Dirty Darling

Chapter One:

I Will Not Hang Myself Tonight

Warnings: Light yaoi, slight incest, violence, slight insanity, ITACHI in big, bolded letters. :D

Useful terminology:

Tomoe(s): The comma-looking thingies that appear on the Sharingan - there can be up to three, and they rotate around the main pupil. They are black, while the background of the Sharingan is blood red.

Shisui: Shisui was Itachi and Sasuke's slightly older cousin. He was briefly mentioned in a flashback of Sasuke's childhood. It was said that Itachi and Shisui were as close as brothers, but that Itachi drowned him and made it appear as suicide.

Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan: When a user of the Mangekyo Sharingan steals his brother's Mangekyo, they achieve the Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan. All of the effects of this are unknown, but it is suspected that this is how Madara is immortal. It also stops the blindness that plagued Itachi before he died, and now plagues Sasuke.

Madara Uchiha: He was the founder of the Uchiha clan, and even helped found Konoha with the first Hokage, Senju. He tried to convince the rest of the clan to rise up against the Senju clan for possession of Konoha, but they refused and cast him out after learning he'd stolen his brother's eyes. He left, vowing vengeance. It is highly suspected that he was in control of Kyuubi when it attacked the village, though he denies it. (He did set Kyuubi on Konoha, the evil bastard. :3)

Yaoi: Boy on boy lovin'. That is to say, gay, homosexual, faggy stuff. I promise I wont burn your eyes with anything more than suggestion and kisses. :D

Incest: Oh, and I have realized that either of you might not know what Incest is, because not everybody is as fascinated with it as I am. XD It means physical or psychological non-platonic love between relatives. As in, you have a crush on your brother, or cousin, or your mom. Any relative, really. XD Only, I'm stretching it a bit and arguing that since Madara is Itachi's great-great-great-great-great-great-freakin-something grandpa, I don't think it counts as incest. XD

Alright, so I'm sorry guys, but I really wanted to write Itachi, because he is my Dirty Darling. ;3 Basically I'm going through his life from thirteen years old, as it would be in Show Me Yours, with the slight tweaks Saiyuki adds. Of course, I really just wanted to have some incestuous Madara x Itachi lovin'. Oh yeah! XD

Don't get worried - I am still going to write more in both Show Me Yours and Tie the Noose, I just haven't really gotten around to it. ^_^'

Oh, and just to say, I am not trying to make Itachi out as a perfect little angel. For all that he was ordered to kill the clan, he still killed the clan. He still joined a criminal organization - and probably did lots of horrendous things there, too. He still hurt Sasuke (and no, Maryanne, this does not mean I like Sasuke - actually, me an Sasuke-chan have a sort of love-hate thing going on. XD). So no, Itachi is not an angel, but he's still the shit.

Some cowards are afraid to live.

Some cowards are afraid to die.

I am the worst kind of coward.

I am afraid to choose.

"Drown him." Madara had hissed, sounding malevolent. This affected me none - despite being all of thirteen years old, I had acquired plenty of experience with psychopaths.

'Why?' I wondered back, knowing Madara would not hear me. I looked down at Shisui, spluttering and trying to break my hold around his throat. I fused more chakra through my hands, keeping him there - for all that I was the once-in-a-lifetime prodigy, I simply wasn't built for brute strength.

"Kill him!" Madara commands, and my brain goes distant as I consider it. If I killed Shisui-kun, I would be guaranteed more power. Yet, I had only injured the older boy out of rage - he'd taunted me (are you going to go after Sasuke next? Or does it not matter who you kill?). Obviously I could not let that go unpunished, but following through on my promise of death would only mean I wasn't as controlled as would be necessary (and I had to be perfect, of that fact there was no question - Uchiha Itachi was perfect, and if I wasn't perfect, I wasn't Uchiha Itachi. Perfecting my control and ability to deal out death was part of that inherent perfection-).

"I forget - you're a coward, aren't you Itachi?" I glanced over my shoulder at Madara, the great Uchiha founder. He was not allowing Shisui to see him, or even hear him - the wonders of the eternal Mangekyo Sharingan. All of the privileges with none of the consequences.

"Killing him would be showing weakness." I insist, my voice flat. I do not look at the water surrounding me on all sides, filling Shisui's mouth and eyes and nose every time the current washes it over his half-submerged face. The chakra is not only to help me hold Shisui in place - it also allows me to pretend the water is not there.

"Kill him, Itachi. You want to - being strong is simply taking what you want." Madara whispers, age-old breath whispering against my ear; my head goes fuzzy, cut off from my body. I nod to the older man slowly, and Shisui finally looks as scared as he should be - I realize he thinks I've gone insane. Maybe I have.

"They'll think its suicide." I tell him congenially, and tighten my hold around Shisui's throat. He wheezes slightly as I drag him further into the water. On the off chance he can still breath around my chokehold, he will get nothing but water. A fitting end for an Uchiha.

"So don't worry about me." I murmur, and feel my Sharingan tomoes spin slowly - why? They have no purpose as of now - I do not need Sharingan to kill one single Uchiha. He's barely even of the main family - his blood having been diluted, it makes him considerably weaker than the rest of my pitiful clan.

"I-ta…chi…" Shisui manages to grind out, just those three syllables, as if that will seal my fate, as well as his - I could have told him that it didn't make a difference, my fate was sealed the moment I asked Madara for help. I don't get the chance before Shisui fades completely, the life flickering from his eyes rather anti-climatically. I let go of my stranglehold on the corpse - how quickly friends go from having names to being mere corpses, when one dies. I watch dispassionately as Shisui's body is carried to the bottom of the river, settling in amongst the mud.

"Maybe you're not as much of a coward as I thought you were." Madara murmurs, and I know he's grinning at me - but still, I think, 'why?' Usually I am not so slow, but I don't understand. Killing Shisui should admittedly have been hard - other than my siblings, I had no one closer.

"Why?" I asked, distracted. When I look down I realize there's blood on my hands, dark red and already in the process of drying. I frown slightly and wipe my hands on my (damp?) clothes, but it doesn't wash off.

What…?

I rub my fingers together experimentally, and find the substance is sticky - upon closer inspection, I find it even smells coppery, like it should.

"Did you cast a genjutsu on me, Madara?" I ask calmly, frowning over at the older man. He'd been watching me with a lazy curiousness as I tried vainly to rid myself of the blood on my hands.

"No." He says simply, and I frown in bewilderment, looking down once more - and freeze. I stare past my bone-white skin, past the splotches of blood sticking out grotesquely. I'm not looking at the corpse in the water below me - I'm looking directly at the water, feeling the tug of its current (its dragging me down, backwards, under the water, down-down-down forever, and I can't do anything-!).

"…We're in the water." I state rather calmly. Madara just stares at me for a moment longer, and then suddenly reaches toward - I open my mouth to let out a scream, flailing backwards, but he grabs me around the waist, a hand clamped over my mouth.

"Calm down!" He hisses in my ear, but I keep thrashing and screaming (at the time I hadn't even realized they were mine - they sounded pathetically muffled by Madara's hand, more like whimpers unfit for the perfect Uchiha I was-). The only thing reaching me through my numb haze was the fact that I was powerless against the water, and it was seconds away from dragging me down.

"Itachi!" The sound of my own name stills my struggles, and the person who is Itachi (perfect, powerful, faultless) calms the person who is not. I stop thrashing, dangling limply from Madara's arms - I have always been small, and Madara is much, much older.

"Put me down." I say calmly, my voice taking on only a slightly hard edge. It meant that if he did not put me down immediately, I would harm him severely, despite his shattering of the time-space dimension jutsu.

"Don't forget about our important date tomorrow night." Madara says and laughs, setting me down almost obediently. The sound of Madara's laugh is enough to send shivers down anyone's (anyone but me, the perfect Uchiha) spine. He has been insane for over a half century, of course. And the idea of Madara being truly obedient is ridiculous at best - he only ever pretends to be obedient in order for you to drop your guard.

(He says it makes his victims surprised when he finally takes them. I don't pay this any mind - when he finally decides to take me, I will not be surprised. I have been expecting it for a short time now - I have a feeling he will do it tomorrow, when I've finally started commencing my own destruction.)

"I won't forget." I murmur, and inspect my ANBU gear closely. Everything has to be in its exact spot, in top working order. I will not have imperfect gear (because then I wouldn't be perfect, now would I?)

"Good." He reiterates, and I look up slowly to see that his mask is askew, exposing his mouth alone. He in turn rips my mask upwards (I could stop him if I wanted to - I find I can't decide if I want to or not) up off my face. I barely have time to open my mouth in order to avoid our teeth clicking together painfully before he latches his mouth over mine roughly. He kisses like he fights, violent and fast and invading. I simply hang limply from his arms, neither encouraging nor discouraging his antics.

Suddenly Madara laughs and releases me, as suddenly as he had seized me. I right my mask dispassionately - I wonder only momentarily at the fact that he seems unruffled by my lack of expression.

"Ja." Madara says cheerfully, and promptly disappears. I turn my back, offering no goodbye, and walk away without a backward glance.