Author's note: Welcome to the two-shot of the day, our service will be including Itachi in pain and a very concerned Sakura, so without further ado, enjoy the story.
Dead Love
"Itachi, you useless waste of space, where are you?" A stentorian, incensed voice demanded, throwing the entrance door open in a drunken stupor, allowing all the residents of the home to know who had finally returned from a long night out.
Taking a deep breath to calm his nerves, Itachi placed his cell-phone on the window-sill, making sure that it was set on speaker phone. It was time for his plan to be put into action, knowing that this was the only way peace would return to this house.
Quickly striding over to his stereo system, the younger Uchiha clicked play, turning the volume up to a deafening electric guitar solo. 'Step one and two complete.' He thought, robotically taking a seat in front of his desk to fake a scene of working, completely aware of the footsteps clumsily making their way to his bedroom.
Mentally preparing for the beating he was sure he was going to receive, he turned around just in time to see his door crash against the wall and his drunk father stumble into his bedroom, slamming the door shut. Standing from the desk, Itachi cautiously faced his sire and inquired, "What is it father?"
"How dare you disobey me!"Fugaku hollered, the resounding sound of a slap hanging in the air. Stumbling back onto his bed, Itachi lifted his hand, running his fingertips across his aching cheek, forcing down the smirk that wanted to appear. 'Step three complete. Come on father, what will you do next?' The younger Uchiha noted mentally, keeping his eyes glued to his sire.
"That slut! I can't believe it!" Fugaku screamed, flailing his arms in the air, sending his son's stereo crashing onto the floor, effectively cutting off the music. The adrenaline and alcohol clouded his judgement, allowing him to revel in the power he felt in this situation.
Turning around, the eldest Uchiha slammed his fist into the mirror to his right, enjoying the barely concealed screams he could hear from downstairs. His face contorted to that of a monster, his mind not fully registering his actions as he sent various items crashing against the wall, leaving a state of chaos in his wake.
"Father stop!" Itachi pleaded, "Please… don't'… don't do this."
"Shut up!" Fugaku replied furiously, his fist connecting with his eldest son's face, Itachi's body being thrown onto the floor. Hovering over his heir, the kicks and punches continued as he yelled, "I told you to leave that girl; I told you that I never liked her and instead you get engaged to her."
Not able to take the abuse any further, Itachi opened his mouth, a pain-filled scream sounding through the house. It had never been this bad before and he could feel the tears streaming down his face as pure agony coursed through his body.
"Screaming won't help you now. No son of mine is marrying that second hand prostitute, I would rather kill you myself." Fugaku threatened as he aimed a kick toward his son's stomach, a satisfying crack reaching his ears on impact. Ripping his son up to his feet, he shook him back and forth, roaring, "You're just as worthless as your brother."
Shoving Itachi backwards, he watched with a haughty smirk as his son's temple hit the corner of his desk with a blinding speed. A scream irrupted from his lips, Itachi finally allowing his eyes to close, the picture of his father getting arrested being the last sight presented to his tired eyes.
Author's note: Slightly depressing ain't it? But don't worry there I still a second part to come which will make up for the doom and gloom. Watch out for extra fluff!
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