I entered our room silently, sitting on the bed. I knew he wouldn't be back for an hour or so. He told me he needed to speak with someone... An Akatsuki. He also had to be sure no one saw or followed him here. I was sitting in our secret home, living a secret life. He always feared for us...
Our little cave-like home, made from what the Akatsuki hideout was: Stone. It was a long hallway, leading to a wooden door, which revealed our room. He found it for me... and soon, us.
As I lay on the bed, thinking of what would become of this place, I heard a small cry. I hushed the sound, slowly hearing it die down. I sang a small tune, trying to keep the sound from being made again.
I stopped suddenly, hearing the door creak slightly. I looked, but there was nothing. I turned my eyes back to the ceiling, singing again. I blinked once, and let out a small scream. He was before my eyes, hands on either side of mine, straddling my waist.
"Shhh," he hushed me. He kissed my lips quietly, our tongues soon intertwining. I moaned softly as he moved to my jawline, and soon to my neck. He sucked there, and I quickly grunted. We both knew how dangerous hickeys were. If you were seen with one, and without a man, you'd either be thought a slut, or you'd be drilled on how you got it. I couldn't draw attention to myself. But I also didn't need to.
He started fiddling with my shirt, trying to get it off. He looked into my eyes, and the softness in mine disappeared. The piercing red made me frown slightly. They only appeared around me when he began to lose his self-control. He was never angry at me... I was very careful with what I did and said.
He noticed my discontent and regained his composure, eyes going black. Oh, how I loved his dark, onyx eyes. They were deep and mysterious... He was perfect. All except for those eyes... the Sharingan. The very name cuts my lips whenever I speak it. All perfect... except those tainted eyes. They were the reason I was now just a blur. The reason he fights and kills. The reason... we met.
He got the shirt over my head, and was now pulling my knee-length skirt down to my ankles. Every minute or so, I'd glance to the other side of the room.
Once my skirt and shirt were lying on the side of the bed, he took off his own clothing with one hand. while the other was unhooking my bra.
Now, both fully exposed, he rubbed my breast with his left hand, and his other caressing my cheek as he kissed me passionately. Today, I'd let him do as he pleased, even if what he pleased was the usual.
Once he had his fill of that, he grabbed the covers to cover us fully and hovered over me. He didn't need to ask, he didn't have to ask... so he just did. He pushed himself within me quickly, and I gasped for breath. He gave me but a moment to recover from the shock before moving quickly inside me. The more I moaned, the heavier he breathed.
He thrusted in and out so roughly, but gently. He grabbed my breast again to massage it. I arched in pleasure, feeling my climax. He gritted his teeth so harshly that I heard a small crack. "I... K..." He was so lost in the pleasure and lust he could no longer form proper words.
Hearing his voice, I lost it. "I... It--!" I came furiously, my walls crushing around him tightly. He let out a strangled yelp before coming into my womb. I lay there for a few moments, waiting for him to be finished. Finally, he pulled out and lay down beside me, hugging me close.
"A--" He cut himself off, coughing terribly. He sat up quickly, hanging his feet over the side of the bed. He covered his mouth, caught up in a coughing attack. I hugged him, putting my hands over his shoulders. Once he stopped, he pulled his hand away, a pool of red in his palm. I gasped slightly, though not too surprised.
He looked at me finally, the red colour dripping from his lips. "Itachi..." I whispered, "I... You didn't tell me it had gotten this bad." I felt tears streak my cheeks.
"Gomen. I did not want to worry you." He looked sad, avoiding my gaze.
"There's something you're not telling me, Itachi."
He sighed, "The medication stopped working."
"What do you mean?! How... What do we do now?"
"My time is quickly running out, and we both know that. Tomorrow, I must leave."
"No... You don't need to die! I won't let you do this to yourself!" I began to sob, and I knew he wasn't going to comfort me. There was nothing to comfort. No positives.
We talked for a while. Itachi wanted to die with dignity, and fulfill the one wish he had. He wanted to make his little brother happy. Or, at least satisfy his goal. It was true, he was being destroyed by disease and blindness. He'd planned out his death long before Sasuke. As soon as he took on his life-changing mission, he organized the last years of his life... until I came along.
We suddenly heard tiny, light footsteps. I leaned back against the headboard, my eyes turning motherly and kind. Itachi turned to face the origin of the sound, and smiled slightly at the sight.
"'Tousan? 'Kaasan?" The little boy rubbed his eyes, walking from a much smaller bed at the other end of the room. "What's the matter?" He yawned, and I motioned for him to come. He hesitantly sat at the foot of the bed. "'K...'Kaasan...?"
"Yes, my dear?" I responded kindly.
"Is 'Tousan okay?" Itachi turned to look at him, a little shocked at his question. Did he hear anything?
"He's... okay, Shinsuke. He's just tired. Why are you up so late, s--"
"I know 'Tousan is sick!" He became teary-eyed and avoided my eyes.
"Where did you hear that, Shinsuke?"
"H-he's always coughing, and you're always worried! He has these coloured pills that he eats a lot... but now he stopped. Why isn't he eating the coloured pills?!"
"Because they do not work, segare*. Please, do not worry about your father. Worry about your sleep. We have a long day tomorrow..."
He stopped crying. Oh, how I hated to see my son cry... He is such a special boy, with so much potential. Maybe even as much as his father. Shinsuke is four years old, and he already knows what we do not. He's trying to grow out his hair like Itachi, but I keep telling him to be an individual. But that is a lie. I do not want him to look like a criminal that has ruined so many lives...
A small whimper echoed throughout the room. "Ai-chan...?" Shinsuke whispered.
A little girl with dark brown, almost black hair sat up in the crib next to the little boy's bed. She spoke softly, "Aniki?"
I grabbed the kimono on the bedside table and slipped it on before walking to the crib and picking up the child, "Aishira, what on Earth are you doing up so late?" She giggled quietly as I teased her.
Uchiha Aishira, or her fake name, Aizawa Aishira. To the rest of the world, neither of them existed. I gave birth to them in the hallway of our home, which, back then, was just a cave. She is only two years old, but she already knows our names and understands many simple sentences. Shinsuke is always looking out for her, making sure she's safe. Wherever he is, she follows; and wherever she is, he holds her hand.
"Your mother is right, you need to sleep. We will wake you at 8:00."
"What time is it?" I asked, setting the toddler back into her crib, tucking her in.
"11:37," he responded.
I motioned Shinsuke to his bed, where he got under the covers and shut his eyes without another word.
I, too, got back into bed, snuggling up to my Itachi. He covered us and whispered, "Did you use protection?"
I glanced at him and smiled shyly, "No."
He seemed satisfied with the response, not needing to ask why, and put his arms around me, one hand placed gently on my stomach. He kissed my ear softly, and I shut my eyes, waiting for sleep to take over.
(* Segare means "my son" in Japanese.)
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