Suffocate

Contains rape, incest, mild blood, and some violence.
None of the characters used belong to me.
They belong to Naruto...well the anime and manga.
Hope you enjoy!

As the sun rises in the modern world, the darkness begins to cast over me. I see my world becoming something I know it shouldn't. I make the mistakes I regret making later on and wish someone out there understood my battles and my fears. As the sun progresses through the day, my world collapses in my hands and I'm unable to repair it fast enough. I'm unable to fix the things that need repair and leave the things that don't need repaired alone. My confusion is rising at an alarming rate and the people around me that care about me look upon me with fear. As the sun sets, the collision between mind and body reach it's breaking point. I'm too exhausted to live yet too energetic to die. What's more... my mental suicide begins again when the sun rises the next day.
The dark hallways line the huge manor. It once stood proud and full of life. Now it's only a reminder of what can happen when a child decides to rebel. It still haunts the minds of the villagers who lived near it or even made a passing glance at it. The screams that interupted the night still haunt the empty rooms. The smell of death still lingers occasionally. The smell of blood always seems to remain on the stained wooden floors. It hasn't changed for some years now, and most likely will never change. The manor of the once great Uchiha clan...now left to rot away into nothing along with the memories it once held. It doesn't seem the type of thing most people could live in let alone try to remember every detail of the entire house. All except for two people; one unaware of what the other actually recalls or even if he remembers this place at all.

A cool, August breeze blows during the night. The sound of punches against a wooden floor echo around the empty walls of the manor. It's 1:27 in the morning, and Sasuke Uchiha is wide awake; angrily attacking the wooden floor in his bedroom. He punches it hard with his fists, barely able to feel the bruising he's already caused on his knuckles. He barely notices anything except the ripping pain of the curse mark burning on the back of his neck. He wasn't even doing anything; just sleeping. How could sleeping suddenly put him in this immense amount of pain. Sasuke wished he knew the answer. He storms out of the room to the bathroom, heaving into the toilet bowl. This had been going on for more than a week. What was happening to him? He spat the rest of the contents up, flushing once more. He looks in the mirror that hung above the sink. The person that looked back at him was something he could barely recongnize. "Look at you Sasuke. Barely able to keep food in your stomach and unable to even recongnize the reflection that stares back at you. How do you call this living?"

He grips the sink counter, angry tears dripping down his face. It's almost too much for him to deal with. Calming himself down, he looks into the mirror again. The reflection suddenly changes. It takes the shape of someone he'd rather not see; his older brother, Itachi. It stares blankly at him. "Silly little brother. Look who you are becoming. And you said yourself you'd never become anything like me. That you wouldn't become an evil person who lusts after power and pleasure. Foolish little brother. You still lack hate...and you always will." it sneers.

Sasuke screams angrily, punching the glass mirror. It shatters, scattering across the sink and the bathroom floor. His knuckles on his left hand bleed, glass piercing into one of the wounds. Sasuke runs to the towel closet, wrapping a bandage around it and removing the broken glass. He returns to his bedroom, sitting on his bed. His elbows rest against his legs as he hunches over. I'm not weak. I'm not becoming like him. I'll never become him. A cold-hearted killer; that's all he ever is. Power means nothing to me. Itachi means nothing to me. So why won't he leave me be? Why did he even do that? There wasn't any justly cause. Why...is he making me suffer for what he's done? Sasuke buried his face in his hands, trying desperately not to cry. He had enough with crying. Crying makes a person a weaker. Emotions make a person weaker and more vulnerable. He was an avenger. Weakness wasn't an option. He laid down on his bed, staring at the brown-colored ceiling. Sleep finally overcoming his body.

Morning's glow touches his skin as it shines through the window. Sasuke rises up and wipes sleep away from his eyes. He stands to his feet, walking slowly to the bathroom. He runs cold water onto his face. He looks at the remaining glass pieces of the mirror, noticing a figure behind him. He turns around, checking to see what it might be. He turns back around, his sharingan activated. The figure moves closer to him. Before Sasuke has any time to react, it grabs his head and puts an arm around his neck. "Too slow." the voice sneers, dragging Sasuke to his room.

The mysterious person throws Sasuke down on his bed and locks the door behind him. Sasuke turns around to see who the person might be...and Itachi Uchiha stares at him directly in his eyes. A mixed batch of emotions comes towards his body. Anger and rage pour into his eyes. Itachi smiles coldly at him, observing his brother thoroughly before beginning to speak. Itachi eyes the strength his sharingan possessed; more so than his had when he was his age. His body was more toned and built; no surprise. His hair and face had not changed but slightly matured. For some reason, Itachi even noted how his brother slept without a shirt on. This made him smile even more. "Looks like someone has done some growing up since our last encounter." Itachi replies. "You actually have the appearance to put up a good fight. But like they say, looks aren't always everything."

Sasuke grits his teeth together. He clutches his fist, his wound from last night still sore. His body tenses up, something he hadn't expected. His eyes watching every step Itachi took. He observes his brother as well, eyeing every part of him. His long hair still tied in a pony tail. He still wore black eyeliner and painted his nails. His body still well-built and properly functioning; that could be a disadvantage for him. He still even had the same scars that crossed from the corner of his eyes to the his lower face. "Apparently you've taken that to heart, but you'd actually have to a heart." Sasuke sneers. "You're heart was taken the night you killed our family."

Itachi grabs his brother by his throat and shoves him against the wall. He wants to kill him, just end the internal battle so he won't constantly have to let it bother him. But why end it now when it was so much fun watching Sasuke struggle not to become what he wants him to. Internal torture...and he wasn't even doing anything this time. Such a pleasure to watch in his book. Itachi brings his mouth close to Sasuke's ear. Sasuke winces, struggling to pull away and to catch his breath. "You still lack hatred and the strength to kill me. To make your battle worse, you now are struggling with yourself. You're weak." he whispers in his ear viciously.

Sasuke winces once more, trying not to listen to his brother. He wants desperately to get away; to escape the feeling his skin against his neck. Itachi moves his face away and begins kissing Sasuke's neck, moving his hand away and holding his wrists above his head. Sasuke tries to move him, but his body is no match while Itachi has him pinned. Itachi kisses Sasuke's skin, down his chest and back up. He uses his chakra to hold Sasuke's hands and legs against the wall as he moves down his whole body. Sasuke struggles not to whimper and to escape his grip. His hormonal body taking over him. He tries to concentrate on his hate, but Itachi is too much for him. He bites his lip hard as Itachi's mouth stops between his legs. "Please...don't do this to me." he says, hoping to hit a nerve on Itachi. Maybe part of him had some sort of heart.

Itachi looks up as brother, swallowing before smiling at him. He continues, knowing Sasuke is about to reach his breaking point. Sasuke closes his eyes tight together. His desperate attempt failed. It made him look even weaker in front of his brother. His teeth still digging into his lip, trying not to sigh. To his disliking, a single quiet sigh escapes his lips. Itachi raises up to his brother and smiles in victory. He removes the chakra holding his legs, separating them farther apart before he adds more chakra. Sasuke stares at his brother. No he wouldn't...he wouldn't do this! Not now! Itachi undresses himself in front of his brother, still hanging on the wall. When he returns, he stares into his brothers eyes before he thrusts against him. Sasuke looks down first then looks back up away from Itachi's gaze, horror-stricken of what was happening. He bites harder on his lip, conjuring up any strength he had in him to try to remain silent. Itachi's body against his own is enough to do it. But this...this was farther than he expected his brother to go.

Minutes run by before Itachi is finally satisfied. Sasuke's body is weak and sore, barely able to move. Itachi removes the chakra holding his body, letting it sink to the floor. Sasuke tries to move himself to somehow get his clothes on, but his muscles are too weak to move. His eyes are bloodshot red from crying, something he didn't want to do. His groans in pain as he moves away from his brother. Itachi pulls him up by his hair, holding him so he looks directly in his eyes. Sasuke tries desperately to look away but Itachi holds his face in his hands, forcing him to. "I enjoy our little one-on-one meetings. We'll have to do this again sometime." His voice was sickly happy as he drops Sasuke to the ground, grabbing his clothes to redress himself before disappearing.

Sasuke stumbles to his feet, reaching for any sort of clothes near him. His body aches and he trembles in fear. He holds his body up against the wall, stumbling with every step to reach the bathroom. He looks in the mirror. His skin is covered with bruises and cuts. His eye is blackened and his lip is busted open. His wrist and legs are bright red from the chakra holding them up. He turns on the shower, groaning in pain as the warm water pours down his skin. The water helps his skin, but the pouring water against it made it hurt even worse. He turns off the shower, tears streaming down his face. Reaching for his cellphone on the counter, he quickly dials a number that he knows he can depend on. "Naruto, can you please come over here? It's an emergency."