Thanks to finally figuring out this site, I wanna give special notification to Little Letters who had the original idea for this story! I wanted to branch out and end the original story's that were left unfinished long long ago.
Boy love coming up, don't like that sort of thing, then I suggest you turn on your heel and out the same way you came in.
Wanna leave a comment? By all means, go right ahead, it makes for an interesting time for me when I write. :)
Still a beta at heart though! So any SNS writers out there looking for a beta, drop me a line! On with the show!
-XOXO-
Coming of Age - Past
The moonlight filtered through the cracks of the ruffled curtains that hung over the window casting a stretch of light across the bed, where a figure shivered beneath a light sheet. Light panting could be heard coming from the figure's mouth, muscles quivering involuntary and teeth chattered sporadically.
The figure's blue black hair was flat against the young man's skull, slick from perspiration. Tufts of hair stuck to his forehead, sideburns and cheeks; the young man too weak to brush it aside. Lips dry, parted and appeared chapped as quick pants were expelled. Every so often, a parched tongue would emerge, attempting to moisten the lips and teeth would chatter briefly. Eyes remained hidden while whimpers and moans of discomfort were heard.
"I brought you some water, try and relax otouto," a voice softly spoke, as a tall figure entered the semidarkness.
"N-n-niisan…h-h-hurts," a broken whisper came from the shivering figure on the bed.
"Sshh…sleep, you will feel better when you wake," the deep voice gently responds as he stands by the bed. He reaches out his hand and palms the smaller figure's forehead, then lightly strokes the blue black hair back. The sweat dampened figure leans into the gentle caress and whines softly. Eyelids fluttered, struggling to open. "Soon otouto, soon," the gentle voice speaks while continuing to caress the boy's hair coaxing the boy into sleep.
A tremor rocked through the sheet clad body and the body clicked and jerked harshly, the spine then bowed, a mouth opened in a chocked gasp like the air was sucked out of the lungs and eyes bulged open wide. His toes curled hard, his arms splayed out on either side as sounds of cracks and rips came from his body. His legs spasmed and knees locked. He let out a chocked scream as his body jerked and convulsed on the bed. His head bent back, eyes squeezed shut as the pain rocked through his body. There was no control as the body jerked and twitched on the bed. As his body got to close to the side, he gasped, trying to draw in air as his body flopped to the floor. Every area of his body felt like it was burning, like acid running through his veins, scorching everything on the way through. It felt as if his body had a mind and transformation plan of its own. The pain, the pain...how could anyone get through this! His fingers scratched at the floor, trying to grasp anything to move him away from the pain, a common instinctual habit. His legs trembled and twitched as his legs felt like they were twisting into a new shape. He screamed again as he felt the air rush from his lungs when it felt as if his chest had collapsed on itself with ribs cracking and pushing through his skin. He managed to open his eyes, looking in the darkness, grinding his teeth together, his feet pushing on the floor, trying to move, walk, anything! He looked up, "N-n-nisaa…", he spit out through clenched teeth, "p-p-ple-ase…h-help me…" He flopped like a fish, his head swinging around involuntary, his eyes wide trying to see. His fingers continued to scratch at the floor, his fingertips starting to bleed. As his eyes searched, finding no figure in the space, his back popped and arched, a scream left his mouth as he cried out.
Claws began to stretch out of fingertips and toes, neck muscles cracked and popped as the neck began to stretch into a longer shape. Knee joints rolled backwards and ankle bones stretched. The boy hiccupped and coughed as he choked on his own saliva while trying to scream from the pain, as his body manipulated itself to something else. His eyes bled red, he could feel the slick of sweat across his body. His throat spasmed as he coughed out a screech feeling his face push out. He stretched his arm out, fingers reaching for the door. He grit his teeth together, drool dribbling from his mouth as he growled, "AAHH NIISAN!" and collapsed into darkness.
Outside the door there was no noise. There was no flurry of footsteps of concerned family running through the home, no one flipping on lights in alarm, just silence, as if the house was empty. A tall darkened figure emerged from the shadows and padded quietly down the hall, stopping outside the door, head tilted slightly listening to the now silent room. The tall figure then continued and stepped silently into another room, closing the door behind him. The house remained still.
Morning light filtered through the window of his younger brother's bedroom. The room appeared peaceful, but Itachi knew better. His younger brother's bedroom was the evidence of an obvious struggle confined to the room. Blood and diluted vomit littered the floor and furniture. Clothing and bedding lie in various stages of destruction throughout the room and he finds his little brother crumpled into a ball, in deep sleep, with pieces of torn cloth laying on various parts of his body. Itachi smiled sadly, kneeling to his sleeping brother. Oh how he wanted to barge into his brother's room last night to help him relieve the pain, to coddle him and hold him through it all, but he knew he could not. The worst was over for now and now he was able to help.
"Sasuke, Sasuke, time to wake up," Itachi spoke softly while running his hand through Sasuke's hair. It was matted with blood and vomit, but Itachi didn't care, "come on otouto, rise and shine."
"Mmph…" Sasuke fluttered his eyelids, his body giving a tremor before he opened his eyes and focused on his brother. Sasuke's eyes opened wide as he struggled to sit up, remembering some of what had happened the night before. As he sat up he found his skin was sensitive and he felt dehydrated. "Niisan, it happened didn't it? The pain was too real to be a nightmare," Sasuke's raspy voice managed to speak. His throat felt like a cheese grater went through it and his mouth felt as if it was full of cotton. Sasuke's wide eyes locked onto Itachi's. "Where were you niisan? I-I called, you…you were gone. Why did you leave me?" Sasuke's hands were clenched together, wringing themselves over and over in his lap, waiting for Itachi to answer. Itachi looked straight into Sasuke's eyes, seeing the hurt and confusion of his otouto, he felt guilty, but he knew he could nothing. Itachi began to stand up and helped pull Sasuke up, lifting him gently by the arms and getting Sasuke to his feet. Itachi led Sasuke to his bed and they both sat. Itachi sighed and gave Sasuke's hand a squeeze.
"Your right otouto, it did happen, it wasn't a dream. I couldn't help you during your time of coming of age, you know that, you know the dangers during this time." Itachi put his arm around Sasuke's shoulders and hugged him in close. Sasuke hmm'd a response and Itachi could feel Sasuke inhale deeply and begin to relax. "I have brought you some pain killers and water." Itachi pointed over to the bed side table that survived the previous evenings onslaught.
Sasuke sat up reaching for the water and pills. "Thanks niisan, I guess lycanthropy didn't skip me." Sasuke sighed, took the pills and leaned against his brother, suddenly feeling exhausted. His family were from a long line of descendant werewolves. Not everyone in the family got the gene, it was impossible to tell who would get it, and with today's changing world, the gene was seen far and few between in the Uchiha blood line. Itachi answered his beast call at age 16 years, normal age for the calling, and naturally their father was beaming with pride. Sasuke recalls that night, as he locked himself in his room, crying as he listened to his brother in wolf form rip apart his room in a disorientated state. Sasuke recalls the sounds of snarls, the cries and screams, as the room was ripped to shreds and Itachi endured his shifting. Their family celebrated Itachi's shifting and status the next morning as it was Itachi was deemed an alpha. Elders believed that the pain one endures from their coming of age, determines their status. Alpha, beta or omega. Less pain meant that the shifter was strong enough to fight the oncoming symptoms, therefore an obvious alpha would be born. Sasuke snorted to himself at such ridiculous beliefs. Though apparently Itachi suffered the shifting and woke the next morning slightly disorientated like nothing happened.
Sasuke looked down at his skin, it had blotches on it where it tore and stretched, his muscles ached, he had a pounding headache and felt exhausted. Sasuke bit his cracked lips. He had to be an alpha or he was so screwed. If he wasn't, it was just another thing to disappoint his perfectionist of a father. It was bad enough that when his 16th birthday came and went, with no signs of shifting, his father looked upon him with even more displeasure in his eyes. Sasuke was almost relieved that he didn't get the change, but deep down his inner being desired his father's approval. His birthday was almost 6 months past.
He recalled not feeling well the night before and heading to bed. The rest of the night is flashes of his brother and pain. Sasuke groaned as he recalled the pain of broken bones, torn skin, and what felt like burning acid through every inch of his body. He was certain, nodoubt about it, but he was not alpha, but omega. And of course, Itachi already knew.
"Father's going to disown me," Sasuke whispered as he lowered his head.
"Sasuke…"
"And of course you, the prodigy son, would turn out to be an alpha." Sasuke rests his forehead into his hands, "I'm nothing now, there is no reason for me to stay."
"Sasuke, calm down," Itachi whispers and reaches for Sasuke's shoulder.
"I…I could sell myself to the hunters…make some money…to send back to the family as s-severance for having to keep-keep me for so long," Sasuke's voice cracked as he struggled to hold back his sobs. He felt sick, sick with disgust as his body, sick that his inner wolf was an omega, sick that he couldn't bring himself to be what his father wanted.
"Sasuke! Get a hold of yourself!" Itachi grabbed Sasuke's shoulder and gave a hard shake. "There is nothing wrong with an omega! The pack would fall apart if it was made entirely of leaders!"
Sasuke continued, not feeling his brother's voice or shove. "M-maybe, I can get Orochimaru t-to harvest everyth-…" Sasuke yelped as strong hands grabbed his shoulders and yanked him back into his bed. Sasuke felt horrified as he realized he let out a yelp.
Itachi pulled Sasuke's face to look at him and glared hard into his little brother's eyes. "No. You. Will. NOT!" Itachi snarled in Sasuke's face, showing his teeth while holding his face steady.
Sasuke watched in new-found omega fear as Itachi's eye teeth began to shape into fangs and his pupils began to turn yellow. A deep growl originated from Itachi's chest and Sasuke found himself lowering his gaze, releasing a quiet whimper and exposing his throat as he tried to appear smaller unconsciously. Sasuke suddenly found himself being shoved unceremoniously off the bed and onto his ass, hitting the floor.
"Stop easily going into submission!" Itachi spoke sternly, "You are degrading yourself and going to end up having others walk all over you!"
Sasuke glared up at Itachi and felt a twitch of anger bubble up. "You think this is easy? What the fuck!? You think I can just turn whatever this is off?! Fuck you Itachi!" Sasuke spat out, as he glowered up at his brother, gritting his teeth, breathing hard through his flaring nostrils. This wasn't fair dammit! It was bad enough he was going to have to try and hide his status from his father, but he couldn't even control his instincts in a simple act around his brother! Sasuke grabbed his hair and pulled hard, showing his frustration of the situation through his actions… -FUCK!-
Sasuke felt tired, frustrated and stressed, making it extremely difficult to not be aggressive towards Itachi. It was a gift and a curse that Sasuke was never one to hold his tongue around his brother, right now it was probably a curse. Sasuke pushed his sore ass self off the floor, his eyes locked on Itachi, refusing to look away no matter how he felt. Sasuke bared his teeth and stood tall. "I am trying…trying to get this under control," Sasuke breathed out heavily, gritting his teeth to control his emotions, "so don't be thinking I'm weak, or degrading myself to lie down to be someone's first class bitch, while I work on getting myself back in control after this slight hiccup." Sasuke knew he would never be able to completely smother his omega instincts but be damned if he wouldn't push them down into the furthest pit of his mind and be damned if anyone tried to use it against him.
Itachi released a small smile. Sasuke's intense glare faltered a bit seeing the smile, his shoulders immediately relaxing and then question and confusion filled Sasuke's eyes.
"There's the stubborn strong little brother I know," Itachi beamed back at Sasuke. "Father doesn't need to know and you will not be forced into feeling like to you need to submit ever if I have anything to say about it!" Itachi's eyes sparkled, "get ready otouto, for we are going to train you hard Sasuke, and when we are done, alphas are going to be inspired by you and want to be you."
Sasuke swallowed a large lump in his throat as he watched his niisan stare and smile past him. Sasuke felt a slight glimmer of hope, as he trusted his brother immensely and he has never ever left Sasuke feeling vulnerable and alone. Sasuke sat beside Itachi, resting his head on his shoulder, mentally preparing himself for the challenge ahead.
-XOXO-
Four Years Later
Sasuke sat in a large sitting chair, wrapped in a blanket and an open book on his lap. He stared out the window, watching the wind lightly blow leaves about the air, his mind open and letting memories tumble through. This time of year always reminded him of the year of his coming of age. The pain, confusion and depression of discovering he was omega. He shuddered as he recalled thinking about selling himself off to avoid the acceptance of his werewolf status. True to his word, his brother Itachi had begun training Sasuke in suppressing his instincts and with the help of a doctor family friend, Kakashi Hatake, using a drug suppressant to mask his omega scent. Sasuke shuddered at recalling the misery he suffered the first year of his training, trying to mentally suppress his omega instincts. With Itachi hounding him every second of the day it seemed, the first year was full of angry outbursts, growling and thrashing and of course the wailing of tears to name a few. With the continuous fear of failure, Sasuke had convinced himself after the first year that an alternate route was better and had fled to Orochimaru. Sasuke shuddered at the memory. His memory of leaving his family was still fresh, but his memories during his stay with Orochimaru become grey after a few weeks. His earliest memory after his bout with Orochimaru is being strapped to a bed, his bones showing from the weight he apparently lost, weak as a newborn pup and his brother's stress lines apparent on his face as his sad eyes looked down on him. Sasuke is struck with guilt on a regular basis when he looks in a mirror and see's the permanent mark on his shoulder. A curse mark left to remind him of his decision to abandon his family and attempt the inconceivable. Sasuke unconsciously rubbed the shoulder as a lump formed in his throat, recalling those times.
The second year with Itachi was practically just as bad as the first and by the third year, Sasuke could finally push down the urge to submit to alphas with ease and felt more in control and confident with his status. He continued to take the medical suppressants to hide his scent, which worked well since his father had never found out, which could be considered surprising, but since his father was rarely home as it was, it was surprisingly easy to keep the omega scent and status hidden.
But now Sasuke was a part of Itachi's pack. When Itachi had moved out, he created his own pack and requested his father to allow Sasuke to come with him. Their father was proud and did not contest the request, provided that Sasuke continued with his studies and of course, finish top of his class. Itachi of course assured their father that Sasuke's studies would not be interrupted and Sasuke would learn the importance of leadership roles of a pack. Sasuke scoffed to himself and picked up his book. Things have been settled and positive with uni, the pack and his status, so Sasuke was sure nothing could bother him anymore. Things were finally going his way.
-XOXO-
Well, how was that? Interesting enough to continue? Happy thoughts all :)
