Brotherly Bonds
Story # 0088:
by Kaline Reine
WARNINGS: Angst, incest, Uchihacest, sadness, dark, and well the usual stuff. This is the sequel to Mommy Knows Best, so it may not make a lot of sense if you haven't read that one. It sort of follows the plot of the manga and anime, but not exactly. A lot of things had to be changed, and what fun would it be if I just wrote exactly what you've already seen? Well, that being said, the pairing is ItaSasu and I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I love Masashi Kishimoto's work, but sadly I do not own any of it. I only own the words that I write, but feel free to borrow them if you must. Just make sure to return them so I can use them again!
Chapter 1: It Continues
The blue man glanced at Itachi. He looked sad, in a way that no amount of sadness could desribe. "What are you thinking about?"
"Nothing that concerns you," The Uchiha spat, as was expected of him.
Inside he was thinking... 'I remember her... I remember my love... Mikoto-chan.' He was always thinking about her. But she was gone. And the whole clan along with her. He is haunted by his dreams and memories of her.
He stared at the ground for a long time then, before lifting his gaze to the evening sky. Itachi questioned everything now. He couldn't recall ever having done it before. He had always been so certain of everything with her. Certain they would be together, regardless of the risks. Certain they would be forced to run away together. And ultimately, certain they would be captured and punished for their crimes. It seemed they had both paid the ultimate price. But it could be assured that his suffering was far greater than hers.
Itachi would have given anything to be the one to sacrifice himself so that she could have lived on. But it was not meant to be...
'If it is not meant to be... Then why does my heart feel as if it was? I am missing something. I miss her.'
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Far away, a little boy was thinking the very same thing.
'I'm so lonely, so alone... I really miss him.'
And he had no one to ask him what he was thinking. No one cared how he felt. He lived all alone in an empty house, where he was haunted by the memories of his family, his parents, and his clan. But more vivid, and more painful than any were those of his beloved older brother...
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Years later, Itachi was traveling on a mission. Strangely, he couldn't seem to remember where he was going, or where he was coming from, or if he was indeed coming or going. But one thing he knew: It was getting dark. And in the middle of the day. That couldn't be good. There was a wicked looking storm brewing in the distance.
He could sense her presence. Yes, she was there winding her way through the darkness, and writhing in her grave until she had twisted her way out of it. She emerged from the putrid betrayal of her ill-bestowed tomb. Hair strung in long tendrils, it masked her face to hide her shame from all of the cruelty of the world.
Mikoto's soul was plunged further into darkness, as she gazed at him with soul-less eyes. She tores his heart from his chest, and consumed it, all the while chanting.
"Aishiteru," Those were the words. "I love you, I love you, I love you." Together they made for a chilling melody.
Itachi screamed as she reached out for him. Her chanting was getting louder, and his fear escallating when he discovered he could not move. Gnarled hands, no longer feminine and lovely, reached toward his face to pull him in. She caressed him, and he shuddered; it was horrifying. Fingers sharp as blades reached into his eyes, ripping them from their sockets. He could feel it as his soul was being burned by her, and his Sharingan was stolen away, sliced from the shards of his heart.
And then they were rolling in her grave, together. Nothing should have caused this great upset, and yet something had to have provoked it. Itachi howled, as she ate his flesh alive. He slid into her, piercing her with what little flesh was still on his now-decaying body.
She had taken him with her.
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He awoke in a cold sweat. Kisame was standing over him, a concerned look on his face.
"What?" The Uchiha assassin snapped irritably.
"You were screaming," His partner stated. "And crying. What happened? Were you having a nightmare?"
"That should be obvious."
"Do you want to talk about it?"
He just glared at the man as if he could kill him. Itachi wanted to kill anyone and everyone that crossed his path in that instant. But he forced himself to lie back down on his futon, and let it go.
'He never wants to talk about anything...' Kisame pondered. 'He always keeps to himself. I wonder if it will drive him crazy first? Never telling anyone and always keeping everything on the inside is a sure way to drive yourself completely mad.'
But he didn't voice his judging opinion aloud. He never did. Kisame knew Itachi better than that. The Uchiha prodigy was already crazy. And he had been for a long time.
Eventually they both found their way back to sleep again, as they lie waiting for their next mission. In the morning, it was given to them. They were to go to Konoha, in order to obtain the Kyuubi. Unfortunately, said demon was sealed away inside a Jinchuuriki and the only way to get it back would be to kill said Jinchuuriki.
Itachi didn't care. He never cared about what he did. Eyes of red erased the pain, hair of midnight hid the tears, nails of black scratched away the sin.
"We're almost there," Kisame smirked.
Itachi's answer was simply to keep walking. A comfortable silence settled between them. Despite their differences and disagreements, the two made for an interesting team. They were mismatched, just like all the other Akatsuki members were.
Itachi himself was thinking back to better days. He knew that all of the Uchihas had to die. It was for the greater good. But why did sweet, innocent Mikoto have to be killed too? Simple: he did it for himself. He did it to free himself. He'd spent his whole life being a prisoner to his own heart. And enough was enough.
Soon they had arrived, and the design of the mission was simple enough: get in, grab the Jinchuuriki, and get out. But things never went according to plan, and the two ended up fighting some of Itachi's old aquaintances.
Somewhere deep down, the masochist in him wanted to run into his brother. But really, he knew it was for the best that they hadn't. That was the secondary reason he had ordered Kisame to back down from the fight. They left without much of an incident. Only now they had made an error by letting Konoha know what they were up to. They would have to lure the Kyuubi boy out some other way then.
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Sasuke was startled when he heard the news. Well, it was more like he walked in on it. So much was going on right now, so many things kept running through his head. It was all so lifeless, so leaningless and pointless!
And he was angry. Angry at the whole damn world for allowing him to go on in this shameful way. Or as his older brother put it, this "existence".
Shoving those thoughts aside, he allowed his feet to carry him to the place he had heard his brother would be. The nearby town where he would be after Naruto.
'Damn you, Nii-san!' His thoughts were scattered, yet they made sense to him. 'You promised... Not with words, but I still heard it, clear as day. You were supposed to come back for me! Bastard... And you... You killed them all! I can never forgive you for that!'
He could only hope he made it there in time.
Sasuke had put up with everyone's bullshit every day. He had done as he was told, and sat idly by, settling to be on Team Seven, under the guidance of Kakashi-sensei. Sakura and the other girls at the academy only served to annoy him, as did Naruto. He was sick of all of them.
None of those people, not even Kakashi, could understand his pain. Yet the closest person in the whole village who could possibly come anywhere near beginning to understand his suffering was the Uzumaki kid. The one with the Jinchuuriki that his brother was now after. He was going there to see Itachi, but not only that... He couldn't let his only real friend in the world be torn so easily away from him.
It was a twisted kind of pain that was slowly eating away at him. It was no surprise the Uchiha boy always went around with a chip on his shoulder. Sasuke was dead to the world. He wished it was literally.
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A/N: So do you think this is going to be a good sequel? I hope so! Please let me know if I am living up to your expectations or not. I like it so far. This is turning out alright, in my opinion. Yet I still can;t help but wonder if there is something I am doing wrong. Sorry this chapter was a little short.
-Kaline Reine
