WARNING: In case you didn't read my summary, or in case you didn't quite understand it. This is nonconsensual Yaoi, which means a boy raping another boy. If this isn't your thing, by all means keep reading, but don't complain to me about how un-gay the characters are, though I'm not sure how any sane person can believe that of Itachi.

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Where am I? I don't think I want to know. There is a burning ache in my muscles and I can feel all the bruises that I know must mar my body. I feel hot; my necklace is cold against my burning skin. Something rough cuts into my wrists and blood, hot and sticky, drips off my figure tips. I can hear the soft sound it makes as it hits the damp floor. I feel blood dried and cracked on my lips and my mouth feels as if it were stuffed with cotton.

How could I be so rash? Tears sting my eyes; who will save Sasuke now? Now that I am here and Sakura lies un-buried in the woods, her death just collateral damage as far as these monsters are concerned.

There is the sound of the old wooden door scrapping open and I try to lift my head, but I'm stopped by a stabbing pain in my neck. A laugh, as cold and hard as the stones on which I am forced to kneel, rings out. Odd I didn't even know my captor could laugh.

"It's almost time little Jinchuuriki. Are you ready to die?" I glared at the floor, wishing that this man would suddenly burst in the flames and die.

"Damn you!" I rasp in a voice like sandpaper. Again he laughs, though it's more of a chuckle this time.

"I believe I already am, there's no use in spending your strength re-informing me." I hear footsteps on the stone, he's coming closer. I pull back as far as my bonds will allow. A hand force my head up and I cry out at the pain in my neck. Fear keeps my eyes shut tight.

"My little brother was rather attached to you wasn't he? I wonder how tightly those bonds still hold. Will he feel pain at your death? Regret? Or has simply ceased to care?" I shudder as a cool hand traces lines on my face. It's only as another hand skims gently down my body that I am fully aware of how little I'm wearing. I squirm, trying to get away from him, but he holds me in place.

"Don't struggle little Jinchuuriki, you'll only cut your wrists." He says impassively.

I throw my self backwards causing the ropes to bite farther into my wrists as I feel something warm and wet brush the blood off my chin.

"Looks like you've run out of room." I whimper as I feel teeth nip at my neck. Perhaps this is a bad dream, all I need to do is open my eyes, and I'll be back in Konoha. The site that I am met with is not my messy room. Once I thought Sasuke pretty, but with his brother standing before me my memory of Sasuke doesn't seem quite as appealing. Itachi Uchiha, the devil incarnate, is every inch a dark idol to a forgotten god of beauty. Opening my eyes was bad idea; the missing-nin takes the opportunity to catch me in his web of lies.

Every feeling is more intense here in his handmade world. His fingers ghost across body making my skin dance with pleasure, and pain as he grazes my wounds. His long pale fingers trace my seal, visible through my shredded shirt.

"Stop it!" I demand. He brings is lips to my ear.

"Is that what you really want little Jinchuuriki?" He whispers, his teeth nibble at my ear. I try to snarl at him, but it comes out as more a moan of pleasure.

"Apparently you don't know what you want." His silky voice caresses my ears in the same manner as his fingers stroking are my quivering body. His black cloak falls to floor, and what's left of my clothes aren't slow in following. Damn my body for responding to him, damn me for wanting it to.

A second has scarcely passed when I come down off my high into the cruelly reality of a world that does not belong to him. I feel an uncleanness that isn't related to blood and dirt caking my body, but rather something deep inside my soul. My lips are swollen from his abuse of them, and my entire body feels as though it is covered in little marks where his teeth broke my skin. I am broken and changed, and he knows it. He smirks down at me.

"They're waiting." His voice is cold and unmoved. Merciless he jerks me to my feet and shoves me towards the door, "Time to die little Jinchuuriki."

AN: Happy Birthday Evil by Definition! I hope you enjoyed it! This isn't my ship, in fact I'm fairly anti-ItaNaru and anti- SasuNaru, but my darling sister asked me to write this for her birthday and I couldn't bring myself to say no, she threatened me with a spork.