Title: Not For You
Pairing: ?/Sasuke
POV: Third
Disclaimer: Oh, the things that would happen if I owned Naruto...
Warning: Call it what you want—slash, shounen-ai, yaoi, male-male stuff. Don't read if it makes you uncomfortable.
----Not For You----
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"Please."
The word fell like a solitary raindrop on a calm lake, a whisper swallowed up by the darkness.
"What did you say?" A second voice, deep and sounding a bit forced in its roughness, mocked.
There was silence for a moment, followed by a repeat of the plea. "Please..."
"Sasuke," the other answered in a hallow voice that sent glaciers of fire running down the boy's spine. "Look at me."
He reached out a hand to the younger one, tilting the boy's head upwards roughly, curling soft fingers around his neck. And then he bent down, bringing himself to eye level. Inky orbs were forced to peer into his--one crimson, jutstu-marked, the other's glint to remain unseen underneath a bit of fallen hair.
Sasuke exhaled, a sharp hissing noise, as if the touch burned. It did. Almost. The very feel of the hand against his face was like an electric shock, sending sparks through his body. "...hate you..."
"Do you really mean that?" It was unnaturally soft, a mask slipped over its intentions.
"...kill you one day..." the young Uchiha growled under this breath, trying to avert the eyes from the piercing gaze.
"You wouldn't do that. You need me too much," the other replied almost casually.
And Sasuke knew it was true. He let the voice wash over him, the implications in the dark tone beginning to send his mind in a slow spiral towards the darkness that he embraced. Drowning in that eye that the blackness didn't hide from him.
The grip on his neck tightened. Resembling a fish out of water, he struggled to get more oxygen into his slowly-starving lungs. It was a good thing he did, for in the moment immediately after, the one who was causing such inner turmoil brought their lips closer together and claimed his mouth in a possessive kiss.
"Itachi..." the boy gasped out in between moments of contact.
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Always in darkness. Because then, the only thing that could be seen was the glinting of that one eye. One eye. The other was always creatively hidden. Sometimes kept closed, other times hidden behind the older man's forehead protector. It had to remain hidden. Everything had to seem real. Only by the process of repetition could Sasuke hope to break free of this cycle.
And yet he never could. No matter how many times this scenario was played out, no matter how many times this drama came to pass, the ending was always the same. It was like a line from a movie that countless people have seen, repeated over and over until the world knows it by heart and, despite its annoyance, everyone seems to love anyway. He could pretend to hate all he wanted, but that hate could never hope to compete with his true feelings.
Warped, confused, misdirected feelings.
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You'll never defeat me..." the man whispered in Sasuke's ear, his voice rough as gravel.
Never my name...always his, a stray thought surfaced, leading to a pause as the man reflected.
But then he retreated back into the guise he assumed for the one he cared about, and Hatake Kakashi would be Uchiha Itachi until morning.