First of all, I´m really sorry for this long hiatus. Except dealing with a huge writing block, nothing happened. It´s more than a year I let you wait and I´m terribly sorry for that. As I was reading through the original work, I spotted many typos and sentences that didn't even made sense. Let´s say my writing was childish back then and I was fighting with desire to delete this…whatever it is. But I decided to rewrite it and write a sequel and properly finish it. A year changed me a lot. The thing I´m trying to say here is that I´m not into ItaSasu that much as I was back then, so I can´t guarantee you anything concerning the plot. Also, the fic has slightly changed. But nothing important, it´s just small details. Anyway, I hope you will like it more than the first one ^^
"Hey! Wake up!" a dark manly voice shouted.
"Madara sama…just five more minutes…" there was a sleepy whisper coming from a king sized bed across the shouting man. A young boy, probably not elder than seventeen years, was lying there, shifting to another side as f it would make the hoarse voice go away.
"I said get up! We´re going out. Get ready!" the man shouted again, sounding anything but friendly.
"I'm sorry danna, I´m getting up." the raven boy whispered again as he got out from the bed, leaving its luxurious silky sheets messy. He walked completely naked to the huge wardrobe in front of the bed, while a pair of hungry eyes was watching him intensely. It felt really uncomfortable, but it´s not like he could do anything about it. There is no way he would be still here if he could. If there would be some label put on them, it could be described as a master-slave relationship. Madara was practically the owner of his body and freedom and there were strict rules to follow for Sasuke, for which abiding he was given food, clothes, and the most important, home. The raven often asked himself, how he ended up in something like this, but there was no answer to his questions. The only thing he knew for sure was that there was no one missing him. If Madara would kill him, there would be no one looking for him. If he would somehow manage to get out, there would be no place to go for him. He was alone. Alone like a stray dog…
"Where are we going?" the boy asked silently, his voice overflowing with politeness, sounding somehow broken.
"Casino. I'll take you to casino, Sasuke." Madara said taking few steps towards him in attempt to hug him from behind, "And then…" he whispered into his ear, teasingly biting it, "We can h-"
"Boss! Your client is here!" a harsh voice interrupted him from whatever he was going to say, as a man with a strange bluish skin tone rushed into the room to deliver his message. When he noticed what his actions caused, he bowed and mumbled a nervous apology.
"Kisame! How many times do I have to tell you to knock first?" Madara growled, obviously pissed. It seemed that Sasuke was the only one happy for interfering, as he released a relieved sigh and pulled away. Kisame probably saved him from another rape this week.
"I'm really sorry, sir, this won´t happen again. So, shall I invite the guest?"
"No. Tell him that I'm busy. Actually, I really am. I have some plans for today." there was again that sadistic smirk on the elder´s face, which made the hair on Sasuke´s nape stand.
"Get dressed you little slut." he hissed and then turned to leave the room, discussing some matters with Kisame. There was a strange twist in his mood, and it has been very frequent lately. Madara could turn from just bad to disasterous in a matter of only few seconds, leaving broken things or dead bodies behind him. The memory of the last time he killed the entire staff of maids just because one of them spilled tea on him made the raven shiver in fear and disgust.
He slowly made his way to the wardrobe with no one interrupting him now. As he opened its door, a sight of black and the rich smell of leather welcomed him. A wave of nausea overcame him as the smell his nostrils. If there was anything he hated, it was leather. Every single piece of his jackets and pants was made from genuine leather, exclusively made for his size and Madara´s taste. Strapped, studded, with glitter or holes…there were so many of them, neatly folded or hanging on their places in a perfect order.
The boy sighed again, reaching for a first non leather thing his eye saw, which was a simple black tank top. He put it on, mentally cursing right after, because it´s neckline was loose, bringing his collarbones to everyone´s sight. He then just grabbed one of the many pants and a random jacket, wondering if they were new because he never saw them before. Not that he was choosing what he put on, they all seem the same to him so he always just takes the first thing that comes to his hand…
The next thing to do was to grab something to eat, but he doubted he could make it without throwing up, so he decided to skip the meal. Lately, he was skipping them frequently, but no one noticed so far. If for the fact that his hipbones and collarbones were more visible and his already pale body paler than before, Madara was only happy.
He expected to find his master in the hall, but it was empty. Not that he minded, really. He was not in the mood for his perverted comments and bad jokes. He just decided to slide out from the mansion and wait in the car.
There was an instant shock ripping through his features, as he opened the door and in place of a warm sunny day, a cold autumn night welcomed him.
"How long have I been sleeping?" he wondered in his thoughts, while he slowly walked to the garage. He typed the code in and the doors opened, revealing the sight of the seven most expensive cars. If an average person would see only one of them, they would take a photo, be excited or jealous, or any kind of different reaction could be seen. Seeing all seven at once could even lead to heart attack when speaking about car fans…but Sasuke´s face remained indifferent, as he walked to the first red one, Madara´s beloved baby. It was a royal red Bugatti Veyron, only few of them were made. It wasn´t even sold to whoever came with money. You had to have status if wanting to own a car like this…
He wondered how much money did actually Madara own, as seated himself on the passenger seat and waited. There was again this strong leather smell, and the raven tried to think of something else, because he was really close to puking right now. It was already ten years he was living here, but he never got used to the smell. Those years were the longest and worst. Every day he cursed whoever his parents were, for leaving him, although his heart whispered that it wasn't their fault. He wanted to believe, that they didn´t just throw him out and delete him of their lives, that they didn't just abandon him. He wanted to believe, that somewhere out there, he has a family, loving parents and younger sister or brother, craving to see him as much as he craved to see them. He wanted to believe that this whole world he´s living in is just a bad dream he will be wakened from by his mother with a mug of hot chocolate. He wanted…freedom. Yeah, freedom is the right word…
"You're wallowing in self-pity again?" a rough voice snatched him from sentimental thoughts, as his master threw himself in the seat next to him, "Thinking about your destiny, huh?"
"What else can I do?" Sasuke snapped, immediately wanting to slap himself for his behavior and hoping Madara won´t be angry and slap him first.
"You know very well, that no one holds you here. You can leave if you want." the later leaned in and purred in his ear, knowing very well that Sasuke is trapped. That he won´t fly away, because he just can´t run or hide, wherever he goes. It was just impossible for him to get away.
There were small raindrops forming into brooklets on the window, as the car made its way through the city, silently purring. He didn't even notice, when it began to rain, or that they were in the center part of Tokyo. The time seemed to pass really quickly, when he was thinking about the family, he will probably never have. Madara was his only family, he thought sadly, as they were passing by flashy billboards and lights from the city.
The car suddenly stopped, and Sasuke wondered, how many times he lost count of the time today.
"We're here, get out." Madara tore him out of his thoughts, startling him once again, as he was daydreaming too much lately.
His voice sounded pissed, and Sasuke knew this had something to do with the issue he was consulting with Kisame back at home, but right now, not Kisame but he himself was forced to stay by his side for the whole night, so if something goes wrong, Sasuke is on the first line to get punched.
"I hope you won't act like a sissy princess inside there." Madara growled and one of his strong arms found its way to his waist, roughly grasping it. The raven just swallowed dry and let himself to be dragged inside, hoping that the dark red prints his fingers were leaving behind will be the only injury he will get tonight.
As they finally made it inside, the wall of Sasuke´s inner certainty was quickly destroyed, when everyone´s gaze turned to them. As much as he tried to adjust to this new place, the reek of expensive cigars and the heavy scent of perfume and alcohol didn't help him at all. He felt once again uncomfortable and naked, uneasy and stressed. He hated society. Not that there were crowds of people, but no one missed the chance to see Madara's pet, as he was one of the most feared man in underground. Everyone looked at him with undisguised interest, and the room was filled with quiet whispers. While Madara walked with his usual poker face on, Sasuke was almost shivering with discomfort. He quietly followed his master into the corner of the big room, which he had chosen strategically. Behind his back was wall and he could see everyone in the room, while they were covered in shadow and no one could see them perfectly. The grip on Sasuke's waist was released only after they reached their seats, and just in that moment, a blond man with bangs over half of his face appeared next to them. Sasuke saw him at home once or twice, but he never heard his name. The names were never really important in Madara´s life. Or it could be that not knowing a name was more important. That would explain the lack of surnames in the house they live in. Or the lack of his or Madara´s surname…
"Nice to see you again, Madara-sama. We´re really glad that you took or invitation." he bowed politely, and then continued: "The others aren't here yet, but there is someone who would like to meet you. Mister Uchiha was certainly sure you remember him and would like to play one round baccarat with him." the blond then turned to Sasuke, "And he has also sent this drink for you, sir." he added with smile and placed the glass in front of surprised raven.
Sasuke flickered his eyes towards Madara, who snapped at the sound of the guy´s name. He seemed a bit taken aback and thinking what to do. A strange feel of curiosity awakened within him, as he never saw this face of his master. His eyes followed the way that the blond showed them, when he spoke about the man. It was the exact opposite corner with a small table for two persons occupied by a young man with sharp features and long hair. His eyes locked immediately with pair of black onyx orbs, which were so similar to Madara's, but yet so different. His gaze was inevitably strong, making Sasuke shiver. His heart began to beat faster, almost like it would want to jump out of his chest, and a very strange feeling began to flow through his body, and it just intensified when the man smiled at him mysteriously. He quickly tore his eyes away, noticing for the first time that his breathing was a bit irregular and he began to sweat. He didn't know how to act, the man was doing something to him. He just hoped that the shadow spreading over them did really cover them and that the whole eye contact was just a pure coincident. Or something…
"Very well then, tell him I´ll take the offer. It would be a pleasure for me, if he'll join us." Madara said all of a sudden and Sasuke couldn't help the unpleasant tightening in his stomach. He couldn't decide whether he was scared shitless or just curious, but he knew that nothing good will come out from this.
Why do I have the feeling, that this STILL completly sucks? Oh, and is there anyone who would help me with beta reading? I´m in a desperate need for someone possessing the sense for grammar which I´m completely lacking, because I´m not a native. So if anyone is interested, please PM me…