Pain and Pleasure
An Itachi Fanfic.
Dedicated to Cassie. She's my name twin and the most anime obsessed person I've met. Loves you Cassie! 3
The young boy smiled as he ran down the street. His long black hair fluttered behind him. The four year old boy shouted to the other boy just a little farther down the road. "Sempai!" The other boy, quite a bit older, turned his kind, dark eyes to the younger of the two boys. He stuck out two fingers, and the younger boy rammed his forehead into the two fingers. The younger boy then rubbed his forehead.
"Sorry, Itachi, I can't play today," The older boy began. "I'm going on an important mission today."
"But you promised, Obito-sempai," Itachi whined.
"I'm sorry, Itachi," Obito said, ruffling Itachi's hair. "I've really got to go now; I'm going to be late. I promise that when I get back I'll play with you." Obito started running towards the city gates. "Bye, Itachi!" Itachi smiled and turned to go home. He was already starting to think of what he would play with Obito when he got home.
He went out to the gate of the city and waited for Obito two days later. It was that afternoon that he saw the team that he recognized as Obito's. Kakashi was limply holding Obito's goggles, and his headband was tilted over his right eye. Rin, the girl that Obito had a crush on, looked tired and broken. The team's leader, Minato, watched both of his students with his kind, blue eyes. Obito was nowhere in sight. Itachi ran up to Rin. "Rin-san, where's Obito-sempai?" Rin looked at Itachi sadly, made a few choking murmurs, then began to cry. Minato tried to calm her down, and Itachi turned to Kakashi. "Kakashi-san, what happened? Where's Obito-sempai?" Kakashi looked down at Itachi, swallowing hard.
"Itachi, Obito died," He whimpered. He put his hand on top of Itachi' head. "I'm sorry."
"We're all sorry," Minato said. He started leading his students to the neighborhood where the Uchihas lived. "We have to go tell his parents now. Good bye, Itachi." With that, they left Itachi in the street. It began to rain just as Itachi's tears began to fall. He didn't hear the silent footsteps coming up behind him, and he thought he was alone until a hand was put on his shoulder. Itachi turned around, and found himself facing someone with long, black hair covering the man's left eye and framing a face much like his own.
"Itachi-kun," The man said in his dark voice. "You shouldn't cry in the middle of the street." He reached out and wiped a tear off Itachi's face, making sure to keep his long, dark colored nails out of Itachi's eye. The young Uchiha sniffled and grasped the older man. The man picked Itachi up and sat them both down on under an overhang from one of the roofs of a nearby building, putting the young Uchiha on his lap. Itachi continued to hold onto the mysterious man. "Itachi-kun, don't cry. It's alright, I'm here." The man stroked Itachi's head, brushing the dark hair away from the young boy's face. Itachi looked up at the man.
"But, sempai die-" Itachi began.
"Shhh," The man shushed him. "I'll be your new sempai." The young boy nuzzled into the man's chest. The man held the cold, wet boy close to him. "I'll be here for you."
"Do you promise?" The boy sniffled, looking up at the man.
"Yes, Itachi-kun, I promise," The man said. "Cry only to me, the others won't understand. You're very special, Itachi-kun." The boy wiped his face a little.
"Who are you?" He asked. The man smiled, standing up and pulling the young Uchiha up.
"Uchiha Madara," He answered. "But you can't tell anyone; it's got to be a secret." Itachi nodded. "Now, go home. Your parents should be expecting you back soon." The young Uchiha looked at the man he now knew as Madara. He hugged him as best he could before running back home.