A/N: Zomg x.x So here's another attempt at a chapter-fic. If I end up taking forever between updates (and short chapters), let me apologize in advance. This still confuses me a bit with how I'm going to carry this out, but I think I'll take Lori's suggestion and do time skips when necessary. So... Let's see how far this goes! --
It's Too Late For Us
Blood spattered everywhere, gushing out from the gaping wound. The chirping of birds died down until it was no longer audible. Crimson eyes widened as more of the warm, slick liquid splattered onto the injury's inflicter. The wounded body slipped away from the bloodied hand and fell onto the ground with a soft thud. Blood continued to spill from the wound, gathering into a small pool staining the dew-covered grass.
Sasuke sunk down to his knees, staring at his hands as if he had just seen a ghost. He was horrified by the amount of dark crimson staining his pale hands. Slowly, he glanced up at the body hidden by the all-too-familiar black and red cloak.
A wild cheer could be heard in the background, though to Sasuke it seemed a thousand miles away. He ignored the cries from his teammates, urging him to come back so his injuries could be treated. Instead, the Uchiha crawled to the body to see his victim. When dull, crimson eyes matching his own cracked open, Sasuke snapped back into reality.
"Aniki! Nii-san, hang on! Don't die!" He was freaking out. The only thing that was on his mind in that moment was to get the wound to stop bleeding...
Thinking quickly, he turned back toward his teammates, his frightened expression giving his intentions away, "Sakura! Hurry, you have to...!"
A soft, choked chuckle emerged from the dying Uchiha, drawing his brother's attention.
"Foolish little brother... you... kill me... now you wish... to save me..." He coughed, fresh, thick trickles of blood rolling down the sides of his face. He glanced up at the fading image of Sasuke and gave one last, weak smirk before his head lolled to the side limply, dead.
"No... aniki... you can't..." Sasuke's voice wavered, vision blurring due to the tears welling up in his eyes. He felt something from within leave him, isolating him. That isolation was a strong, empty void making itself known, where it had been filled previously the past ten years by Itachi.
Itachi was dead. He was the one that killed him, and the blood on his hands proved it. He killed his brother, and now he felt so utterly alone.
Something inside Naruto stirred. Something deep inside, bringing fourth all of the instances where Sasuke went behind his back in order to see the now-deceased Uchiha Itachi. Ever since they first got together as genin, Sasuke turned around to see his bastard of a brother. Never had Naruto ever been given the same affection he saw Sasuke give to Itachi. Not once.
His subconscious brought forth all of the buried images, all of the proof that he meant nothing to Sasuke.
The first time they spent his birthday together, Sasuke still yearned for Itachi's touch – and he got it. Naruto had been forced to both listen and watch them to have sex, helplessly chained to a wall.
Their first festival together, he had been attacked by Akatsuki. A clone of Sasuke had been made to replace him – and was quickly disposed of – while he had gone off with Itachi.
The night before their first Christmas, the bastard of a boyfriend disappeared to enjoy another festival with Itachi. He had fallen asleep, and when Naruto had finally gone to look for him, he was being carried on Itachi's back. Sasuke had exhausted himself our of pure enjoyment of spending the day with his beloved brother.
The first Valentine's Day together, Sasuke wasn't even there. He had disappeared without a word before sunrise and didn't even bother to return until after midnight, leaving his displays of affection wasted.
The mark of Sasuke's chest that he found, declaring his heart as Itachi's.
With a deafening roar, Naruto charged for the lone Uchiha, crimson eyes narrowed into slits. Uchiha Sasuke was going to pay for his heart break.