Title: Rain Awhile

Author: Saya Mitzra

Series: Naruto

Pairing: Itachi/Sasuke

Genre: AU, Modern era context, Angst, Drama.

Rating: T to R (in later chapters)

Warnings: angst, mention of sexual intercourse (not detailed in this chapter)

Disclaimer: Masashi Kishimoto is the original creator, none of this except the plot is mine.

Summary: He was not meant to be, yet, his sole existence made Itachi go as far as leaving him behind. Owes, debts, allegiances, furtive pacts, dirty secrets...As rain pours down, is there any hope for innocence in the mist of such insanity?

Rain Awhile

Chapter I: Meant to be

There are times when you wish your life was different.

I had wished, at least a couple of times like most people, being alone.

However, for a eight years old little boy, I really didn't expect it to happen.

Much less to see our parents bodies in such disgusting and traumatic way.

Little I knew that it was only the beginning of much worst deeds...

Thursday, January 15th, 2015.

Time 4:23 pm. Undisclosed location…

"You were never meant to be born."- He said, his face blank, his eyes piercing the boy's soul before him.

"What did you say?" - The teen managed to say without chocking, his eyes already watery.

It didn't really help that it was mid-winter, the window of the room both of them were currently sharing was also half-opened and the cold reality felt so real that instead of just tears falling the younger man's face, they fell like frozen diamonds, cold and cruel, tiring even so slightly his already pained expression.

Silence filled the room interrupted by soundless snowflakes trespassing trough the opened window and the soft whistles of an upcoming snow storm advancing towards the metropolis, until the older of them dared to speak again.

"Tell me, have you ever wondered why Fugaku didn't love you as he was supposed to?" – came the almost cynical question capturing his only victim.

Pained eyes and a gasp followed shortly. He had thought about it for many years yet no worthy reason had seemed to make sense besides the one talking seemed to hint to. His brother.

Tearful eyes frowned and his face contorted to reflect his tortured and abused mind.

"No."-Pause- "I didn't have to, you were the reason. You were his favorite"– He shouted heartedly trying to advance towards his tormentor to no avail. His legs felt too weak and couldn't carry him any further.

He fell at his feet not bothering on the pitiful aspect he carried anymore. The red and white silk fabric of his luxurious embroidered kimono spread around his, now, frail body. The loosen collar had slide on his left shoulder, revealing porcelain white skin and major part of his finely sculpted chest showed itself trough the opening.

"Hm. Stupid man."-He snorted in disdain- "But yes, I was his favorite, his prodigy, weren't I?"- He asked in a rhetoric way while graciously bending his body down to eyes level of the pitiable sight before him.

His right hand rose in a fast sharp movement making the crying teen flinch as if expecting to be hit. Yet, no blow happened. Instead skilled fingers were now playing with the silk kimono, performing some sort of unknown dramatic rhythm, until they reached the red collar and stopped. They both held their breath.

"Still, there was another reason."- came a whisper, almost playful, it carried a secret the other party suddenly didn't want to hear of.

"Stop it Itachi, I know there's no other reason."- The boy denied closing his eyes with all the might he could pull out as if it would also close his ears and save him from his brother mental games.

"Stop making up illusions I won't fell for them."- He whispered weaker, his little rush of will quickly departing his side.

The man beside him chuckled softly; while the younger of them cringed wanting no more than escape the whole confrontation.

"Oh, aren't you being too proud otouto?"- Itachi smirked sliding his fingers down his chin to lift his brother's face up to his.

"Such arrogance when you know so little." – He released in a knowledgeable tone. He knew all too well Sasuke would feel so much worst in a few more seconds, and he was truly enjoying every single bit out of it.

As he had expected Sasuke's body was now trembling, he was breaking him, yet again.

"You have questioned their deaths before, why not question your..."-started Itachi but he was promptly interrupted by a chocked cry coming from his brother's mouth, clear sign of his psyche smashing to smithereens.

"I know you killed them and I'm here to get my revenge! Nothing more, nothing less now shut up and get serious!"- He shouted above his previous whispers to Itachi's very own enjoyment.

Once again, his brother was an opened-book and he had expected this futile strike. After all a pry can only do that much when cornered and faced with the unavoidable.

"Ah... Foolish little brother, I am but always serious."- The elder retorted ignoring the now stronger convulsions of his younger relative as his left hand fingers suddenly touched the soft throat, softly sliding down the partially opened fabric, passing over his little brother Adam apple and caressing his collar bone towards his milky chest.

"Now, why would they give to birth to another child if, like you said I was all they needed?"- Itachi enjoyed twisting other's words to make his point, he liked the way those very same words made doubt surface on their features, and above all, he loved how they helped him get what he wanted from innocent Sasuke.

When no answer came from his brother, his right hand snapped from his chin and forcefully captured his jaws. He starved for Sasuke's desperation; he wanted a reply from him by all means and Sasuke knew it thus clinging to his last piece of pride.

"I don't know, And, I don't care either..."- he finally murmured not willing to let Itachi feed of his turmoil. He had learnt it the hard way but Itachi was no angel, he knew that much, and Itachi always wanted more of him, as if he never had enough of his tormented pleads.

"Hang on there, little brother. Yes, look at me now. Look at my lips as they speak the truth." He paused then, just enough for more anguish to build on his brother's eyes. "You were never meant to be born." He said it so softly that the words were processed in slow motion in the raven's head and appeared as he had meant the opposite. Had Sasuke truly heard that? Itachi didn't recede nor gave him the chance for the words to sink in the fragile mind.

"He didn't want nor wish for another child. You were...how do they call it? Oh yes, a mistake." He gave the final blow smiling softly and giving a quick small peck on his victim's cheek. A simple kiss would make go away the pain of a scrap in Sasuke's childhood days, this was no scrap.

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"Isn't that a real pity Sasuke? How could a mistake like you be here standing so proud defending the last breath of, a once, oh so noble and powerful bloodline? Save me your pathetic self." He added almost in a mocking snort.

snap

"Fugaku never found out the truth either; but, you see, he had some doubts. It wasn't that Mikoto was to whore herself out, still...something happened."

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There was a seemingly endless silence while his mind tried to process everything said. Itachi stopped speaking; they were both looking onto each other although Sasuke's eyes didn't focus on him but rather on his old self. Back when he still smiled at him.

"You happened."- He whispered in his ear smirking to himself in such a devilish way that the soft yet cold flesh of his lips brushed softly against the youngster's skin, sending a chill down his spine and his whole body shivered.

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The broken boy's mind seemed to die right there. Suddenly his back hit the perfectly clean floor as if all life force had suddenly left him. The body of the oldest man was now above his own, towering his shivering figure and pressing hard against his groin. A hand over his chest, the other one closing over his throat, almost cutting the air supply to his lungs which he had no doubt would happen if, given the case, Itachi chose to end his life, and his lips…

His lips on his. Burning. Teasing. Until they suddenly pressed full force ravishing his owns. Melting the ice inside soul, breaking the glimpse of the remaining will to live that still drove him.

'How did I come to this point?' he found asking himself with the remaining of a coherent train of thought. It was hard to think, to remain coherent, not only because of Itachi's previous cruel abuse and torment, but because of those waves of sinful pleasure threatening to take over his whole being in a matter of a claps of hands.

'It all started eight years ago, when our parents died in obscure circumstances.'

He mentally sighed, his mind was far too exhausted, his will was beyond broken, and his body…

'I can now remember clearly when Itachi spoke to me for the first time after the incident.'

Itachi's hands were now sliding down the obi of his silk kimono. Sasuke did not protest, he barely ever did that anymore, but it used to happen. This time however, he held no resistance and although his face started to get flustered, his eyes were blank, devoid of the craving for the act unfolding before and on him. His mind however wondered to a different place, at a specific moment in the past.

"You know Sasuke, the future is unpredictable..." - He told me in a soft whisper and lingered there locking his eyes on me.

I looked back into his, holding hope as I waited for words of wisdom. Something I always expected to get from my older brother.

"..but there are ways to control its outcome, if you plan it properly. "– He finally added without giving me a single glance.

He then turned around and walked away, his ever so smooth footsteps fading away along his silhouette until the brightness of the day finally engulfed him and he was no longer in my field of vision.

'That day, Itachi left me. If only I had known that my family's death was only the beginning of many worst deeds to come...' that thought alone made him shiver yet he no longer held the strength to try and express his discomfort.

An unwanted moan escaped mouth as he closed his eyes, wanting no more than denying this reality he was compelled to live with. He still felt those cold fingers, now warmer due to the friction between both their bodies, trailing his flesh, scratching his skin here and there as only a greedy lover would. And those talented famished lips leaving butterflies trails along his neck, rising his body temperature and making his lungs close in bitter enjoyment.

'If only I had known...' kept chanting the voice in his head, an exhausted lament.

Silk no longer clung on his body and although the window registered in his mind as still being opened, trough detachment alone he no longer felt cold. Warm wetness appeared on the lower part of his body, soon enough reaching down his legs and the tip of what he knew could only be Itachi's pressed against his entrance.

'...Would I have planned this future as well?' his reticent eyelids fluttered open looking for an answer he knew wouldn't be there.

A pained grunt mixed with a low, deep moan escaped his mouth. Itachi added pressure on his throat, a habit he had adopted in the past to keep Sasuke on check when penetrating him. Not like he needed to do so anymore but perhaps, it just made the intercourse all the more pleasurable. Blind possessiveness, blissful yet twisted satisfaction? Sasuke couldn't tell any better as all kind of distorted thoughts and memories flooded his sight until he no longer distinguished Itachi's lustful face.

'Tell me, Itachi...' his eyes finally lost their focus while his lips articulated a silent plea.

August 26, 2014

After some years, I'm sort of rebooting this fic. Chapter one has been posted just the same, but from here onwards some additional changes and, I hope, improvements are coming. Please do let me know what you think so far, I don't usually ask so fervently for reviews, but this project is very dear to me, and I would like to know your opinion about it. Thank you!