A/N: I really didn't want to write this. But the idea just wouldn't go away. So now I have 4 fics to work on simultaneously. Poor me.
SUMMARY: Itachi and Sasuke are the last in a long line of Uchihas, a clan that posses the power of clairvoyance. Separated at Sasukes birth, the two brothers are reunited 17 years later. One uses his powers to kill, and the other, to heal.
WARNINGS: violence, character death (maybe) yaoi, severe physical, verbal and mental abuse. In this chapter: all of the above.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Naruto.
(July 23 1998)
"No please!" A beautiful black haired woman yelled, "don't hurt my children!" She was referring to both her 8 year old cowering behind her, and her unborn son. "Stop!" The woman pleaded.
The woman glared defiantly at the large group of men in front of her. They had already killed her husband, and she would be dammed if she let them take her kids too.
Her husband, had been killed protecting his wife not 5 minutes earlier, and was now lying near the wall, a star shaped burst of blood splattered around him.
The men advanced forward, and with no training, she did the only thing she could do. She pushed Itachi forward. "Run!" She yelled, and the boy took off at a run, fleeing the room.
The men glared hatefully at the woman. One of them brought up their gun, and shot her in the face, leaving the small eight year old fugitive alone in the world.
The two men quickly got to work on the woman's corpse, cutting out the small baby inside her womb before exiting the building, leaving no trace of their presence behind, other than the slowly rotting corpses.
(February 26 2015)
All I could feel is pain. Pain coming from my back, arms, broken leg, my entire body absolutely ached everywhere.
As I became more aware of myself, I realized that I was lying face down on the floor. My face lying in a pool of my own dried blood.
I pulled my head up, wincing as the skin on my face lifted up with a ripping sound. My face attached to the floor by the crusty and dried blood.
I winced, running the red area gingerly. It had happened again. Orochimaru's people had a habit of getting a little bit too violent. Whenever I did something wrong, or worse, failed a mission.
I held my achey head in my hands, ignoring the pain in my body. This was a regular thing, but what had happened this time?
Oh that's right... I had failed a mission. I was tasked with killing a foreign representative of a rival company, and unfortunately I had underestimated the representatives bodyguards. I came back empty handed, and got punished for it. Severely.
Damn it! I can't believe I failed again. I deserve this. I'm so pathetic that I can't even kill someone.
I stood up on shaky legs, careful of my broken leg, and limped into the bathroom.
The warm water of the shower felt good on my body, the dried dirt, blood, and sweat washing off of me causing the water to run red. I gazed solemnly at my feet through the whole showering process, Orochimaru's cruel words echoing repeatedly through my head. Someone please, save me.
(February 27, 2015)
"Get up, failure"
I winced, as a hand roughly tugged me up into siting position by way of my hair.
"You have a mission" the large figure left, slamming the door rudely on the way out. Out of all of Orochimaru's henchmen, he was possibly the one I hated the most. I had been living with Orochimaru for as long as I could remember, and everyday was hell. Orochimaru was the president of one very influential company. The snake bastard did everything he could to make sure his company stayed on top, and like all greedy men, he wasn't above murder. And like all greedy men, he forced others to do his dirty work.
I grew up with the notion that I'm a tool, something to be used and discarded. Once my powers are used up, they'll have no use for me. But that didn't matter. All that I had to do was stay quiet and do as I was told. I just wish I didn't have to kill in order to survive.
(February 26 2015)
"Itachi!" A large blonde man rushed into the large office, breathing hard.
"What?" The man named Itachi replied, not bothering to look up from the papers he was reading. The raven haired man was used to being frequently interrupted.
"I have news" the man rested his hands on his knees, catching his breath. At this point, Itachi looked up, and his breath caught. His childhood friend, Naruto, was covered in blood, bruises, and scrapes.
"Naruto" he murmured quietly, focusing his full attention on the man.
"Your brother may be alive" Naruto said, straightening up and looking at the raven seriously.
Itachi's mouth was agape, and his eyes wide. He had not seen his brother in 17 years. Not since that fateful day when his parents had been killed. Itachi had feared the worst, thinking that he was the last Uchiha left.
"He's... Alive?" Itachi asked quietly, still in shock.
Naruto nodded seriously. "We think so." Naruto then launched into a quick retelling, explaining to Itachi all about Kakashi's attempted assassination, and their fight with the attacker. "I didn't get a clear look, but I think he had the sight, his eyes were certainly red" the blond finished.
Itachi sat quietly, deep in thought. Then, he lifted his head and caught the eye of the patiently waiting blond. "Find him" he commanded.
(February 27 2015, 1:05AM)
I crept down the halls of the large mansion, as silent and deadly as a jungle cat. Almost immediately after I had been punished for my failure, I had been given a new mission. My body still ached and spasmed with pain, but my footsteps were silent on the cold marble floor.
I walked with an obvious limp, the bones in my legs having been broken from my previous mission. No one bothered to get me any form of medical care. The one time I asked... A shudder involuntarily ran through me, and I forced myself away from that dangerous train of thought, shifting it to something more pressing, my new mission.
My new mission was to kill Shimura Danzo. I wasn't even given time to recover before I was forced back on the job. Well it seemed easy enough, maybe Orrochimaru took pity on me this time.
I heard voices and I froze, watching in horror as one of the doors farther down the hall opened slowly.
I took off at a run, ignoring the white hot pain in my left leg, and barreled into one of the rooms off the hallway.
I turned to survey the room. It was a large room, furnished completely in shades of red, the wooden shelves dark and smooth. It was a library, and, it was uninhabited.
Well, for now. The large room was about to be inhabited by the group of people outside the door, shit! I sprinted unstably into the inner recesses of the library, crouching behind one of the bookshelves.
I miscalculated the distance between me and the floor and landed hard on my hurt leg, causing the broken unset bones to scrape together. I gritted my teeth, biting my lip to distract myself from the pain. Those bastards! I swore. Didn't even bother to set my fucking leg before tossing me out on a mission.
I felt a trickle of blood run down my chin, I had bit through my lip. I heard footsteps somewhere in the maze of bookshelves and I mentally swore. Maybe this mission wouldn't be as easy as I thought.
I head the footsteps stop somewhere near me. I knew there was a clearing somewhere near me, with chairs covered in pristine white leather. I had ran right through it previously. Today was just one bad event after another.
I was more of a stealth guy. Sneaking up behind my targets then shooting them, stabbing them, or even poisoning them is more my style. But if I had to do this from far away so be it.
I aligned my head with a gap in the books. This in itself was strange, the rest of the bookshelves, and all the other shelves in sight were uniform, the books arranged perfectly, almost obsessively.
Through the hole between the two books, I had a perfect view of the group, and Danzou, who was in the middle, standing between a tall blonde and an even taller brunet.
I was too far away to hear their conversation, but I could hear a few random sentence fragments.
I switched into Sharingan mode. The instinctive jolt that came with activating the Sharingan forced a small gasp out of me. With the crystal clear senses granted by the Sharingan, I could see one of the people, the blonde one, flinch almost imperceptibly. Their conversation came into focus. "Are you sure you're right." The brunette demanded, turning to glare hard at the blonde. "Yeah" the blonde replied, his voice slid my Desert Eagle pistol out of its sheath around my waist, screwing on the silencer with practiced ease.
Settling the muzzle on the bookshelf, to steady it, I adjusted myself into kneeling position. I closed one eye to align my sight, although with my Sharingan I didn't really need to, it was habit from before I developed the Sharingan.
I aimed quickly, and fired.
(February 27 2015 1:43AM)
Itachi was starting to doubt Naruto. Despite Naruto having never been wrong before, there had been no sign of his little brother. Itachi laid his head against the soft leather chair and signed heavily. Ever since his parents death 17 years ago, it had been his goal to find his brother. The problem was... He didn't even know if he was still alive. But if what Naruto said was true... Sasuke could be seriously messed up.
Maybe it was just the fatigue, but he had a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. Something monumental was about to happen.
He opened his mouth to reply to something Naruto had said when suddenly -BAM! And hell broke loose.
Naruto immediately tackled Danzou, pulling him out of harms way before jumping away himself. The bullet shot over the huddled bodies before implanting itself firmly in Sun Tzu's The Art of War. Oh, the irony. Itachi thought.
A dark shape darted into the opening, impossibly fast. He rode his gun and fired twice at the huddled men on the floor. Naruto rolled Danzou out of harms way, pulling his own gun from a sheath somewhere on his person and firing it back at the person.
The person managed to escape any bodily harm, but the gun was a different story. The bullet connected with it, forcing it out of his hands. It clattered noisily to the floor.
The stranger froze as Naruto leveled his gun at him, and for the first time, Itachi saw his face. He was, for lack of better words, beautiful. With perfectly symmetrical features, a long, thin nose, full pink lips, and piercing blood red eyes contrasting with pale skin and hair as black as night, he was simply gorgeous. But his beautiful face was marred with fresh, dark bruises. Underneath knee high combat boots, loose black fatigues, and a tight long sleeve black shirt, he was obviously malnourished.
"Freeze." Naruto demanded, his voice dropping several octaves. His eyes were steely cold, and his posture, usually relaxed, was upright and on guard.
"Don't move" Once again said in a chillingly cold voice. A shiver ran through the stranger, but he obeyed, and stayed still.
Naruto stalked towards the black haired man, exuding power and control, a far cry from his usually fun loving and hyper friend. Naruto walked forward until he was almost nose to nose with the stranger.
Then suddenly, the stranger dropped down, deftly reaching down and slipping a hand into his boot. He came up a fraction of a second later holding a long, thin, knife in his hand. This all took place in under a second. Faster than Itachi could blink, the knife bearing stranger straightened up, smoothly transitioning into a martial arts stance.
Naruto jumped back, just as the stranger made a slash towards him. The long knife slashed through Naruto's orange shirt and several layers of skin. He hissed in pain, staggering back. The man used his distraction to step forward, pressing himself into Naruto. He brought up his knife, and Itachi could only watch, paralyzed with fear as he went in for the kill.
A/N: Do you hate me yet? Because of you did I would understand, cliffhangers are a bitch.
Now that I've gotten that out of my system, I can work on my other fics. When I've updated my others at least one time, I'll come back to this.
See ya,
~SaikaMasomi