Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
Warnings: Incest, yaoi
Pairings: ItaSasu
Title: Burning Flames
Summary: He didn't know what he was dealing with. That is, a stalker who is a psycho. A stalker who is absolutely obsessed with him. Uchiha Sasuke's stalker would do anything to make him his. Anything.
"Did you hear," Kiba gossiped to Naruto and Sasuke at the booth, "Kakashi and Iruka are doing each other."
Naruto rolled his eyes. "'Che! That's really old, Kiba!" Naruto hollered across the table, earning several glares from the audience around him. Even as evening approached, quite a few people were dining in the same cafe.
"Quiet it down, dobe. Or they'll kick you out like last time," Sasuke murmured; lifting the coffee cup towards his lips, he took a sip of the pure dark liquid and swallowed silently.
Kiba grinned. "And somebody's got it on tape."
"I assume that that someone is you," Sasuke concluded cooly, setting his cup down on the porcelain saucer whilst staring at nothing in particular.
"You would assume correctly then, Uchiha," Kiba replied haughtily, seemingly proud of his accomplishment as he jabbed a thumb at his chest.
Sasuke sighed. His coffee was cooling off too rapidly and the chatter dulled down. It was boring. Resting his cheek on the palm of his hand, he turned his head slightly when the bells dangling from the door handle of the cafe jingled, signaling a new customer. He had caught a slight glimpse of a male figure before he was ushered into a little conversation Naruto and Kiba cooked up.
What surprised him was the hushed tones between the exchange of quotes. Ironic.
"Yeah," he heard Naruto respond. "These fuckin' recent murders are getting to me. It's creepy how they keep dying every time I turn on the news. Thinking about it makes me sick." As to make his point clear, the blonde made a gagging noise in the back of his throat.
"You're speaking too lightly Naruto," Kiba intervened. He then turned to the young Uchiha with wild eyes as he began. "You should've seen the last victim; it looked as if he died after he died. The media had provided information that he was mercilessly raped, skinned alive, and castrated. Yet, there was no trace of the murderer's semen found on or in the victim's corpse."
A shudder coarsed through Sasuke's body, but it went unnoticed as Kiba visibly repeated the same action. How could someone be so cruel and brutal? He wondered briefly if it was a good idea to meet his friends at such a late hour.
"The sad thing is," Kiba continued, "they're still lookin' for the name and since the only way possible is settling down for a blood sample, the identity remains a mystery. Poor guy." Both Kiba and Naruto shook their heads and sighed.
"I should get going," Sasuke murmured quite suddenly, slipping out of his seat and heading towards the door without much of a backwards glance.
As Sasuke sauntered down the street, he noticed that the lights that had been illuminated minutes ago were dull to the point of darkness. He shivered slightly, cursing at himself for not bringing a spare when the wind blew, in a slight force, against his pale features. Turning a corner at the end of the street, an indication of insecurity washed over him, as he noted how much darker it was compared to others.
But, despite his uncertainty, he forced his body to maneuver forward, seeing as this was the only route he was familiar with. His shoes made small plopping sounds when in contact with the cement floor and it only served as the only sound Sasuke could hear.
Usually, at night, the nocturnal species would engage in creating noises to fill in the silence. Silence, however, was a fatal thing. How could an ordinary night withholding a luminous moon be so darn quiet?
His steady pace gradually increased into a speed walk and not before long, Sasuke was sprinting down the street, hoping... wishing.. to get out of there as soon as possible.
Someone was there. Someone was following him. He felt a droplet of sweat trail down the side of his face as he dared cast a glance backwards. Empty and deserted.
He shivered as another breeze swept past his damp forehead, further fueling his energy allowing Sasuke to take bigger steps and increase his speed. Turning to watch the road ahead, a light and steady audiable 'clack' could be withdrawn from the dim corner in the background.
He head snapped back and Sasuke's black obsidian orbs narrowed as a shadow protruded from the very light at the other end.
"What the fuck do you want?!" he roared, and with another step Sasuke crashed onto the cold, unforgiving ground in a calculated position, spraining his right ankle. The teen released a small yelp. Apparently, he had tripped over an uneven surface.
Sasuke winced, lifting himself onto his bum as he swiped the back of his palm across his scraped cheek.
He glared forward as a man, judging by his looks around his late thrities, wobbled forward- nothing in his possession except a bottle of cheap-looking beer.
"Look what I've found. What's a pretty thing like you doin' out 'ere late at 'ight?" he slurred. Sasuke suddenly found a hand yank at his hair, quickly smacking that offending hand away and continued glaring at the stranger.
"Found? You're the one fuckin' stalking me!" Sasuke yelled, outraged as he threw a punch at the man's stomach. The man lurched backwards, Sasuke missing only by millimeters.
Sasuke watched as the other shot him a glare. "Stalk?" he growled. "This is my territory, brat! I'll teach you how to respect that!" The guy lunged forward, successfully crushing Sasuke since the alertness of the younger boy was slightly off.
Sasuke exhaled sharply, biting back a shrill as the man bit into his shoulder. "Get the fuck off me, you sick pedophile!" he hollered, using all his strength to press the man back just to bring his knee forward to knee the pervert in his nether regions. Sasuke released a disgusted hiss when he felt the man's erection jabbing at his thigh.
He shoved his uninjured foot into the man's side, already limping meters away when the other regained his composure.
When Sasuke rounded the corner, he thankfully let out a sigh of relief to know that it was illuminated. Just when he was about to run back to the safety of his home, that lay less than a mile away, a blood curling scream echoed from the previous gloomy street, the street he had just fled from.
Hidden behind one of the many houses just right off the corner, he willed his pants in to a steady pace before peaking out into the danger zone.
He'd wish he hadn't.
Momentarily, Sasuke's breathing ceased, heart hammering against his chest in loud beats as his eyes beheld a morbid sight.
A young man, perhaps slightly older than himself, was planted on top of the struggling elderly man. He gasped as the attacker drew out a sharp dagger from within the confines of his robe, but he did not stab the pedophile at once, to Sasuke's utter belief.
He watched quietly as the knife lingered up the elder man's arm...
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As Itachi marred his dagger into the blue vein located just under the flesh of the wrist, he dragged the knife upwards harshly, smirking as a terrified agonizing scream left the lips of his victim.
"How dare you," he snarled like a madman, moving a helping hand down to the man's elbow and giving a shove. Itachi was satisfied when he heard a loud pop as the bone popped out of its place like a chicken drumstick's thigh would when disconnected with its joint.
Shredding off the man's shirt, he shoved it into his mouth, muffling the screams that were to come from Itachi's beautiful mutilation.
"How dare you." The dagger drew small circles on the man's pudgy belly. "Touch what is mine!" The dagger, as if it had a mind of its own, plunged in the outer rim of the man's stomach and dug out the limp pieces of flesh. Controlling the man's uninjured arm with his, Itachi used it to dig out the shell of the flesh and allowed it to fall flacidly onto the ground.
The man writhed and thrashed as his arm struggled to pull away. Failed attempt apart from Itachi's behalf.
With a final glare and snarl, he slit the man's throat and slowly moved away. Itachi admired his new masterpiece, mentally adding it to his art gallery.
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Sasuke tried to enable his body to move away as quickly as possible, yet the command was not obeyed. He watched hopelessly as the figure drew closer to him in slow steps as if assuring his safety?
He dared chast a glance at the man, noticing the man's fiery gaze. He vaguely wondered if they were the same insane eyes he saws quite a while ago. The click-ity clack of the man's shoes were what caught the younger teen's attention, though. "It was you," he murmured as he stared terrified at this murderer's approach.
It wasn't the drunken man that stalked him. A man in that condition could not have such steady paced steps. It was this man who did.
Said man smiled softly at him. "Come with me, Sasuke," he commanded gently, lifting his palm up and expecting him to latch onto it.
"H-how do y-ou know my name?" Sasuke inquired wearily, just before his eyes drifted shut.
-
Itachi happily settled Sasuke gingerly onto his plush mattress when he returned to the base. The boy was so beautiful and serene when he was asleep. He had been waiting for this moment for so long. He sat down on the side of his bed and stroked the raven's soft, silky hair as the sight of that exposed pale skin under Sasuke's shorts rode up his inner thighs made Itachi's mouth water.
He did not know how he was going to resist the boy's tempting beauty. He now had company he'd always wanted. Itachi couldn't wait to share his love with Sasuke.
A/N: I don't know. After writing this, I feel like this is another version of Perverse and the Perverted: Molestion. Well, at least Itachi's attitude. Anyways, drop a review.