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Hello everyone. Heh, first Naruto fic, and it's an Uchihacest. –laughs at self-

This chapter isn't smutty. The third or second one will be, but not this one… there probs won't be much Uchihacest in this one either.

Disclaimer: Incest is illegal in most countries, but in my wonderful mind it reigns free.

Broken

Itachi was angry.

Later in his life this wouldn't be a shock to many people. But at the tender age of eleven it seemed a little strange that so much anger and range could radiate from the thin figure.

When the eyes glowed red and the black whirled nauseously, there would be no doubt.

However, right now, Itachi was not in the heat of battle. Far from it; Itachi happened to be wandering around a Garden Centre. Yes, you heard right, a Garden Centre. With shrubberies and border plants and little trowels.

Of course, it wasn't by Itachi's choosing he was in a Garden Centre. His stupid parents had dragged him and that little brat here in order to go on a 'family outing'. They appeared to notice Itachi's distance the last few months; he cursed his lack of subtlety as he scornfully surveyed a sign promoting an amazing type of astro-turf. He half wondered where people found the time to do such frivolities, but it was soon replaced by the task in hand; his frustrating otouto, who seemed to have managed to avoid both his parents' commands and run off.

When the hate was all he had left there would be no commands from anyone.

His eyes – still the never-dull darkness his parents had oh-so-gratefully handed down to him, along with the never-ending pressure of the future of the Uchiha clan – slowly swept over the tidy wooden frames and the large mowers floating around threateningly. He raised an eyebrow slightly as one extremely large suspect presented itself to inspection. He began to realise that a rather large mower could be a subtle indication of the rather smaller dimensions of other parts of their anatomy, before he realised that yet again he had let his rage take control of his mind, and had lost focus from Sasuke.

Later his only fault would be the way his rage always took over his mind.

He had some feeling for his little otouto. He knew he shouldn't; for someone who hoped for leadership and total power feelings caused vulnerability, vulnerability cost loss and loss caused death. And Itachi Uchiha didn't plan on dying anytime soon.

Yet he knew his love for his brother was much too strong to deny. If not love, then compassion; his naivety would always give him a gentle smile. However, he would never let himself get close to the little boy. As much as he hated the look in his eyes when his finger left an indent in the milky expanse, he feared more contact and the repercussions for both of them.

Later on repercussions would be just a word. Itachi could do whatever he wanted.

He regarded a small Petunia with the entirety of his scorn, but it petulantly shined prettily at him, crisp pink petals fanning in contrast to bland green stem. A quiet giggle made him spin round, his chuunin training amplifying every sound, sight, touch, but then he remembered he was still in a garden centre, and still looking for Sasuke.

Said elusive otouto let out another high pitched giggle from his position at the end of the aisle. Itachi located the sound and turned on his heel to catch a tantalising glimpse of his otouto, before the pale face disappeared again in hasty retreat. Itachi let a rare smile play around his lips as he realised Sasuke was getting better.

Sasuke would never be good enough.

Itachi walked into the central aisle again, eyes scanning back and forth. He felt the power stir at the back of his mind, reminding him, urging him… you could just blow the whole place apart…

Itachi shook his head slightly. He understood that for his power needed to be more intense he needed to carefully train it, and blowing apart the Garden Centre was not entirely training. And part of his training was tact; that sort of thing didn't normally come under tact. With another roll of the eyes he set off on his quest again.

Sasuke came in tantalising glimpses in front of him, never quite material for him to grab, to catch, but always enough to urge him on his search. Eventually Sasuke found it inevitable and Itachi cornered him, another smirk playing around his lips. Sasuke's eyes glowed with a mixture of apprehension and excitement.

Later, those eyes would only regard him with hate.

Sasuke regarded his aniki with a growing apprehension he couldn't suppress. He was waiting for him to do something amazing, to perform one of his amazing chuunin skills and maybe, just maybe he would teach him how.

Itachi strode forward and gently cuffed him around the head. "Baka," he muttered, but it was through a smile. "You're worrying Mother and Father. This is supposed to be a family outing." He spat the last words, and for a moment Sasuke see the hate rise – and frowned as red flickered momentarily onto the black.

Later all Sasuke would remember of those eyes was the black spinning on red.

Itachi placed a hand on Sasuke's shoulder, and Sasuke grinned up at his aniki happily. They both walked away in search of their parents.

Sasuke would never remember these moments. All Sasuke could remember was how cold his brother had been.

Itachi would never forget these moments. They would always plague him. Another of his greatest faults; his inability to forget.

But they both remembered that terrible feeling of tearing. Of splitting. Of breaking.

Broken.

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That took an annoying time to write. And strangely enough listening to Gravitation music… -sighs-

Well, there will be more, but they won't be related to this one. And there will be SMUT in the NEXT UPDATE:D

-Alichay out, please review-