ALL CHARACTERS, NAMES AND SUCH FROM THE NARUTO FRANCHISE ARE ALL PROPERTY OF MASASHI KISHIMOTO, VIZ MEDIA, TOKYO POP AND SHONEN JUMP! THIS FANFIC IS FOR NON-PROFIT ENTERTAINMENT ONLY. I OWN NOTHING.

(A/N: I have, honest to God, tried to write this story SO many times. I realized that I couldn't write something as long as I plan for this work to be until Kishimoto-sensei's story was finished. This work can now be as canon as I wanted it all thanks to chapter 699 of the manga. (Note: Do disregard Naruto Chapter 700 and the Gaiden while reading this story. In my opinion, Kishimoto would have been better off just ending it all at Chapter 699. )

WARNING, THE ITASASU SHIP WILL BE SAILING AT TOP SPEED IN THIS STORY! UCHIHACEST (ITACHI AND SASUKE GETTING IT ON) AND YAOI (BOY X BOY) WILL BE PRESENT IN THIS STORY. IF EITHER OF THESE THINGS OFFEND YOU, PLEASE DO CLICK ON THE 'X' IN THE RIGHT-HAND CORNER OF YOUR COMPUTER SCREEN. THANK YOU FOR YOUR COOPERATION.

HAPPY READING

Dedicated to Carla Kesner, the first person that told me that I can be an author as long as I 'Believe It.'

With love,

-Dei-Chan

Prologue

Throughout the entirety of my life, I always thought I knew how far hatred went. The kind of hate that a person could cut with a knife. This hatred leaves a certain stench in the air that can make one want to vomit, it is—

The sudden sickening sound of knuckles colliding with flesh and cartilage popping filled the room, I didn't make a whimper- not even a surprised gasp left my chapped lips. Honestly, this is nothing compared to my shattered bones, my burning lungs, my open, oozing wounds in unimaginable places, or even the stub where my finger used to be. I can't really feel much pain anymore. Due to my dazed state, everything I now hear and witness is almost other-worldly, as if it no longer pertains to me. I can hear their sadistic chuckles, their malicious words, their unempty threats, but allowing my mind to wander has been what's made her and I survive.

I felt a gush of that all-too-familiar liquid pour from my nose like a faucet. I chuckle lightly as my neck bend to the side. I roll my head back and let out another low, weak laugh, almost mad-sounding.

I find this— this massive nosebleed quite astonishing… I thought I didn't even have enough blood to bleed like this anymore.

"Look at him, for God's sake!..." my dear old friend fell to his knees, begging for them to stop. Naruto, we are upon the third day, I don't believe they are going to stop. Tears start welling down his face while is body continued to convulse from the hurt—the guilt he was feeling.

"… P-please… stop." He said. His relentless apologies sounded with his trembling, hoarse voice. I gave him a quick gaze, only to be awarded with a kick to my stinging, bleeding groin.

"I like jokes, too, Sasuke." He used his fingers to gently cup my chin. "Are you finally losing your sanity, or do you think this is a game you jolly faggot?" I let out a high-pitched giggle once more, knowing that was a horrible—perhaps deadly choice. I then spat in his face, shooting a bloody wad of mucus and saliva right in his eye.

I'm not sure what kinds of abuse I had to endure after that, but I lived another day in this hellhole, I suppose, and so did Koyuki.

I closed my eyes as I lay there, almost naked on the cold concrete. There was that feeling again, that foreign presence in my mind, as if nothing at all was private. I knew right away, he is making sure we are still alive. He's looking for us.

'Tachi, don't look at me when I'm like this…" I finally wept as I spoke to him. He had dealt with far too much concerning me. "I will get out of here... I will live... for you, I promise. I'm so sorry..."

With every bit of Chakra I could use, I attempted to penetrate Itachi's mind, to see where he is, he was intercepting my Sharingan. Why?

"I'm already here, love."

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