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Forbidden String	By : chesierecat Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 844 -:- 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) There might be more as the
story progresses.

Note: The text written in Italic is Sasuke�s POV.

Edit: Following Sasuke�s new
appearance in Part 2 of Naruto manga,
he�s carrying the sword �Kusanagi�, so I decide to
change the weapon he�s using against Itachi in this
chapter from a simple kunai to the Kusanagi.

��..�

I know I don�t have much time left. I know it�s only a matter of
time before I lose myself, completely. I know what He wants. It�s so clear what
he�s doing to me despite how many times I try to escape. Me
and my sanity.

There�s so little of the old me left...so little of that thing
so-called �sense of morality�. And now�all I can see is nothing�but the shade
of... enticing red.

Prologue

Red,
red, red. Reddest redness staining everywhere � my clothes, my hands, my
hair, my face�and even on my lips where I sweep my tongue across, feeling the
familiar coppery, bittersweet tang. A taste I�ve come to adore. How
ironic.

I feel the corners of my
lips twitch, slowly curving into their customary smirk � maybe that�s something
that doesn�t change much � as I take my time marveling at the wonderful yet
nostalgic sight I myself have created�

Many bodies lay scattered on
the ground � all dead, all lifeless � drenched in their own pools of blood.
Weapons had been drawn � most seen lying in splinter � shuriken had been used �
still be seen embedded in some of the solid surfaces around the area � to kill,
to protect themselves, whatever it was, their owner had failed. Above them, the cold full moon still shone brightly, illuminating
the ruthless crime so obvious to the eyes of the beholder as if to mock those
who had fallen.

Traces of blood went as far
as an eye could see. Some who might have fled had never had the chance to. They
had never succeeded; for it was clear in the rule of the ninja that one must
held the respect for oneself, thus never beg in front of an enemy, especially
one as cruel and heartless as a monster and one breaking the rule deserved
nothing but most painful and merciless death. Because�

In that monster�s eyes,
begging for your life was the worst crime of weakness and such weakling had
better die than struggle with such pathetic life.

�You�re making quite a scene,
aren�t you?�

I hear him say. And I
can�t help but smirk even more, for as much as he appears to be his usual indifferent
self�

I can see, my dear
brother, the scene does effect you.

I pull my katana out of the
body lying at my feet it has impaled � Kusanagi
didn�t cut only grass like its name �Grasscutter�. The
more blood it spilled, the more beautiful it became as scarlet droplets
decorated its black blade before seeping into the metal as if the blade drank from
the blood it had shed. �Don�t you like it, brother? I think I have it quite
exact to what you had once arranged for me.� The sword of snake, some had
called it. Maybe that was true. Because the blade didn�t poison only the victim
it cut but also the mind of the wielder to become absorbed of its marvelous
sharpness.

The more it cut, the
sharper it had become.

My finger traces its sharp
edge in fascination. Oh, how I wish to just plunge this sword all the way
through his still-beating heart, wanting nothing more than to feel the warmth
of his blood � my own blood � on my skin. That is�

If someone like him
does have a heart.

��

Two pairs of blood-red
Sharingan eyes caught each other in the bleakest silence of an intense gaze.
Two pairs of eyes�so much like each other. Two face structures�different in
some details to distinguish yet agonizingly similar. Everything was so silent.
Everything was so still as if unmoving that there was only the chill of night
wind that carried the foul scent of blood to their nostrils.

Why don�t you say
anything, brother? Why are you so silent? Do you not want me to achieve the
goal of becoming like you � even surpassing you? These eyes of mine see nothing
but red. All is red but you. You who stand there in stark contrast of the
redness of my world�You who I cannot wait to see blending into this shade of
chaos that stills my vision. Because� my dear brother, that
way, I will not suffer seeing that face that haunts me non-stop anymore.

I thought you are waiting
for this day, this challenge. You should be pleased, brother. Why are you so
silent? Your indifference doesn�t disturb me, your presence doesn�t upset me as
much as that little twinge of sadness � or was it remorse? � I have seen in
those cold, unfeeling eyes of yours even for one brief moment. And yet you
remain silent. Silent and unmoving. Only
gazing at me, piercing me with those red, red eyes of yours.

Silence. Bleakest silence. The sheer
silence could be deciphered as both a gift from heaven and the worst kind of
thing on earth. For the latter was capable of shattering the state of calmness,
slowly rotting one�s spirit � turning it from iron to rust � as it was
overwhelming. And the latter case was nothing different even with a state of
mind as far beyond sanity.

Just like every time between
them, it was Sasuke who lost his calm first. His temper was soaring, his anger
was scorching � searing at his own wounded soul. And as a mark of his betrayal,
his thirst for power for the sake of hatred, the curse seal gleamed and spread
from the nape of his neck where it had been marked, extending all over his
snow-white skin. His released chakra flared threateningly as if responded to
his burning anger.

�Uchiha Itachi, I will kill
you.�

And then the battle started �
the battle between blood and blood, brother against brother as the younger
one�s kunai clashed with the older one�s katana in a blinding flash. The sky
was dark and the moon still shone. One�s expression was pure hatred while the
other was all unreadable. Did one ever know whatever going on in Uchiha
Itachi�s head? No one knew�not until that last-but-not-last moment.

The brothers� battle went
among the solitary field of lifeless corpses. Metal against
metal. Jutsu against jutsu. Time went on like
days and nights, nights and days. It felt like eternity. Yet the night was
still and the pale full moon was still glowing, casting its silver ray upon
their last dance. A dance to the realm of death. One
misstep and you were the one that fell.

And yet as
they danced on and on, neither had yet made their mistake. They still waltzed there, on the dreadful battlefield
with their captivating grace � the pride of the Uchiha Clan. The
beautiful performance that was true beauty in the spectator�s eyes. The
spectator whom the two combatants were too occupied to notice until it was too
late.

Akasuna no Sasori, the master
puppeteer, was watching the fight with his never-tiring eyes and with his
intense observation for every movement of the two, appreciated this blood fight
in its tragic aesthetic. Yet in his eyes, he knew for certain that this fight
couldn�t last forever, for humans weren�t invulnerable but so frail that the
cruelty of time could rot them. Sooner or later, one of those two would be
tired, thus the end of the fight, the end of the beauty. And Sasori knew better
than to just wait and let it end the way it was.

If the beauty was to age, to
perish, he would be the one to end it before time and preserve the beauty
everlastingly, even if it was just a shot in his memory. Because
he wouldn�t have to remember anything that was the weakness of men.

With one slight movement of a
finger, a life was given to the non-life. A bloody corpse once lying in peace
bounced back with a crimson coated katana in its grip.

�And now, let�s close the
curtain.�

Faster than its own self
while living, the dead puppet charged forward with the blood-coated katana
though which the edge was now dull; the tip was still as sharp as one fine
spear.

The two brothers were still
fighting, occupying themselves with eyes intensely locking on each other,
trying to read and predict what move would be the next.

It was in this moment when
Sasuke decided to strike that the silver sliver of the moonlight caught the
sharp tip of the wielding-by-the-dead sword to glitter. And on its own accord,
Itachi�s body moved.

Splash!

Blood. Blood again. It�s all red and red. Your blood is so
warm against my skin. And your heart that I once thought was never there is now
pulsing against my chest. You�re so warm�and so close.

Tha-thump. Tha-thump. Tha-thump.

I could hear the sound of
heartbeat beating. For once, I wonder if it�s your heartbeat or my own.

Tha-thump. Tha-thump. Tha-thump.

Frantically it beats,
faster and faster and now I know that it isn�t yours but my own.

Tha-thump. Tha-thump. Tha-thump.

Your blood is seeping,
your life is fleeting but it isn�t by this hand of my own, for Kusanagi has slipped from my grip the moment you flung
yourself at me. You took the sword instead of me. You covered me with your own
bloody life. Why? Brother, why?

My world of red is fading,
blurring more and more as something as warm as your blood on my skin slides
down my cool cheeks. And my heart is beating faster as I know it�s nothing but
tears. Tears that I haven�t shed for so long.

Tears
that I don�t want to shed for you.

�I always make you cry, don�t
I, little brother?�

Blood trickles down the
corners of your lips but I can see you�re smiling. Truly
smiling. And I can�t stop the tears from coming more. I hate you for
making me cry. I hate you for taking everything away from me�even your own
life.

�I hate you, Itachi. Do you
hear me? I hate you!�

And life is slowly
fleeting. You�re slipping away from my grasp again. How much I chase, how far I�ve
gone, you�re still out of my reach �til this very end. I cannot hate you more.
Hate. Hate. Hate. Like you told me to. Hate. Hate.
Hate. I hate you so much that I cannot let you go. Not like this. Not so easy
like this.

Hurriedly but accurately,
my hands form the seals � many, many different seals that these Sharingan eyes
of mine have learnt to remember. Forbidden as it is, I won�t let you slip.

If I can�t kill you,
you have to live to suffer.

If I still live, you
will still live.

You will not die until
I die.

You will bleed because
I bleed.

But you will feel pain
� both yours and mine.

Slowly but surely, the
younger Uchiha descended his soft lips upon his brother�s blood-smeared ones,
breathing into him one half of his life. The first forbidden
kiss from the cursed forbidden jutsu. The completion
of the attaching of the string.

�From now on, Uchiha Itachi,
your life is mine.�

��..�

�Looks like the curtain
couldn�t be closed yet.�

The sole observer said to himself as thin lips formed into an amused smile. Now that
he had watched the show, he was interested to see it �til the end. Once a
string was attached, the puppeteer would play until the performance was over.
And although he wasn�t the one holding the string himself, he wouldn�t waste
his opportunity for this most twisted yet beautiful show.

But now that the play was
started, the night was over. And as the cold full moon was shrouded by the veil
of dark cloud, the shadow of Akasuna no Sasori also disappeared.

TBC

That�s all for the prologue
of this story. I know I shouldn�t start a new story but I have this idea
running around in my head for quite a while now and if I don�t start writing,
not only would it nag me non-stop but also if I wrote this later, I don�t think
the flow would be as good. (Not that this one�s that good. :P)

This is another of my �cest
piece. And while I�ve still got more stories to finish, I also have another
idea to write. I hope you don�t get bored with the pairing or my writing first.
::sweatdrops::

Feedback would grant me the
will to go on. (Sounds corny but true. XP)
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