the walls as Iruka corrected another person and Naruto waited for the okay to fire. He was sprawled out on the grass, covered in camouflage, making it hard for Itachi to make out his body. A black bandana was wrapped around his hair to keep it from being seen and if the teen turned a little more, Itachi would have been able to make out the dirt on his face.
The call to set echoed around the range and he watched as everyone released a bullet. The viewer was keyed in on Naruto’s target and once again, it exploded. It took the blond a second to dial in the image with his view, but he grinned in delight at the destroyed target.
“Time for a break while I hand out the mission reports for this next exercise,” Iruka called out. The snipers moved away from their equipment as they shrugged out of their coverings. Itachi’s eyes narrowed as the man pulled Naruto aside and handed him a piece of paper. “Since you just joined, I’m keeping you here for a little more training.”
Itachi watched as Naruto nodded and he could see the disappointment in his eyes at not being able to head out with the elite team. Itachi however sighed with relief as he continued to listen. He knew that Naruto would be staying and training for at least another two hours before he went to work; another issue that he had argued with his father about.
Naruto darted off into the woods and quickly vanished from his sight, leaving Itachi to wait until he showed up on a viewer. They had monitors out in the forest to keep track of all their snipers when they practiced in case something happened to them. The viewing monitors doubled as a security camera as well, since the area was too vast to keep fully guarded.
Finally, the blond showed up on the screen as he slunk through the terrain. Itachi wasn’t sure what his target was this time, but he was covered in camouflage making it harder to keep track of him. Finally, he settled down in a spot and set up his equipment before ducking under a bush.
The door opened and Itachi’s eyes glanced towards it before going back to the screen. “Hello Iruka.”
“Itachi,” the man said, inclining his head slightly. “What brings you here again, watching Naruto?”
He nodded. “I think he’s too young and I feel as though he’s growing up too fast.”
Iruka sat on the table as his eyes focused on the viewer. “Naruto is young, but I’ve seen younger men and women pick up a gun before his age. We didn’t start training him with a gun until a few years ago. We went in stages, so his mind was prepared for each level. He learns it all so fast.”
“He’s loosing his childhood and innocence.”
“No one stays innocent forever, Itachi,” Iruka said carefully. “It was bound to happen sooner or later, the question would have been when. I know you care for him, but you can’t protect him forever.”
“Get out.”
Iruka dipped his head again. “I’m sorry if I offended you, but it’s the truth.”
Before Itachi could snap at the man again, he vanished from the room, leaving him alone. Silence filled the area and Itachi soaked it in, trying to remind himself that this was Naruto’s idea to join the team and he had no right to deny it to him. But it still didn’t quell the fear that rose up in him, and the feelings confused him.
The year Naruto was kidnapped, his father pulled the blond from the school with the excuse that he didn’t want a repeat of that day again. It made sense and Naruto stayed at home, being schooled by various tutors. Sasuke sulked and pouted at loosing his younger brother and asked to stay home as well, but Mikoto had quite literally kicked him out the door.
Itachi hadn’t suspected anything for the first few months, but when Naruto turned eleven, he began noticing the differences. The once smooth hands became rough and calloused and his actions grew more silent. Itachi had to strain his ears to hear Naruto walking down the hallway and one of the bigger changes he had undergone was his attire.
The once normal clothes had changed into bright colors. The sudden change had thrown Itachi for a while, making him think that perhaps his thoughts about Naruto training were wrong. Because if he had been training, he wouldn’t be wearing something that could be seen across the mansion. However, he indulged himself and asked the blond why he had suddenly changed his wardrobe.
Naruto simply answered. “It throws off my enemies and makes them confused. Plus, if I can hide in plain sight with bright clothes, then imagine what I can do with normal ones.”
That next day, Itachi skipped classes to spy on Naruto. His mind told him that Naruto was training to become something dangerous and he didn’t like it, but what he didn’t like was that no one was telling him anything. If someone was training him, Itachi wanted to know what he was being trained for and by whom. Years back, he had made a promise to protect the child, this also fell under the same subject of protecting him.
He wasn’t surprised to see Naruto wondering the hallways at that time in the morning, nor was he surprised when he turned down the hall that led to the practice rooms. He was however, shocked to see Naruto settle in for a training session with one of their many teachers. Together, they warmed up with simple exercises to help loosen up their muscles before they started to attack each other.
Their movements were fluid with each blow and block that was thrown, allowing them to move carefully around each other. It didn’t take long for Itachi to realize that the movements weren’t focusing on the force behind the attacks, but rather the tactical advantage in a battle. Due to Naruto’s age, he wasn’t strong enough to take down a fully armed man, so he would have to find other ways to protect himself.
They broke apart after the teacher pinned Naruto to the ground and Itachi had to stop from going in to pull the man off him. Once the teacher vanished from the room, Naruto sat down on the blue mat, closed his eyes and started to meditate. For a while, Itachi watched him, trying to decide if he should confront him or not.
In the end, Naruto simply opened an eye. “I know you’re there Itachi, come and join me.”
The words were spoken softly and without delay. Itachi walked inside the room and sat beside Naruto, mimicking Naruto’s stance. For a while, they sat in silence, neither asking the questions on their mind.
Finally, Naruto let his shoulders slump. “Why are you here?”
“Because you were acting different. It’s my job to watch for those things.”
Naruto nodded. “That’s right, if anything is out of place than it could be a cause for concern.”
Itachi turned around until he was facing Naruto, gazing into his blue eyes. “Naruto, what are you trying to do?”
“I wanted to keep this from you and Sasuke for a little longer, but I guess I underestimated you,” Naruto said softly and his head tipped back to look up at the ceiling. “I’m in training to become a sniper, like my parents.”
Before Naruto could blink, he was pressed flat against the mat, staring up into the furious face of Itachi. He flinched at the hard glare that was directed his way. “You want to do what?”
“I have my reasons why and you can’t stop me Itachi,” he snapped. “I’m not a child anymore.”
Itachi’s head lowered against the mat to rest next to Naruto’s. “Please Naruto, don’t do this; I can’t stand to see you hurt.”
A small smile crossed Naruto’s face. “Thank you Itachi, but this is something that I have to do. My reasons are mine alone, but I beg you to trust me.”
The plea was there and Itachi felt torn between telling Naruto to stop and letting him continue. He knew what it was like, wanting to prove yourself to others and he imagined that it couldn’t be easy for Naruto. Being surrounded by skilled and trained fighter’s everyday merely to be the only one who had never touched a weapon before was something that probably made Naruto feel weak.
He shifted until he could wrap his arms around the younger boy, pulling him into a tight embrace. “I trust you Naruto; I won’t like that you’re doing this, but I’ll trust you.”
Naruto nodded against his shoulder, wrapping smaller arms around Itachi’s torso. “Don’t tell Sasuke, let him figure things out first,” he said, voice slightly muffled in Itachi’s shirt. He heard Itachi agree with his demands before a soft kiss was placed on his forehead.
“Stay safe Naruto,” Itachi murmured as he stood up and left the room silently.
After that day, Itachi continued his training while Naruto started his new duties. He watched from a distance, noting the way he seemed to handle everything that was thrown at him. It was easy to forget that Itachi had started at a young age as well, and often times he had to stop himself from running into a training session.
He was happy to see that Naruto didn’t seem to loose the innocence about him, despite his increasing knowledge on fighting. He would still sneak into Itachi’s room during a thunderstorm, allowing Itachi to keep him safe. Itachi refused to deny Naruto that pleasure, stating that it was the one thing that showed him he was still a child somewhere deep inside.
The door opened behind him and Itachi’s gaze flickered to the door before focusing back on the monitor. The person who entered the room shuffled across the room to stand next to him, turning dark eyes onto the TV screen as well. “Is he out there somewhere?”
“Iruka gave him a separate training mission; he’s too inexperienced to go with the older members,” Itachi answered, glancing at Sasuke briefly, wondering why his brother had come to watch Naruto train. “Did you have a question, Sasuke? You usually don’t come to the training grounds to watch Naruto.”
Sasuke shifted slightly. “You’ve been with other people before, right?”
Itachi’s eyebrow rose at the question. “I take it you’re asking if I’ve had sex with someone before.”
Red bloomed across Sasuke’s face at the blunt question, making Itachi smirk at the reaction. He hadn’t realized that someone had caught Sasuke’s attention and he wondered who the person was. At his brother’s nod, he turned away from Naruto, who hadn’t moved in the fields, to look at Sasuke.
“What is it that you want to know?”
“How do you know if you like that person, not just to have…sex with them, but have feelings for them?”
Leaning back against the table, Itachi pondered the question. “It’s different for every person Sasuke, everyone has their own tastes and prefer different things in a person,” he leaned forward to flick Sasuke on the forehead in a playful motion. “Who has caught your eye little brother?”
Huffing, Sasuke glanced to the side of the room, looking out the window that overlooked the large shooting range. “Why do you think someone has caught my attention? Did you ever think that I might be curious about the act itself?”
“Ah, is it time for that talk? I don’t believe that mother or father has given it to you yet, and as your older brother it’s my duty to make sure you’re prepared for the world.”
Sasuke recoiled from the comment. “I don’t want you telling me anything about your sex life; do you want to scar me for life or something?”
“Such a drama queen,” Itachi muttered, straightening up and looking back out the window. Behind him, Sasuke fiddled with the zipper on his jacket, a sign that he was nervous and Itachi watched the motion quietly in the reflection of the window. There was something that was bothering his younger brother and he disliked not knowing what was going through his head.
While his father was still years away from retiring, Itachi was steadily taking over his father’s position as Evil Overlord, learning quickly what he needed to do in order to keep their place in the world. Their information networks were working hard to break the newest code that Akatsuki had placed on their organization, but were having no luck. More often than not, their own computers would end up receiving viruses during the hacking process.
Akatsuki was toying with them. Dropping bits of information to spies, making it near impossible to figure out if the information was a lie or not.
It was this lack of control that frustrated Itachi. He liked to know what people were planning; what was going on inside their minds and to be left in the dark about something was maddening.
Finally, Sasuke moved forward to stand next to Itachi, eyes focusing on Naruto who had moved slightly in the bushes. Behind him, Sasuke’s lips moved while on the screen, the leaves barely shifted as Naruto moved and if Itachi hadn’t been looking, he wouldn’t have seen the change in his stance.
The gunshot echoed loudly throughout the room on the TV screen and a figure in the field dropped to the ground as Naruto’s mark hit true. Itachi stared at the screen, eyes focused on it but not seeing anything in front of him as Sasuke’s last words echoed through his mind.
“I think I like Naruto.”
Loud music played over the speakers of the club as Itachi moved his body through the crowded floor. All around him, bodies rocked against each other to the beat of the music while waiters tried to negotiate their way through the outskirts of the dance floor.
It was a scene of chaos to the untrained eye, but to Itachi, he knew the inner workings that accompanied the club. It was one of their many businesses that funded their operations and provided information for them.
Very few people knew that the Uchiha’s owned the club, since they had contracted outside builders through another company in order to go undetected. The bar was his father’s pride and joy due to the success that it brought in.
Situated downtown, it drew in hundreds of young teens, drug dealers, and rivals that sought to take over their position in the world. Akatsuki had many meeting spots in the downtown area and Fugaku wasn’t about to let that go unchecked.
Ten years ago, with the help of Naruto’s young mind, they had finished the plans of the building and a few years later the club was booming. Information steadily flowed through its doors from both sides of the table. Those who worked the club would often leak false information to the right people, knowing that it would make its way back to the top of the chain eventually. Although, by the time it made it there, the information was probably distorted slightly.
But one of the things that irked Itachi about the club was that Naruto was working there. Ever since he turned fifteen, the blond had been working as a waiter at the club and had plans to work as a bartender once he was older.
It was a perfect cover for him, since the outside community hadn’t seen him since the day of his capture. His appearance had changed, allowing him to slip inside the club and eavesdrop when the time called for it and because of his personality; he was able to make friends with most of the customers who frequented the club.
And while Itachi had argued adamantly about letting Naruto work in such a place, Naruto had stood firm in his decision. He knew the risks that he would take and he knew what happened behind the closed doors at the club, where the women of the club did their job.
But despite that, Naruto was still determined to work there, stating that he wasn’t going to stay innocent forever.
The thought settled uneasily with Itachi, who still looked at Naruto as though he was the sweet, innocent five year old that he loved so much. He knew that the blond would grow up, but not the way he thought. He had hoped that he would stay innocent to the workings of the mansion, living a normal life compared to the rest of them.
“Can I take your order sir?”
The familiar voice drew Itachi from his memories and he looked up from his seat to see brown eyes staring at him. The dark brown hair fell across the servers face and Itachi frowned at the man.
“I would like a private room with you,” he stated and watched as eyebrows furrowed slightly in confusion before he nodded his head.
“Certainly sir, if you will follow me.”
They worked their way through the crowded floor until they reached the staircase that led to the private rooms above the building. Upstairs, the hallways were lit with soft lights to help provide privacy while thick carpet muffled any noise as they padded across the plush material.
Once they reached the furthest room, the waiter pressed several key codes into the pad before inserting a key into the lock. The door was opened silently and shut just as softly once they were inside the room.
As soon as the door locked behind them, Itachi reached forward to pull the brown wig off the waiter’s head, revealing a dark bandanna that covered bright blond hair. “Take out those contacts; I can’t talk to you when you’re in disguise.”
Naruto nodded and pulled the color contacts from his eyes, blinking a bit before he focused on Itachi. “Is something wrong that you came here?”
Itachi shook his head and gestured for Naruto to come closer as he leaned against the desk. The owner’s office was located on the second floor, tucked in the very back of the pleasure rooms, hidden from view. Even if someone stumbled into the room, they would think that it was merely another room, one that was set up for an office role-play.
Once Naruto was close enough, he pulled the blond close to him, wrinkling his nose at the smoke and alcohol that wafted from his clothes. “I want you to stop working here Naruto.”
Naruto sighed against the folds of Itachi’s clothes. “Itachi, we’ve been through this already, why are you bringing it up again? This is the only way that I can buy my weapons without bothering your parents. I don’t want to be a burden to them.”
“You’re not a burden. If anything, you’re making me worry about you every night you come here to work. What if someone discovers who you are and tries to take you again?”
“The security guards keep careful watch on me, as your father requested. It was one of the requirements that I had to agree to when I asked to work here,” Naruto answered. “I know you worry, but I’m not a child anymore.”
Rough hands reached up to cup Itachi’s chin, and the calluses on Naruto’s hands reminded him of Naruto’s occupation in the mansion. They told of the hours spent training with dangerous weapons as he learned to kill those who wished to threaten their position.
“What are you trying to prove, Naruto?” he asked softly.
Naruto was silent before answering just as softly. “I told you, my reasons are mine alone.”
Itachi’s hands gripped Naruto’s wrist tightly. “No matter how good you are at your training, you’re still young and inexperienced. There will be times when you won’t be able to defend yourself and the enemy uses your weakness to destroy you. Can you be so selfish to allow yourself to be killed, leaving the rest of us to mourn your death?”
“And would you be so selfish as to deny me my birthright?” Naruto snarled. “I know the risks that I’m taking, I’ve known them ever since I started but that hasn’t stopped me once. When will you finally see that I’m not a little child anymore; that I’ve grown up and deserve respect as well? You give it to Sasuke, why not me?”
“Because you’re someone special to me and I don’t want to lose you, not to our enemies and not to my brother.”
Naruto’s gaze dropped to the ground at Itachi’s words and he slumped in the tight hold. “You’re never going to see me as anything other than that five year old, are you?” he asked, emotion filling his voice.
Silence filled the room, giving Naruto the answer he needed.
He tore his wrist from Itachi’s grasp and moved towards the door. “If it really bothers you that much, I’ll stop, but know this Itachi Uchiha; everything I do is for you and you are my one and only true weakness.”
The door slammed behind him, leaving Itachi alone in the quiet room. The words ran through his mind like a broken record player and a few minutes later, Itachi cursed softly.
For two weeks, Itachi and Naruto avoided each other, or rather; Naruto was able to stay hidden from Itachi who was constantly trying to seek him out.
True to his word, Naruto had stopped working in the club, stating that he couldn’t stand the smoky smell anymore. While Fugaku suspected that there was something else behind Naruto’s motives for quitting, he never questioned him further.
Instead, he simply accepted the resignation and allowed Naruto to continue training.
The blond continued training, throwing himself into it with a furious determination, as though he was trying to use the training as a way to forget a memory. Itachi watched him from afar, knowing that he was the one to cause the dramatic change in the young teen.
He could see the hurt in the blue eyes as he continued to strive for perfection, trying to show that he wasn’t a child anymore. It was hard for Itachi to watch Naruto continue to tear his body down through the harsh training that was inflicted on him, and his own work started to suffer.
He knew it was his fault and that he should be glad that Naruto wasn’t working at the club anymore, but for some reason he felt worse. To make things worse, everyone seemed to be asking him what was wrong with Naruto, knowing that they were always close.
It made things even harder for him when no one could get him to stop training so harshly and Naruto seemed to be wasting away before them.
The words from that night constantly echoed throughout his head, forcing him to step back and think about how he had treated Naruto over the years. It was true that he no longer saw Sasuke as a little child anymore, realizing that he had indeed grown up into teenager.
But he couldn’t figure out why he couldn’t do the same thing with Naruto. While the blond was only a few months younger than Sasuke, he treated him as though Naruto was years younger; constantly acting as though still seven instead of fifteen.
Itachi knew that the biggest reason he refused to see Naruto as growing older was due to his own emotions that he had started feeling a year back. They scared him to feel that strongly to Naruto and his mind cried for ways to make the emotions stop.
Hearing Sasuke admit the other night that he might have developed the same feelings was enough to make him blank out for the rest of the day. The thought that he could loose Naruto to his brother made his mind reel and it made the realization hit tenfold that he could loose Naruto easily.
If not from his brother, then by an enemy.
It was that thinking that made him go to the club the other night, asking Naruto to quit his job. But now, seeing Naruto tear himself down with training due to his own foolishness made him realize that if he lost Naruto, it was due to his own stupidity.
Because despite trying to see Naruto as the child he wished he still was, there was no denying the two glaring facts that had developed over the past five years. That Naruto was indeed no longer a child and that he could no longer run from his feelings for the blond anymore.
They had been there for years, lurking underneath the skin, disguised as different emotions. He had thought that the desire to protect Naruto had shifted over the years, growing stronger as they both grew older until that night that he realized what the feelings actually were.
They terrified him at feeling something more than the brotherly love he held for Naruto, and his mind refused to wrap around the idea that he might care about the blond more than that. He had been aware of the hidden emotions for the past year, but they were easy to brush off. Itachi had always convinced his mind that the feelings were nothing but sexual frustration, and nothing more.
There was no way he could love Naruto.
The though was absurd; Naruto was five years younger than he was and he had more than enough people willing to fulfill his sexual desires. But watching the blond child grow into a teen had him thinking differently at times. Baby fat burned away as he continued training, and toned muscle started to fill out his body. It had taken everything in his mind to push the feelings away, focusing instead on his job and whoever happened to be in his bed at night.
But those wild nights still ended with pain; all he could think about was Naruto. The way those blue eyes would swim with pain the next morning and Itachi knew that Naruto could hear them. The looks had grown more in the past year as Itachi stayed away from him, intent on trying to bury the feelings. Those looks hurt and he knew that he was the cause of them.
A loud crack of thunder sounded throughout the mansion and Itachi’s eyes drifted towards the window. It hadn’t started to rain yet, but on the horizon, he could see the dark streaks of impending rain.
“Itachi.”
He turned around to see his mother with a worried expression on her face. “Yes mother?”
“Naruto is outside training still. He won’t come inside despite the storm. Do you think you can bring him in, he listens to you.”
Itachi shook his head. “I don’t think that’s a good idea; I’m not on his good side right now.”
Mikoto sighed and walked closer. “Whatever is going on between you two needs to be settled. He’s tearing himself down, and you’re always walking around like a zombie. If you can’t face this small problem, then how do you expect to handle the bigger ones when you take over?”
The small question felt like a whip to his pride and he nodded briefly. “I’ll go talk to him.”
“Just find something in common and go with that,” his mother called out as he walked away.
Soft anger threatened to overwhelm Itachi as he walked towards the outdoor training area, but he calmed it down. There was no need to be upset with Naruto when he hadn’t done anything. Most of the blame fell on himself for being so stubborn, but fingers could be pointed later.
Within minutes, Itachi was standing underneath the covered terrace, eyes focused on the still figure. He could see the faint tremors as a clap of thunder sounded through the air, but Naruto didn’t move. His body stayed still as he held the difficult pose, determined not to let anything distract him.
Itachi’s feet were silent as they moved across the sand ground, carefully approaching Naruto. Despite his young age, Naruto was still dangerous and any sudden attacks would hurt. As he approached, he watched as Naruto’s body stiffened and Itachi stopped a few steps away, waiting for the sniper to make the first move.
As a bolt of lighting flashed across the sky, Naruto’s body lashed out; fist flying towards Itachi’s head. Itachi’s hand shot out to catch the curled fist, yanking Naruto forward. He heard the faintest of snarls before the blond was twisting his body again.
Itachi’s hand released Naruto’s, jumping backwards as the younger male kicked out at him. They stayed apart, Naruto’s muscle shaking from holding the stance for so long.
“Why are you here?” Naruto snarled.
“To make you stop,” Itachi answered. “It’s going to storm soon and there’s no need for you to get sick or injured.”
Naruto’s eyes rolled. “So glad to see that you care,” his body dropped down into a crouch again. “Go away.”
Itachi frowned and walked closer towards Naruto, using the noise above them to hide his steps. Once he was close enough, his hand shot out, pushing Naruto. The younger male tipped over, muscles locking up as he landed harshly on the ground. Itachi squatted down and watched as Naruto’s head shot up to glare at him, blue eyes flashing dangerously.
“We’re going inside, now.”
With a roar, Naruto launched himself at Itachi, tackling him down to the ground. Sand cushioned the fall, but it did nothing to stop the fist that landed on Itachi’s face. He grunted with pain and kicked Naruto off him, pushing hair out of his face. He stalked back towards Naruto, grabbing his wrist as he tried to throw another punch.
“Enough,” he said softly, but the words were tinted with ice. “We need to settle this Naruto. I understand that I may have treated you like a child in the past…”
“May have,” Naruto growled and wrenched his wrist free. “You still do; always trying to undermine everything that I do. It’s as if you don’t want me to succeed. Do you hate me that much?”
“No,” Itachi answered quickly and reached forward to grab Naruto’s chin. “No. I could never hate you.”
Naruto jerked back from the touch as though he had been slapped. “Don’t lie to me,” he hissed. “I see the looks you give me and you’ve made your blatant dislike for my training well known,” he looked towards the side. “Everything I do is for you, why can’t you see that?”
Dark eyes blinked in surprise. Even though Naruto had said the same words two weeks earlier, it was still unexpected to hear them. Naruto’s eyes held his, judging him for any reaction towards his words. For several moments, silence filled the space between them before Naruto stalked past him, eyes swimming with unshed tears.
“I hate myself for feeling this way.”
The words were softly spoken as he passed by Itachi and without another thought, Itachi’s hand shot out, grabbing Naruto’s shoulder. He spun him around and flinched at the raw emotion. It had been a while since he had seen emotions on Naruto’s face and it reminded Itachi how young the blond was. Naruto wasn’t used to hiding his feelings at all times and Itachi could see the mask falling down around him. His cupped Naruto’s face gently as his eyes searched the hurt face.
Naruto froze under his touch and Itachi’s fingers brushed over the scarred cheeks. He could see the hesitation and hurt swimming in the blue eyes and he slowly pulled Naruto into an embrace. Hesitantly, Naruto’s arms circled around Itachi’s waist and within seconds, his body was trembling.
Itachi slowly guided them towards the ground until they were kneeling in the sand, allowing the grainy material to slip inside his clothes. Naruto’s hands clawed at his back as Itachi’s hands found themselves buried in the blond locks as he pushed Naruto’s head closer. Small spots of wetness started to appear on his shirt and he flinched as the cold drops started to seep into the fabric. The feeling was opposite of the warm drops that covered his chest.
“I’m sorry Naruto,” he murmured, stroking the damp hair. He leaned forward more, curling his body around Naruto’s, protecting him from the rain. “I never meant to hurt you like this; you mean so much to me.”
Naruto shook his head and tried to push away, but Itachi’s arms tightened more around him. “Don’t say that Itachi,” he sobbed. “Don’t say things you don’t mean.”
“Naruto…”
“No,” he muttered, pulling away. Tears mixed in with the rain, making it hard to differentiate the two. “I know you don’t mean it. You show more than you think and I’m tired of feeling this way. I don’t want to feel anymore; it hurts too much.”
Itachi’s hands gripped Naruto’s shoulders tightly, his eyes flashing. “You will not, hide your emotions away. I will not let you turn into an Uchiha,” his grip softened and he reached up to brush away the wetness streaming down Naruto’s face. “You have no idea how much it would hurt me to see you lock away your emotions.”
“Why,” Naruto asked wearily. His body slumped forward, mentally exhausted from the earlier breakdown. “You only see me like another brother. Shouldn’t you want another perfect Uchiha brother?”
“No. I just want you. I want all of you, and you have no idea how much I’ve wanted it.” Itachi answered, tipping Naruto’s head back. He placed a soft kiss on his forehead and dragged him closer to his wet body.
“’Tachi?” he mumbled sleepily. Blue eyes struggled to stay open and the warmth from Itachi’s body was making him tired. Weeks of training and emotional stress were quickly catching up and Naruto found his head dropping forward. He felt Itachi’s hands guiding his head closer towards his chest, blocking it from the rain before darkness over took him.
Warmth surrounded Naruto as he blearily opened his eyes. A white ceiling stared back at him and he closed his eyes again, feeling his head pulse with pain. As the pain in between his eyes increased, he turned towards the side, facing the window. Darkness filled the glass and he flinched as a lighting bolt flew across the sky.
He wasn’t sure how he had gotten to his room, but he was grateful for the soft bed beneath him. His body ached from the training and his headache was growing worse with each lighting bolt. He jumped as a loud clap of thunder shook the window and lighting lit up his room. Sitting up, he let the covers pool around his waist and rubbed at his face.
He wanted to go curl up in Itachi’s room again, to feel safe in Itachi’s arms, but he wasn’t about to crawl back to him. There was no way Naruto would be able to face Itachi again after his breakdown outside. Heat raced to his cheeks as he remembered crying into Itachi’s chest and telling him how he felt. There was no way he could ever face him again.
Warm arms circled around his chest, making him jump slightly. “You’re letting in the cold air,” a voice mumbled, and tugged him back down to the bed. Covers were thrown over his body before a heavy arm settled across his waist.
Naruto turned around in the grasp and found dark eyes watching him. “Itachi.” The arm tightened as he tried to back out of the bed and he finally gave up with a huff. “Why are you here?”
“Because I don’t want to push you away anymore; I want you by my side.”
Naruto blinked and ducked his head into the sheets. “You’re just saying that.”
Itachi’s fingers curled around his chin, pulling his head up slightly until their eyes could meet. “No, I’m not. I know that you want me to say that I love you Naruto, but I can’t do that yet. I won’t lie and say that I don’t have feelings for you, but I’m not free to pursue them.”
“Why?”
A chuckle escaped Itachi’s throat. “Because for one, you’re still young and what you think you’re feeling can change in a few years,” he placed a finger over Naruto’s lips to stop him from protesting. “And the other reason is that I want you to focus on your training. I know it’s important to you, and you won’t be able to think straight if you’re always thinking about other things.”
Naruto’s head nodded, if not reluctantly at the statement. He knew all too well, what the next few years would entail from him. The stress that would be placed on both of them as the recent Lord moved into retirement would be high and several plans would need to be put into play. And because of this, something as trivial as a relationship would only make things harder.
However, it didn’t mean that they wouldn’t try. But they both needed to mature before they could try anything more and for now Naruto was content. Itachi had reminded him that he had a job that he needed to do, and playing kissy face with Itachi wasn’t going to help any.
“I understand,” he said softly.
Itachi sighed and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead. “Things will work out eventually Naruto,” he said, tucking the blond head under his chin. “I promise.”
Naruto nodded and waited until he felt Itachi’s breathing even out before closing his eyes. He bit his lip and fought back the lone tear that threatened to escape his eye.
Things weren’t going to work out.
A/N: Heh, I apologize for the long wait, this chapter was hard to write and I'm still not happy with but I don't think staring at it will make things sound better XD. However, the next chapter is one of my favorites and is the big turning point for the story; so hopefully it won't take long to write. :)
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