Ruptured Life by Kael

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Summary: I have a brother named Itachi. He has strange friends, and a dangerous gang. Now Itachi has gotten himself in trouble, and is planning on hiding out for awhile–and he's taking Sasuke with him. This is a story about gangs, a twisted love, and a life that gets seriously screwed up. [ItaSasu Drugs+Smoking+guns etc.

Disclaimers: I own none of Naruto characters. They belong to Masashi Kishimoto.

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"in·cest (nsst)
n.

1. Sexual relations between persons who are so closely related that their marriage is illegal or forbidden by custom.

2. The statutory crime of sexual relations with such a near relative."

Sasuke read aloud from the Medical dictionary in his 6th Period, American Law class. God this class was so stupid. It was supposed to be about the general laws of America, but no– Sai-sensei was more concerned with the laws against sexual interaction. He'd spent all month researching and doing projects on sex related crimes!

"Very good, Sasuke. Now Hitomi, would you read the definition of rape for us?"

"rape (rp)

n.

1. The crime of forcing another person to submit to sex acts, especially sexual intercourse.

v. Raped, rap-ing, rapes

To commit rape upon." read Hitomi.

Sighing, Sasuke returned his attention back to his book, The Divine Comedy written by Dante. It was much more interesting than listening to Sai-sensei's dictionary reading.

"The Divine Bounty, in which no shadow is found/ Of envy, as it burns from inward, spills/ Eternal beauties sparkling all around." he read mentally, becoming completely absorbed in the epic poem.

Sasuke was your average 12th grader–well alright, not so average. He had perfect grades, good looks, and a horde of fan girls, but aside from that his life was nowhere near perfect. Sasuke lived alone with his nineteen-year old brother, Itachi, ever since the untimely death of his parents four years ago. Itachi wasn't home much, considering that he worked two full-time jobs during the week and was apart of a gang whenever they decided they needed him. Never the less, Itachi always managed to be home on Saturdays–always, no matter what. For as long as Sasuke could remember, Itachi had long mid-back raven hair that he always kept in a low ponytail, and two line-like birth marks on either side of his nose, often seen wearing a silver stud in each ear. Since the age of thirteen, Itachi had also taken to wearing red contact lenses–Sasuke never knew exactly why but couldn't bring himself to care. As far as he was concerned, his brother had the body of a god. Itachi wasn't short, but he wasn't too tall either at just under six feet. Also having just the right amount of muscle to fit his slim features. Being part of a gang did a number on him though. On more than one occasion Sasuke had come home to find his brother a bloody mess at the front door. It was a pain patching him up afterwards–he even skipped school to make sure Itachi stayed put while he healed. His brother had also picked up several nasty habits– smoking, for example, was one of them. You could always tell when Itachi had something on his mind, because you would find him on the porch smoking a cigarette.

Sasuke was a bit different from his brother. He wore tight shirts and relatively snug pants on a regular basis. Most of it black. Sasuke was about 5'5" in height, harboring a more feminine figure with the slight curve of his hips and girlish frame. His hairstyle consisting of long bangs parted on either side of his face and the back spiked– surprisingly, his hair did this all on its own, spiking up naturally. Unlike Itachi, Sasuke had onyx eyes– the original color passed to them from their ancestors. With much coaxing from Itachi, he had agreed to get a piercing–just one on his left ear. It was minimal, but Itachi was happy– so that's all that mattered. Itachi's jewelry consisted of his piercings and a single necklace. While Sasuke often wore several necklaces, and numerous bracelets on a daily basis. He was goth, so what?

The thing about both of them was that to society, they were unsociable, stuck up pricks. Itachi enjoyed seeing the pain of others, and Sasuke just ignored everyone. They were both masters of being stoic, but at home they were nothing but loving siblings toward each other. They could understand each other better than anyone else, and that's why Sasuke was in constant danger. Being in a gang, a lot of people tried to seek out Itachi's weakness. Sasuke being the only thing he truly loved as anything more than a friend or comrade. Sasuke was fully aware of this, and made a point of not putting himself in too much of a spotlight.

In any case, today Sasuke was wearing a plain black t-shirt and snug black jeans held up by a black studded belt with black converse. He wore five black bracelets on his left wrist along with a black studded collar around his neck. Final conclusion– the fan girls were having a field day.

Sai-sensei, finally noticing Sasuke's lack of interest and minimal amount of time left in his class, asked him a question.

"Sasuke, what is the legal age for sexual intercourse?"

Looking up, Sasuke answered, "Seventeen, Sai-sensei."

"Very good, NOW HAVE A NICE WEEKEND EVERYONE! REMEMBER TO GET LAID!" He hollered out to the Junior class as the dismissal bell rang.

Picking up his things, Sasuke heaved his backpack onto his shoulder and began the journey to the classroom door. Today was Friday–meaning he would have all day to spend with Itachi tomorrow. Maybe Itachi would even cook? That would be nice, considering that during the weak Sasuke would make dinner, leaving it out for when Itachi returned later that night– If he came home at all. Lately Itachi had been gone more than usual, that gang of his demanding more of his time. But Itachi kept his promise– he was always home on Saturday.

As he made his way through the halls, there was a constant noise of lockers slamming and the idle chatter of students as they prepared to leave the school grounds. Girls giggling as he passed– stupid idiots. Apart from his reputation at school for being perfect in every way– Itachi simply didn't have enough money to buy Sasuke a car. So he was stuck riding the bus home. Unfortunately for him, he lived farther away from the school than most of the students because of his parent's wealth and social standing prior to their death. He lived in a rich neighborhood– the brothers only stayed there because the house was already paid for, so they wouldn't have to pay rent. His bus was one of the last to leave school grounds– he had plenty of time.

Taking his time walking through the halls, he passed teachers, the jocks on their way out of the locker room, a group of Geeks carrying their books, and a guy trying to sex up his girlfriend. It was interesting to be detached from all of this chaos. Making his way out the front entrance– squeezing out like the rest of the students battling for freedom, he finally broke free of the crowd and headed toward the end of the line of buses. His bus number was 84, so it was at the very, very back– bus number 3 being the first.

It took about ten minutes to get to his bus at his leisurely pace, not surprisingly, he was one of the first to get on the bus, and as usual he sat down next to his friend, Naruto. The first person in the whole school to actually befriend the stoic Sasuke Uchiha.

"HEY, SASUKE!" Naruto greeted in his usually obnoxious way.

"Hey..." he returned, his voice lacking the enthusiasm Naruto's had.

"How was Sai-sensei's class?" Naruto commenced in teasing. He was aware of how much Sasuke detested that class, as he would complain about the assignments on a regular basis.

"Dumb." Sasuke said.

"Why? What'd he talk about today?" Naruto questioned, curiously.

"He had us read the definitions of sexual crimes aloud in class, and then he told us to get laid this weekend when the bell rang..." Sasuke explained.

Naruto laughed. "Heh, sucks for you! I have band last period."

"Yes, but you're failing, aren't you?"He prodded.

Naruto's smile turned into defensive frown. "Yeah. So? At least I've having fun doing it. If I suck at trumpet, I'm taking the whole band with me! HAH!"

Sasuke smirked,"Hn."

"That's IT! I'm not talking to you anymore if you're going to go all monosyllabic on me!" He said turning around in his seat to talk to Kiba, a kid who took his dog to school, leaving Sasuke to his own devices until the bus arrived at his stop– A half hour bus ride away. So he took out his philosophical reading, which occupied him for the remainder of the ride. Allowing him to completely disregard the insistent chatter of Naruto and Kiba, along with the rest of the rambunctious teenagers.

When the bus finally pulled up to the corner of Chidori Street and West boulevard, Sasuke had reached the final chapter of his epic. The bus stopped. Sliding out of the empty seat (Naruto gets off at an earlier stop), he made his way to the front of the bus– nodding the bus driver, Hayate, and exiting the bus. He was the only one who got off at this stop. No one else lived in such a snobbish part of town. It certainly wasn't a bad thing, just different.

Moseying his way down Chidori street, he passed large house after large house on his way home. The house was a large two story white building with dark blue trim, and a double front door with cherry finish and formal class windows. The front yard only held well trimmed grass and sparse shrubs and bushes (The Uchiha Brothers were not ones for flowers). It was stately and plain–and they liked it that way. The powerwash clean driveway was empty, signaling that Itachi wasn't home yet– it was more than likely that he wouldn't be home any time soon.

Letting himself in, Sasuke dropped his backpack next to the coat rack next to the door. Heading down the hall off to the left of the sizable foyer. The front rooms, foyer, and kitchen had the same black and white checker board marble floor. The walls were all a beige, or a soft hue of pastel. The rooms were still furnished with their parent's expensive furniture, large expensive works of art, and picture frames with the family portrait– done in a time long past when the world was still a harmless place and everything was great to the childish innocence of a young Sasuke. The world was no longer the wonderful place he had once thought it to be. He and Itachi had spent agonizing hours trying to raise enough money to live in their large house, afford the bills, and be able to eat. Well, until Itachi had forced Sasuke to stop work due to the constant harassment he received at every place he managed to land a job. Telling him to instead focus on his school work and the house. So that's what he did, and since then Sasuke had kept a constant 4.0 grade average and the house remained spotless.

Spotless. Well, unless Itachi brought his friends over– then the house never managed to stay clean. Especially when Itachi brought over his friend Kisame– they always managed to get wasted– partly because Itachi had the world's lowest alcohol tolerance, and Kisame just enjoyed getting drunk. In that situation Sasuke just put them in separate guest rooms, and gave them hang over medicine in the morning.

Entering the kitchen, he got to work on cleaning up the untouched leftovers he'd left out for Itachi– who apparently had not come home yesterday. Sighing, he threw out the beef casserole he'd made for dinner last night. Rinsing the pan out, and setting it into the dishwasher. Sasuke was getting worried that Itachi wasn't getting enough to eat. Sighing again, he set to work on dinner– chicken basted in an Italian sauce with Basmati rice.

Half an hour later, Sasuke was sitting at the dining room table doing homework while dinner was in the oven. Math was such a pain– he understood the concept of it, so why did he have to do so many of the stupid problems. Then when checking his answer– he found it wrong. HE HAD TO DO THE WHOLE PROBLEM. AGAIN!!! Cursing, he got up from the chair and stomped into the kitchen to check on his chicken. Opening the oven, Sasuke huffed– the chicken still had about twenty minutes before it was done. So he decided to start the rice in the rice cooker, that way the chicken and rice would be done relatively around the same time. Two parts rice, one part water. Steam. Push the start button, and voila.

Half an hour later, Sasuke sat at the dining room table going over his science homework while eating dinner. The chicken was a bit over done, but the rice was fine. It was quiet in the house. Nothing there to deter from the solitude of a single person in a large house, all alone. Finally finishing his meal, he washed his plate off, and put aside some chicken and rice for Itachi. Done with his homework, he sat in front of the television– aiming to zone out for a while. There wasn't much on at 7 o'clock on a Friday, so he settled down to watch an old soap opera that seemed sort of entertaining. It was about a woman who was in love with her best friend's boyfriend, who turned out to love this other woman who he met at the super market. The whole plot was filled with who was sleeping around with who, the whole thing was pointless–but it served it's purpose and at about 9 o'clock he went to bed, falling into unconsciousness a while later.

As Itachi pulled into the driveway at one o'clock in the morning his mind was in a frenzy. He was concerned that the Oto gang had already found his home– Sasuke was at home, he knew. If they found Sasuke, he was done for. His little brother was the only thing still keeping him sane– if Sasuke was hurt, or worse– killed. He would lose his mind. Sasuke could not be threatened, that's all there was to it. Now it was all his fault that the Oto Mafia were after the Akatsuki. If only he could have held in his temper when Orochimaru had insinuated that he loved his brother more than he should.

Cursing, he slammed his door– hoping that the Oto henchmen hadn't found them yet. The door was locked– he breathed a relieved breath. Crude gang members like the Oto would leave the door unlocked when they entered. Orochimaru hadn't found Sasuke yet. That was little consolation, as Orochimaru was hell bent on destroying the Akatsuki. If Orochimaru hadn't found his home yet– he would find it soon.

Rushing up the stairs, he ran down the long corridor to Sasuke's room. The door was closed, and the lights were off– Sasuke must have gone to sleep hours ago. On opening the door, the first sight to greet him was the sleeping face of his younger brother. He looked so relaxed and at peace, Itachi almost felt bad for waking him up. Sasuke worked himself to the bone to keep his grades in the top percentile, and the house spotless– but then he remembered Orochimaru. That snake would do anything to get at Sasuke.

Gently shaking Sasuke awake, he heard Sasuke groan out a protest as he became conscious of the force trying to rouse him from his sleep.

"Mmmm...'tachi, what time is it?" Sasuke asked groggily

"It doesn't matter, I need you to get up and pack the essentials. We need to leave." He explained.

"What?" Sasuke was now fully awake, and wondering about Itachi's request.

"I'll explain later– just put together your essentials, some clothes that will last you about a week, and anything you don't want to leave behind." explained Itachi as he urged Sasuke into a standing position.

"Oh. Alright." Sasuke said, still a bit drowsy.

"And hurry, Otouto." Itachi prodded, as he left the room to assemble his own essentials, and things not to leave behind.

Sasuke was startled to say the least– what could possibly be going on that had them packing at one o'clock in the morning. Oh well, if Itachi thought it was necessary, then it must be a pressing matter. So he gathered up seven shirts, 3 pairs of pants, two pairs of shoes, put on his black studded collar, some bracelets, a black shirt, a pair of jeans, and his converse. He quickly put together his toiletries, brushed through his hair, and splashed water on his face. Then he grabbed the travel bag from the linen closet and stuffed all of his necessities inside– rushing down the stairs. Sasuke had little that he couldn't leave behind– he was wearing the bracelet Itachi had given him for his 15th birthday, and had stuffed the picture frame of his family in the bag, and he was wearing something, woohoo!

When he reached the foyer at the bottom of the stairs he was just in time to catch Itachi carrying a large box out the front door. The box looked to be full of their records, and personal info. Why was Itachi taking that with them? They weren't leaving for too long, right? They couldn't– Sasuke had school on Monday!

Sasuke was just standing in the foyer looking perplexed when Itachi hurried back in, obviously on some time crunch.

"Sasuke, but that on the floor in the passenger side. Hurry, I need you to help me carry some more boxes." Itachi urged, moving quickly back into the study to box more of the records up.

Making haste, Sasuke ran out to Itachi's car, dropping the bag onto the floor, and hurrying back inside to assist Itachi. Maybe this was more serious than he'd thought.

Reaching the study, Itachi almost immediately told him to start loading the boxes into the trunk of the car. They worked hurriedly and pulled out of the driveway twenty minutes later.

There was silence in the car as Itachi drove onto the highway at a much higher speed than what was posted on the sign they just passed. Itachi was flustered– Itachi was never this discombobulated. Something was seriously wrong.

"Itachi...where are we going?"

"Not now, Sasuke, I'll tell you later." Itachi said, keeping his eyes on the road.

"Okay." Sasuke said, If Itachi said later, then he would just have to wait.

Hey Minna!

This is a story idea from my friend little-mass-suiside ,author of Carnival Of Conflict. (It's really good!) Anyway, she thought of it, so now I'm writing it! What do you think? Good? Bad? REVIEW PEOPLE! Reviews inspire the writer, didn't you know that? Anyway, I get 50 reviews and I'll write another chapter, deal?

Jan ne,

Kael