Hey! I'm back with another story. This was inspired by Breaking Benjamin's Who Wants to Live Forever? I hope you enjoy it!
SUMMARY
Mikoto dies and Fuugaku marries a human woma. Itachi kills her and demands he finds a suitable woman to take care of their newest member of the family; Sasuke. He will not hand his brother over to anyone he deems incompetent, and he will kill any women his father brings into their world. After much searching, Fuugaku finds Sakura. Itachi senses a hidden, strong power within her and acceps her as Sasuke's guardian. What is he to do when he falls in love with her and war is knocking on their door?
There is no time for us
It was dark, with nothing but scarce torchlight shining dim orange light against stone walls. Strong, steady steps resounded through the empty hall as a tall figure crossed with a fast stride, with nothing but murderous intent in his mind. Trepidation spurred him further, making him sprint in haste towards the wooden door at the end of the hall.
Its all decided for us
He reached a door at the end of the stone hall, and with a giant fist, he forced the cold, steel door open so fast the rust in it's hinges didn't creak in protest. He paled, and felt the floor getting closer as his legs became too weak to carry his weight.
His hands came into contact with a cold, thick substance in the ground. His eyes trailed the foreign liquid to its source, and his bulky frame shivered. Before him lay Leyla, a beautiful and fair maiden which he had just married not more than a month ago. Limp and reeking of blood, she laid facing a pair of bare feet at the end of the room. The tall man's eyes trailed upwards to see who stood before his dead wife.
"Itachi!" a strong, booming voice emanated from the entrance of the room. His horror, anger and indignation were unmasked as he screamed the name of his firstborn son. Said boy, barely even ten, stood nonchalantly in front of him, with a woman's corpse at his feat and clothes forever stained by her dark blood.
"Hello father" the boy said "fancy meeting you here. I was just distpatching of this filthy vermin I encountered on my way to meet you. You wanted to see me, yes?"
The tall man fell to his knees, his strength leaving him for a moment. He glanced at his son, and fury aroused in him as he identified the characteristically calculating and sardonic look in Itachi's eyes. He stood up swiftly and in the blink of an eye, had the small child pinned against the wall. His big hand clutching his slender neck shivered with the barely supress desire to snap his bones and render him as lifeless as the woman.
"Why have I not I killed you yet?" he weezed, more out of anger than grief. "Surely it is because you look like your mother. Be grateful for that, boy. Else you would have met your demise very slowly, long ago". He threw Itachi across the room and slowly made his way to the marred corpse. He silently picked up the cold body and cradled it in his large arms. Itachi sat across the room, watching him with natural tenacity. Though he is no fool, he spoke once more from his position on the floor.
"Never bring such repulsive scum here again, Lord Fuugaku. If you do, she, too, will meet her demise very slowly." his voice was colder and more menacing than any voice a child should have.
Fuugaku only walked out of the room, automatically heading to the family burrial grounds.
Who wants to live forever?
It was raining outside. Fuugaku could not feel it, though. He had stopped feeling the rain ages ago. The icy winter rain poured over him as gently as a summer breeze, but he felt nohting. He walked across the yard, crossed the cobblestone paths of his garden and entered a tall, marble builing; the family catacombs. A water drop, he could not tell if it was rain or a tear, found its way into his eye. Blinking back the stinging sentation, he now saw his son standing nonchalantly in the catacomb entrance.
"That woman was only needed for breeding, was she not? There was no reason to keep her once she fulfuilled her purpose; she has no right to be here" he hissed, halting his father.
"Listen, boy. I decide wether my wife has the right to rest in the catacombs. Move, or join our family in their niche." the older man said with twice the ferocity.
"Why are you so angry father? I have rid you of filth. Should you not be thanking me? You have your heirs, and you have your kingdom. There was no room for her anyomre"
"Sasuke needs a mother!" he furiously interjected, barely keeping his murederous intent from overpowering him.
"Then, father" Itachi said in a cold, sly tone, slowly making his way down the entrance's steps "bring me a woman that I can approve is worthy of protecting my brother. I am sure you will never find any in the human world. But you may try" the mockery in his face all but inhibited as he now stood in front of the larger man. His eyes were challenging, for he kew no woman would hold the power to raise his brother more than their mother did. The king, drowing in pathetic loneliness, had seeked solace in all kinds of women after his beloved wife, Mikoto, perished. Itachi would not allow his mother's memories, presence and place beside his father be tarnished by a mere human.
"I am the king, I have no obligation to obey your wishes, just as you have no right to demand such things of me".
"I do when it's his life on the line, and even more in the arms of a stranger. If you do not wish to see more beautiful women slayn in front of you, make sure to bring a worthy one. Without trying to make her your wife. There was no other who was as fitting for you as mother, and you disgrace her with your actions. You, yourself know that" Itachi said with finality, turning away from him and dissapearing in the winter fog.
Fuugaku honors his son's wishes by burring the woman elsewhere and goes back into his chambers. With a heavy sigh, he sits in a rich, velvety red chair in front of his fireplace. He looked into the dancing flames absentmindedly. Itachi was right. There would be no other woman for him, if not his beloved Mikoto, and he was a fool for trying to find in others what only she could give him. That unconditional love and uncomparable warmth was uniquely her own. He had disgraced her, ridiculed her and even dare to replace her with a human. He was nothing more than a foolish king. He straightened from his slouched position and extended an arm towards the beautiful black flames in front of him.
One more time, he thought, one more time, I will travel to this land and find the perfect woman. A woman that will love my sons and protect them with her life
"Show me the person I seak, Amateratsu" and with that, the black flames engulfed him, a familiar feeling coursing through him as everythig obscured.
END OF FIRST CHAPTER
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-Aiiro Hart