Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto…. Sasuke does… (smirk)
NOTE: OTAY!! Another story! Phew! wipes forehead. I am terribly sorry for those of you who may be on the lookout for Abusing Angels….. bow I am working on it though!! Don't worry!! It will be here soon!! And plus, I need to get this one out of my head!!
This is based on the Dark-Hunter Novels by Sherrilyn Kenyon. She is an AWESOME romance novelist!! I don't own the idea of Dark-Hunters (cry, tear, pain) nor do I own the idea of Were-Hunters, Daimons, Greek Gods, Appolites, or anything else associated with Mrs. Kenyon's books. I do however, own the idea of this story and I am in NO WAY gaining any money or something like that from using the Naruto characters in my Dark-Hunter fantasies!! (Trust me, if you read any Dark-Hunter novels, which I do highly recommend, you'll see that Sasuke makes the ideal Dark-Hunter) I am in NO WAY stealing the beloved Dark-Hunter characters from the lucky owner; I am merely writing a FanFiction that I've thought would be a very interesting x-over. ENJOY!! And Please Review!!
Prologue
Death... It was everywhere. It hung heavy in the air like a leaden shroud, weighing down the body with a crushing amount of pain. Sasuke Uchiha felt as if his entire world had been taken away, like it had been completely ripped from him…
It had.
The smell of blood was dominating, it clouded Sasuke's senses. He smelt the pain and terror that filled his home. He hadn't come soon enough. He was too late to save anyone in his pack; they were all dead. Not one life was spared, no mother or child… they were all slain. As he looked around he saw all his family, their blood soaking the earth.
His mother, the woman who had raised him since birth, lay dead at his feet. Her eyes were filled with horror and betrayal, her mouth twisted in a silent scream. His father, the proud man who had expected nothing less than perfection from him, lay with his throat slashed as if he were a rag doll that had been simply tossed aside. Sasuke's heart was tearing more and more for every member of his pack he saw dead, every face that would never smile or talk to him again. He looked around for the one person he shared everything with, the one person whose death would cut him deeper than any other… his mate. He hoped in vain for her face not to appear among the faces of the others that had been taken away… but she too lay dead in front of him. Kyuubi was her name, her flaming red hair creating an orange halo around her lovely features. Luckily, her vibrant red eyes were closed, her face relaxed as if accepting her unjust fate. Sasuke silently thanked this small mercy because he would not have been able to stand seeing her normally confident and exotic face marred by an eternal look of fear or pain. And, as he knelt beside his love to gently touch her face, he felt the unmistakable aura of his older brother directly behind him.
Sasuke was too crushed to say anything to his brother; he was even too crushed to acknowledge his presence. He could only stare longingly as Kyuubi's now cold face. His mind would not, or could not fully comprehend that the vibrant woman before him was really dead and would never tease him or laugh with him again.
His heart hurt so much that the pain was unbearable, it crowded his mind. He was so broken by his sorrow in fact, that he didn't even flinch as he felt the cool steel of his brother's kunai against his throat.
And, he could still not talk to his older brother. His head screamed to say something to the man; it yearned for him to get answers. Why would Itachi do this? Why would his beloved older brother, who he worshipped as a child, kill their entire clan? However much his head screamed though, his voice would not come; he could not put his brother's terrible actions into words.
"My dear little brother, did you have another nightmare?" Itachi questioned, talking to Sasuke as if they were kids again and Sasuke had run to him in the middle of the night after having a bad dream. He grabbed Sasuke's hair and pulled it, forcing the younger man's gaze to meet his. Itachi's eyes showed traces of what could only be pleasure in their black depths while Sasuke's showed whatever pain his tears could not.
For the first time in his entire life, Sasuke absolutely hated his brother. No, it was more than that; it was a loathing, a loathing that went to his core. How could he have done this? What could have possibly caused his brother to act the way he had? He didn't want answers, he needed them… and he would get them.
"Why Itachi!?" he screamed, his voice finally coming free, "Why would you do this!?" He didn't care that the man he had called brother held a knife against his throat, he cared about why he was hurting so much and the man that was causing the pain.
To Sasuke's horror, Itachi laughed; it was a cold sound that could have made the devil himself feel chills. He had been expecting something regretful, even the tiniest bit of remorse but he saw none on the face of his last living relative. "Foolish brother," Itachi answered with a voice laced with ice and venom, "our pack, or 'family' as you say," he said with a sneer, "was holding me back, so I decided to rid myself of the hindrance."
"How was our family holding you back?" Sasuke asked, ice dripping from his own voice. "How could killing them have helped you at all?"
"Our family," Itachi replied with another sneer, "was keeping me from power." He smiled at the growing hatred in his little brother's eyes. "You see," he explained, "since I have killed them, I have unlocked our family's unique ability of the Mangekyou Sharingan."
Sasuke's eyes widened at that, his already angry heart becoming angrier. "You killed our pack because of a myth!?" He knew what the legendary power was, but he had been told it was simply a rumor; it didn't exist.
"You are wrong little Sasuke," the man replied. "The Mangekyou is very much real. I will show you." His eyes flashed from the deep black to a blood red. The iris sharpened and changed into what looked like a type of three-bladed shuriken. He forced Sasuke's eyes to remain open as their gazes locked.
Sasuke had never experienced something so awful. What his brother did was excruciating. It can't be described in words how painful it was. Sasuke felt like he was being tortured; his brother kept stabbing his body with a scorching hot blade, over and over again.
"I will make you suffer forever little brother," Itachi said, at what seemed to be centuries later. He smirked coldly at the younger Uchiha. "How do you like the power of the Mangekyou Sasuke? You only experienced a few seconds."
He had only been under that excruciating spell for a few seconds? It had certainly felt like hours to him.
"Maybe one day, if you're still alive, you can unleash this great power too," the older Uchiha said. He pushed his kunai slightly into Sasuke's throat, warm blood trickling down his pale neck. "I will tell how to unleash it, it is the only way you will ever beat me," the man continued. "If you live after I slit your weak throat, you must hate me. Hate me with all of your being, all of your heart. Never let anything get in the way of your hatred, you must want your revenge more than anything else. Once you do that," Itachi paused, "then you must kill the one person who means the most to you." Sasuke's eyes widened. "Killing them will unleash this great power, and only then will you stand even the smallest chance against me." He pulled the knife across Sasuke's throat, smirking at the cry of pain he got. "If you survive, I look forward to seeing you again." With that, Itachi disappeared into the night, leaving Sasuke alone with his dead family and a roughly slit throat.
As he lay there dying, Sasuke had never felt so wronged in his entire life. He could feel the blood spilling from his body and he knew he was dying, but he was filled with the most indescribable need for vengeance. His brother, no… Itachi had killed everyone he cared for. He had killed their beautiful mother, who raised them, their father, who taught them everything… and he had killed the one person Sasuke could not live without, his precious Kyuubi.
Sasuke turned his eyes to Kyuubi with all the strength he had left. Her flaming hair was still like a halo around her body, her eyes still closed. Her beautiful skin was a little darker than his and even death could not have stopped her from looking like the exotic beauty she was. Sasuke's eyes spilt tears as he let his gaze land on the bulge of his love's stomach. She had made him so happy the day she told him he was going to be a father… that was always his dream… and
Itachi had taken that from him…
Sasuke's soul screamed out in pain and anger. It wasn't the pain of a bloody wound, or even the pain of losing a loved one, it was the pain of absolute betrayal. It was the pain of a child's heart being torn into pieces, of a heart being completely and utterly destroyed. It was the anger of having everything you had taken from you. It was the knowledge you had nothing left and would give anything to get it back. It echoed around the halls of gods everywhere, surely containing enough pain and rage to drive the even mellowest mortal man insane.
One particular goddess decided to answer.
Before Sasuke's dying eyes, the most beautiful woman appeared. She had golden skin, red hair, and for a moment he was reminded of his precious Kyuubi… but this woman had emerald green eyes. She glowed with an ethereal light; she was Artemis, Goddess of the Hunt.
Her voice was magical as she spoke. "I heard your soul call out," she said, "You want vengeance? I can give it to you."
Sasuke was baffled at the woman's sudden appearance, but he didn't care. He had been wronged and he would get his revenge. Death would not stop him, nothing would. He would kill his brother; he would make his brother suffer, make him hurt… and he would enjoy every long and excruciating second of it.