Disclaimer: Naruto and its characters belong to Kishi. I am only a fan writing this story for lulz and means no harm. period.
This is my first attempt at writing. I am not fluent in English so there maybe a lot of grammar mistakes. Forgive me if you find the writing difficult to read. I will get the story beta-ed when I get the time. I wrote his story right now on a whim to relax my mind from exam tension, the exams in about 5 hours. o: I have the general plot and many important scenes planned out completely however so don't worry about where this is going. I plan on updating if I realize that this story is coherent enough to be understood by people. So have fun and try not be flame too much. heh
Itachi is 13 years old.
Kisame is 29 years old.
This story is set in modern day world.
It will not be yoai/slash.
Prologue
Kisame closed the door, finally gathered the courage to look directly at Itachi and then froze...
Itachi looked dead. With his head bowed, chin almost touching his chest, dead glazed eyes, chapped lips and body completely still, he looked like a dead body held in place by nothing but ropes....
After a moment or two of staring Kisame suddenly started and shot forward as if it had just suddenly caught with his brain to do something. Dashing at Itachi's side he kneeled at once trying to have a better view of Itachi's face.
"Itachi?!" His voice came out loud and rushed.
No response
"...Hey...boy?"
This time his voice was a little reluctant and low. Why was he shouting anyway? He was as close to the teenager as he could dare without making Itachi uncomfortable or him for that matter. Itachi could listen him even whisper from such close distance perfectly fine thankyou very much, but he still wasn't responding and this worried Kisame.
Kisame looked hopefully at Itachi, hoping that somehow his somewhat appealing face will make Itachi respond. He wasn't asking for much, just a twitch, a flinch even, only to make sure that there is still a living brain, emotions somewhere behind this seemingly breathing but apparently dead body…but all he got in response was dead silence.
Kisame tried again. Gingerly bringing his hand forward to the boy's chin and cupping his cheek gently with his large hand, wincing at the same time at the rough red bruise decorating his delicate features. Harsh memory of the same hand hitting soft skin flickered through his mind and Kisame's guilt made his hand waver for a second before finally resting on the boy's bruised cheek.
"Itachi, Wake up!" He whispered roughly...or was it desperately? His hand tried to shake the boy's face, he even complemented slapping him lightly to shake him out of whatever stupor he was in...but no, he won't touch the boy harshly ever again. Once is enough.
"Itachi?? Wake..." and Kisame's voice wavered...
Itachi was completely unresponsive. He was like a statue, a beautiful statue, in the middle of the room, for the eyes to admire and nothing else.
Kisame felt something in his heart, panic? worry? How badly have they broken the boy? This wasn't possible... he was out of Kisame's sight for what? Just three days?
Panic rising. "No, how much damage could they do to the boy in 3 days? Three days aren't all that much." and he stopped.
Who was he kidding? Three days. Itachi was in these monsters possession for three full days. A person can be broken, made again, broken again and again in this much time. You need a second to break someone's heart and mind. Kisame himself can crush a person emotionally to pieces in a mere hour (though his method will be a lot cruder) and Itachi…Itachi was with Orochimaru for three fucking days!
Kisame looked at him worryingly.
God what did they do to him?