A/N : I hope you enjoi it.

Black Silk

by Bloody Itachi x3

Chapter One : Disease

Why is my life so... different? I stared out the window of my house, releasing a sigh. Everyone was still asleep, the sun had only begun to rise. Tell me, what did I do to earn a life like this? Jeez... who the hell am I speaking to?

Sitting up in bed, I watched doves flutter through the violet sky. A cool breeze of wind ruffled my hair as it blew into the window. I must be such an idiot, sitting here mourning over one that was out of my life and never to come back. Over the one who took my life and shattered it into millions of pieces and crushed them all beneath his foot in one single night. Yet still, he was to remain the one that will be able to set each piece back in perfect place. I would become his masterpiece... and he would cherish me.

But those... are only my hopes.

-

Sitting on my fairly large window sill, I watched the children on my street playing. I envied their smiles, their joy. My pale fingers traced along the vase of roses next to me, getting stained with condensation. Unthinkingly, I plucked out a rose, allowing the thorns to sink deep into my skin. Blood spilled over the bamboo sill and down my wrist. A couple walked by, holding each other's hands. Kissing. My grip tightened on the rose.

"Hey, Sasuke-teme. Come eat, it's time for breakfast." a voice interrupted. I turned to see a sun-kissed blond teen standing there at my door, his eyes directed toward my hand. Rushing over, Naruto tore off his shirt sleeve and tossed aside the rose. He pressed the fabric to my hand to stop bleeding. My expression remained apathetic. "You're bleeding all over and you don't even care?! What's wrong with you?! You can't even care about what's around you..."

Silently, I looked back to the window. Taking my unimpaired hand, Naruto lead me into the living room. I watched him take bandages from the first aid kit and start wrapping them around my wound.

When he finished, I rose and went to sit down by the living room window.

"I'm not going to ask you what's wrong, but at least drink something." Naruto said, setting down a cup of hot chocolate by my side.

"Am I dead?"

"No, you're not dead."

"I feel dead though."

"You're here and breathing. There's no way you could be dead." replied the blond, kissing my forehead. Frowning, I allowed my sleeves to fall over my hands and picked up the hot chocolate. "Sasuke-sama, if you ever feel sad, come talk to me, Sakura-chan or Kakashi-sensei. We'll always be open to you. Don't hurt yourself."

Not responding, I turned away. The sweet warmth of the chocolate milk made my cold lips tingle. Yes... I felt dead. Deep down I wanted to cry out for love. My heart was broken to the point where there was no more to crush... and my life was shattered. But I couldn't. I was diagnosed with a disease caused by neglect from the one I loved as well as the burden of being the reason of the fall of my clan. And... I didn't know why I was the reason.

What I was positive of was I was deeply and eternally in love with the person who ruined my life. He wasn't a person. He was my disease. My body wanted him. It needed him.

Or so my mind had convinced it so.

"I'm sorry..." I breathed as Naruto stood up, chewing softly on a piece of coconut bread. "Please don't worry about me."

Passionately, his lips curved up into a smile. Awkward feelings swelled in my chest. This, I knew, was not love. I was swept into a hug, his face buried into my hair. "Shut up." I couldn't help but reflect his smile.

I know, I'm dead.

-

Sitting in my room, I watched the light bulb of my night lamp flicker several times and die, leaving me in darkness. Sighing, I reached over and turned on the lamp on the other side of my room. I could hear Kakashi-sensei and Sakura-chan screaming over a Fire Country's Next Top Model competition show. Bending over my homework, I carefully scrutinized the questions.

7.) What is the Japanese kanji for intense?

8.) What is the Japanese kanji for brother?

"What the hell?" I questioned, pressing my nose to the paper.

9.) What is the Japanese kanji for love?

Blankly, I sat, mentally fusing those words together. Intense brother love? Intensely brother love. No. Intensely loving brothers. Intense brotherly love. Incest. I found my hands traveling down toward and into my pants.

For the moment, these are Itachi's hands. I told myself, gasping in ecstatic pleasure.

"I-Itachi! Oh god!"

"Sasuke, is there a bug in your room?" Kakashi questioned, opening my door. My ninja reflexes made me fall over to the side of my desk not facing the door.

... All this caused by homework.

I hate homework.

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Haha sorry I stole a scene from Nabari No Ou. I loved that part, though.