Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, as much as I'd love to have Itachi all to myself, that ain't gonna happen.

This is a SIN story, so yes, there will be incest. Uchihacest to be specific, but Naruto will be there to. If it's not your thing, don't bother reading.

Also, this is a collaboration between myself and AngelTalion, please enjoy!

Prologue

Blood - there was blood everywhere. Blood on the walls, blood on the windows, blood soaking in the streets.

The sight shook Itachi to the core. The clan - the entire Uchiha clan - his family was dead. The bodies of his Aunt's, Uncle's and even their children, young and old, had been slaughtered and strewn in the streets. Panic set in.

"Sasuke!" he called frantically, racing for home, his long raven hair spilling out behind him. The large house he shared with his mother, father and more importantly, his precious baby brother, was on the far side of the compound. Sprinting through the blood soaked streets, tripping over the bodies of his friends and family, he finally burst through the wide open front door of his home.

"SASUKE!" he screamed again as he searched the house. "Sasuke talk to me, where are you? Sasuke!" His voice echoed through the seemingly empty home, and terror washed through him.

Room after room was ransacked, anything of value long gone, but still, any of the bodies he so desperately sought were missing. He stopped in the doorway of the kitchen, choking on the foul rusty stench, and holding down the stomach acid that burned his throat, he paled further at what lay before him.

Crimson splattered the walls; his father lay in a pool of his own blood. It was obvious there had been a struggle; Uchiha Fugaku wouldn't have gone down without a fight.

Behind the low table, cradling his mother's pale lifeless corpse in his arms was his baby brother. The younger boy rocking back and forth his clothes stained with the blood of their parents. His eyes were strangely vacant, but the tear tracks were clearly visible, cutting a path through the drying blood splattered over his pale cheeks.

Swiftly moving forward, Itachi attempted to pry the boy away from the dead body. "Sasuke," he whispered urgently, trying hard to keep the panic from seeping into his voice. He needed to be the strong one, the elder brother. "Look at me," he begged, pushing a raven bang from the younger boys face. "Sasuke it's me, it's Itachi. Please look at me."

The long haired raven swallowed the lump forming in this throat, trying to break through the shock with no luck. "Sasuke please," he begged. "I need you to let go of her." Finally, Itachi pulled Sasuke away from the cold body. As soon as their mother was out of his arms, the small boy began sobbing hysterically, his face pressed tightly against Itachi's neck, the salty tears running down the pale skin and soaking into the dark shirt.

With Sasuke safely tucked in his arms, Itachi made a hasty exit, fleeing the devastating scene behind them. He had to find them a safe place, as the murderers could come back at any moment. It appeared to be a slaughter with the intention to wipe the Uchiha clan off the earth, and once they realized the heirs had survived, they were sure to return and finish the job.

The tears stopped suddenly, and Sasuke fell limp in his brothers' arms. He'd cried himself into unconsciousness, knowing he was with Itachi, trusting his older brother to protect and care for him. Itachi was all he had left in the world.

The familiar warmth disappeared as he was placed on the ground, and Sasuke woke screaming, reaching out blindly for the other boy. "NO!" he wailed, arms flailing, trying to find the warm body he so desperately needed. "No Itachi please," he cried, dark eyes blinking open and searching the room for his brother. "Please don't leave me, nii-san." He scrambled into the teens' lap shaking like a leaf.

Dark watery eyes turned upwards, seeking comfort from Itachi. The teary onyx orbs were full of fear and betrayal, so empty of the life that had once danced so carefree. It was as if nothing was left inside him. The Sasuke Itachi had known was gone, he was hollow. Looking into those eyes - into that beautiful face so void and dead - sent shivers racing through him. The blood caked to the porcelain skin only added to the horror, and Itachi knew he needed to clean Sasuke to save his own sanity.

Searching through the small room he'd managed to procure for them, Itachi spotted a bath in the corner. It was nothing more than a small tub barely large enough to fit the elder, but it would do.
"Sasuke let's take a bath," he suggested, gently stroking the once soft raven locks, now hardened and stiff with blood. "Let me clean you, and wash the blood off. Do you understand me?'" he asked, searching the innocent face for some sign of understanding. "I promise I'll be with you. I won't leave you Sasuke. I love you, otouto." Instinct drove him to tighten his hold on the child in his lap as the deep onyx eyes once again filled with tears.

After what seemed like forever, the blood matted head of hair nodded in agreement, but made no move to vacate the comfortable lap.

With a resigned sigh, Itachi pushed himself up, carrying the eight year old boy clinging to him as he made his way to the bathtub. He would need water, preferably warm, but how would he get it when he couldn't chance being out of reach of Sasuke without his sweet little brother going into a panic.

With a bit of work on Itachi's part and a good deal of money, the daughter of the owner of the pub brought them warm water to fill the tub. Upon seeing Sasuke's state, arms and legs wrapped securely around his brother and covered head to toe in blood, the girl fled quickly only to return a moment later with a comb, a bar of soap and a clean towel for them to share.

Itachi thanked her, grateful for her kindness. As Uchiha's, neither boy had gone without soap, clean clothes, linens, or food. Now the two raven haired boys were at the mercy of the kindness of strangers, and living on the pocket money his father had given his eldest son earlier that day for a katana he decided not to purchase.

Itachi vowed to sneak back and gather some of their personal belongings and any money that may have been left behind by the thieving murderers, though he was doubtful of anything being left behind that held any value.

After managing to undress himself and his brother, who stared blankly at the wall, Itachi placed them both comfortably in the rapidly cooling bath, Sasuke nestled in his lap. Itachi began to scrub the smaller body as Sasuke continued to stare ahead with unfocused eyes, barely aware of his brothers actions.

The water turned a light pink, slowly darkening as each layer of grime was stripped from the pale skin, but once was not enough. It took Itachi going over the small body twice before Sasuke was clean of blood, the porcelain skin red and raw from the coarse cloth. When they exited the small tub, the bath water was an ugly shade, but Sasuke's perfect pale skin was returning to its healthy natural milky glow.

There was distinct lack of food in the inn room, but neither boy seemed to notice, too exhausted both physically and emotionally to be hungry. Drying Sasuke first, Itachi dressed his younger brother in his own shirt, too large for the tiny body. If the circumstances had been different, Itachi may have reflected on how adorable his baby brother looked, all worn out, rubbing his eyes sleepily, and swimming in his older brothers' clothing. He pulled on his own pair of pants, his chest left bare due to Sasuke wearing his only shirt.

Soaking and scrubbing the blood from Sasuke's shirt and shorts the best he could, the older Uchiha occasionally whispered a soothing word to Sasuke as the boy sat beside him, face buried in the young teenagers side. Itachi set the soaked clothes near the fire to dry, his brother gripping his pants tightly in a small fist, following him as he moved around the room.

"Come on Sasuke, let's go to bed," he suggested softly, leading the catatonic child to the small twin bed in the corner of the room. Hoisting the boy in, and climbing in behind him, he hugged him close.

Exhaustion had set in, and Itachi hadn't found the time to process what had taken place yet, his entire focus still on his precious brother. He needed to break through the shock surrounding them and their tragedy, but a thirteen year old could only do so much for himself. Caring for another person would be a challenge in and of itself.

Turning in the strong arms wrapped around him, Sasuke buried his face in his brothers' bare chest, taking comfort in the warmth surrounding him. Itachi was all he had left in the world, his only family, his brother, and the one person he truly loved with all his heart. "Aniki," he mumbled as he fell into an uneasy sleep, the words muffled against the pale expanse of skin. "Don't leave me, aniki."

"I will never leave you otouto," the older Uchiha promised, his face pressed into the soft raven locks. "You are mine to love and protect, I promise"

The years that followed one of the darkest nights in Uchiha history were hard for the two young boys. Itachi was immediately thrust into adulthood, charged with the care and safe keeping of his younger brother.

After sneaking back into the Uchiha compound to collect what they could, they fled to a small town on the coast, miles from their home, and took up residence in a small one room shack. They slept together, wrapped in each others' arms on a single futon they found abandoned in an ally and dragged to their new home.

Even in his brothers' familiar warm embrace it was months before Sasuke could sleep through the night without waking with a scream of terror echoing through the small room. He would sob into Itachi's chest until he exhausted himself, only to repeat the process again the next night.

Slowly, but surely, the two brothers fell into a semi comfortable routine, though their life wasn't even a pale comparison of what they had before. Itachi took any work he could as a fisherman, but the small amount left from home disappeared all too soon, and often ends didn't meet forcing them to go hungry many a night.

Working night and day to feed and clothe his younger brother was taking its toll on Itachi. Too many nights he would come home battered, beaten, and bloody from a hard day's work too far above the limits of his young body. On several occasions he thought of selling his body, but his pride always one out in the end, only ever wanting to share that intimacy with one person.

As time passed, the small amount of money kept them fed and clothed enough to survive, but after several months of watching his brother nearly kill himself day in and day out, Sasuke insisted on working as well. Of course Itachi refused, stating Sasuke was still only a child, and it was his job to support him as the elder brother, and to preserve his innocence as long as possible.

Unsatisfied with his brothers' answer, and deciding he had lost his so called innocence the day his family was murdered, Sasuke went to work behind Itachi's back. He would sneak out each day when the elder was at work, saving away any money he made for their future. In his childish mind, if he could save his money, eventually there would be enough, and Itachi would never have to work again.

The citizens of the tiny town were kindly, and took pity on the small child with wide teary eyes, finding odd jobs for him to do that they could have easily done themselves. He spent most days weeding, catching runaway cats, or walking dogs.

Wanting to treat his brother, Sasuke would occasionally buy dango, or another of Itachi's favourite sweets. When questioned as to where the money came from, the cheeky little Uchiha would answer that the villagers gave it to him because he was cute. As he grew up, he realized it wasn't a complete lie.

When Sasuke reached the age of ten, Itachi finally caved, allowing his little brother to work in a shop in town. With the increased flow of money, their lives became a little more comfortable, but the youngest raven always craved more. He wanted a life away from a small town, though he would always love the villagers who had showed them such kindness.

As the years passed, they grew, and so did their beauty, which had girls of the village swooning at the sight of them. Their beauty also caught the unwanted eye of many a sailor or trader that came to port. Often underestimated by those intent on selling them for the slave trade, or those just looking for a little fun, men soon learned that nothing could stop the hellfire that rained down on those who touched the last Uchiha's.

Despite their desolate circumstances, they were raised as a nobles, and held themselves accordingly no matter their surroundings. Itachi had been trained in the art of war, and was deadly with any weapon, including his own two hands. Training Sasuke became a priority when the elder Uchiha had a moment to spare, and by the time Sasuke was eleven, they were a deadly duo feared for miles around.

Before Sasuke could defend himself, the townspeople would protect the young boy while his brother was away. On more than one occasion, someone would get the idea into their head that such a beautiful boy should be used for their personal gain. Once in the defence of his precious brother, Itachi killed a man for attempting to take Sasuke's innocence.

As they grew older and more skilled, they in turn defended the villagers and the village itself. The people of the small fishing town had accepted and taken in the two wayward children without knowing their past, and for that, the Uchiha brothers would forever be in their debt.

Four years after the slaughter of one of the proudest clans in the country, a man by the name of Orochimaru came to recruit the pair with the promise of riches and power. Seventeen year old Itachi refused, but intrigued and wanting more than a life in a small town as a fishermen, Sasuke persuaded his brother to join the crew with him, and so began their new life.

They became outlaws, and pirates, known terrors of the seven seas at a young age, and struck fear into the heart of any man or woman who heard their tale.

Careful to keep his brother from ever bloodying his hands, Itachi took the lives when a kill was necessary.

All was well with the brothers until Orochimaru became greedy, deciding he wanted more from the youngest member of his crew than the teen wanted to give.

At the age of thirteen, Uchiha Sasuke killed for the first time, murdering their own Captain while defending his chastity, something he would only freely give to one man. Years later he did so with the only man he'd ever loved, his own flesh and blood, Uchiha Itachi.

Ten Years Later

Uzumaki Naruto leaned against the railing of the bow on the Gambunta, inhaling the salty sea air that ruffled his spiky blond hair. His Caribbean sea blue eyes shone with excitement. It was to be his first time sailing as second mate under the great Captain Jiraiya, and his first mate Hayate. It was unheard of for someone his age to hold such a rank, and he was proud. Humming to himself, Naruto watched the slightly murky water of the harbour lapping softly against the hull, the ship gently rocking with the movement of the water.

Shortly after he had been born, Naruto had been orphaned when his parents perished at sea. Only a handful of men survived the wreckage, and Naruto was found floating in a barrel wrapped tightly in a cloth with the name Naruto Uzumaki embroidered on it, though part of the blanket was missing just after the name.

Sent to an orphanage, the boy had run away at the age of six after receiving severe beatings on many occasions for no other reason than the caretaker didn't like him. He raised himself in the cruel streets until a kindly shipping owner took pity on him and welcomed him into his home. He owed much to old man Sarutobi, a debt that could never be repaid.

When old enough, the young boy joined one of the many crews of the Sarutobi and Namikaze shipping company as a cabin boy, and began his life at sea. He liked to believe his father had been a sailor as well, and he was simply following in his footsteps.

He made a name from himself, learning anything and everything that was willingly taught to him, from sailing to the art of the sword. Always eager to learn, his Captain had taken a personal interest in him, and trained him. With the help of the Great Captain Jiraiya, Naruto rose quickly through the ranks, and owed his position to the kind man he looked up to almost as a father.

"Good morning Naruto."

The blond turned to find the Captain striding up the gangplank, his long white hair flowing in the breeze behind him. "Morning ero-sennin," he greeted with a large grin. "Fine day to set sail. Favourable winds, and clear skies as far as the eye can see."

The man clapped the other on the shoulder, and growled. "How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that."

"Heh." Naruto rubbed the back of his neck absentmindedly, and flashed the man a sheepish smile. "Sorry Captain, habit I suppose."

"Everyone on board?" the Captain asked.

"Yes sir."

Jiraiya reached over and ruffled the blond spikes affectionately. He'd trained the boy since Naruto had first joined his crew, and looked on him as his own son. "Well, I think it's about time we made ready for this voyage," he said. "What do you say Naruto," he continued, motioning to the ship that extended behind them."Would you do the honours?"

"Yes Captain," Naruto said eagerly, saluting the man and turning around to face the deck. Bringing his hands to cup around his mouth he let out a great shout. "All hands on deck," he hollered. "Captain on board. Make ready for inspection."

To clear up any confusion, ten years later is ten years after the Uchiha massacre.

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