Finally! I can write a second chapter for this, ugh, I've been so busy but whatever! This is going to be nothing but pure awesome sauce. I hope you enjoy! Regular PV
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"Oh what a tangled web we weave when we first practice to deceive."
~Sir Walter Scott
Silence. It made up a bulk of the conversation going on between Itachi and Sasuke at that point. Though, it wasn't as if neither party wanted to talk to the other, it was just that they didn't exactly know what to say. Itachi had plenty of questions buzzing around in his mind but he didn't really feel that Sasuke would be the most comfortable answering them; he had just been purchased by Madara, Itachi's uncle, after all; it did not say the best things about his character. But he wanted Sasuke to feel comfortable with him, like he could trust him and not feel that all of his goals revolved around getting into the younger boy's pants, though the idea had crossed his mind more than a few times. Sasuke was a breathtaking piece of work.
"Sasuke…" Itachi's mind seemed to sputter to a stop when he really thought about that name. A name that was pure beauty in itself, something that had a level of meaning the boy he had named would probably never figure out. Perhaps in due time Itachi would tell the boy what the name meant to him. Though, the more he thought about it in his head, the more he thought about Sasuke freaking out about it...
Sasuke shifted around as he took nervous glances over at Itachi. It had been a tense silence between the three of them when they were with that other man, Madara he believed the name was. But now it was just a silence composed of nervousness. He could tell that Itachi wanted to speak with him, probably ask a variety of questions about him; it was to be expected, he didn't have the most standard upbringing. Anyone who was raised to be trafficked would probably say the same thing. Though he could not say Danzo had not been kind some of the time; he knew for a fact that Danzo's 'training' could have been much worse for him; he was surprisingly lenient yet extremely effective.
But that still didn't mean Sasuke didn't hate that Hell hole with every fiber of his being. He didn't know who he was, who his family was, what opportunities he could have had; all of that had been taken away from him because he had been sold into this life. He would never know. Though, something about Itachi told him that he would have another story, told him that he may have a new existence. He had been ready to condemn Itachi the first moment he saw him but after the gentle manor in which he touched Sasuke he couldn't help but feel that Itachi wasn't like the other men who worked their way through 'pets' like they smoked through their expensive cigarettes.
However, Sasuke wasn't ready to completely abandon the idea. Danzo had said to keep on their toes around new owners or strangers because first impressions didn't mean shit in the long run. A person could be completely different within the first three days of a 'pet' staying with them, turn into a monster or some kind of other terror. Sasuke had already seen his share of beaten and bloody 'pets' returned to Danzo because of their 'lack of respect'. It was one of Sasuke's worse fears, to be tricked by an owner like that and then severely beaten and returned. He shivered inwardly.
Itachi glanced towards Sasuke catching a small sense of unease. He could tell it wasn't because of him, but from something else, either a memory or a fear that the boy had. As to what, Itachi was at a loss. He wished very much to get inside that lovely boy's mind and know everything about him; especially his fears so Itachi could do his best to stray away from them and keep Sasuke as comfortable as possible. The boy deserved that at the very least.
Itachi sighed a little rolling down his window as he drove up to a control panel. Sasuke was a bit amazed at the gated mansion the man was pulling up to. He punched in a number code and the gates spread apart allowing Itachi to pull forward. He parked in the garage that was already opened as they pulled up to it and they both got out of Itachi's car. Sasuke looked around following Itachi into the actual house as the garage door closed behind them.
Sasuke almost couldn't contain his awe as he entered into the kitchen through the door they had come through. Whatever Itachi did, it was allowing him to live quite comfortably. He looked the kitchen seeing that Itachi had expensive tastes, black marble granite counters, all the newest kitchen appliances and things that were colored chrome or black Sasuke didn't even know about. If the kitchen was like this, he wondered what the rest of house was going to be like.
"I guess I should give you a brief tour of the house tonight, though I have a feeling with all the free time you'll have tomorrow you can explore more fully and do whatever you like." Itachi said as he led Sasuke through the kitchen into another room. Sasuke looked up at the doorway noticing that the arches were carved with the symbol that was now tattooed on his body. He had a feeling he should know who Itachi was, but nothing was really coming to mind.
"Free time?" Sasuke questioned as he followed Itachi into a living area. A black leather couch and matching loveseat lined the walls and in the middle of the room was a large, brick fireplace with a wrought iron screen in front of it. The feel of it was cozy and warm but at the same time there was a coldness about the room because of the color scheme, mostly black with other splashes of dark colors like blue and purple, which were the colors of the accent pillows on the couch. It reminded Sasuke somewhat of the man leading him. The floors were hard, dark wood, as if it had been stained more than the required amount but it seemed to add to the charm of the room.
"Yes, I work tomorrow from seven in the morning until about six in the evening. I hope that my absence will not be an inconvenience to you…"
Sasuke had been expecting Itachi to be a busy man but he didn't think he would be gone almost twelve hours. He remembered his training and shook the surprise from himself. Just because Itachi was actually taking his feelings into consideration at the moment didn't mean he wanted to baby-sit him and hold his hand as he adjusted to life here. "No, it's fine. You have to work, it's not my place to come between you and your job. I will be quite respectful of whatever boundaries you set up in relation to what it is you wish to accomplish for that week or month or year. For lack of a better term, I am your pet, Itachi. I am your loyal dog and servant, anything you wish of me I will do. Any boundary or rule I will uphold."
"But what do you want to do?" Itachi asked smoothly as he motioned for Sasuke to follow him. He didn't particularly like being in this position of absolute power. He was used to people rolling over for him but not in a manner such as this; it was completely master and servant. Itachi was only a man and having this much control over another being who was no better or worse than himself bothered him on a moral and ethical level. Itachi decided that with time he would be able to break whatever brainwashing Danzo had done.
"I want whatever you want." Sasuke said as a reply, smirking a bit as he came to stand beside the Uchiha. Itachi was also smirking and ruffled the boy's hair before continuing with his journey.
"Wonderful news." Itachi stated as he led Sasuke to a door; the younger raven could hear the mocking in his tone but didn't comment. When he opened the door up a staircase stood in the wood's place; it descended towards yet another door that had a hard concrete floor in front of it, but the hallway in which the stairs were housed looked menacing; the walls were close together and painted black. There was only one light on each wall and they were both at the bottom of the staircase. "This leads down to the basement. I don't go down there much myself but if you want to poke around, be my guest. The only thing that you're bound to find is spiders, dust, and maybe a few embarrassing snap-shots of me as a child." Itachi smiled a little then and Sasuke could feel the heat rushing to his face. A smile very much fit the features of Itachi's face; it made his already inhuman beauty become more pronounced against such set stoicism. Itachi closed the door and pointed down the hallway. "If you keep going straight, you'll arrive at the front door."
"You know, you don't have to give me a tour if you really don't want to." Sasuke said suddenly and instantly regretted having opened his mouth. He didn't understand why he had said it but at the same time he did; Itachi had said that Sasuke was allowed to explore as much as he pleased tomorrow so he was bound to figure this all out, but he there was a part of him that wanted very much for Itachi to lead him around, show him things about the house. But much to Sasuke's surprise instead of receiving a scoff and the cold shoulder he got a chuckle in response.
"I would not be a very good host if I allowed my 'pet' to get lost on the first day, would I?" Sasuke had to bite the inside of his lip to keep from smiling. This man was really something. "Come along, there is much more to see. Oh, I forgot to mention this in the kitchen. There was a black curtain covering up the sliding glass door; it leads to the backyard, the garden, and the pool."
He led Sasuke down the hallway by the front door and another staircase presented itself. This one was no better than the last except for the fact that it wasn't completely closed in on both sides. There were more lights though and instead of hard wood, it was actually carpeted. The carpets were deep, royal purple, the same color of Itachi's nails, Sasuke noticed. Itachi took off his shoes then and put them on the stoop below the hardwood, Sasuke did the same. "I'm not particularly strict about the shoe thing because I break that rule all the time, but if you can remember please take off your shoes before heading up to the carpeted areas of the house."
Sasuke nodded as he followed Itachi up the stairs. The first room on Sasuke's left was a recreation room, there was a small couch inside it with a plasma screen television, a cable box was connected to it as well as several gaming stations. The walls were lined with boxes of DVDs and games. Sasuke was slightly shocked. "I never took you for a gamer."(1) He muttered aloud. Itachi scoffed a little.
"It's my dirty little secret. At first when Uncle Madara bought me a Playstation I had thought he lost his mind but after playing for a few hours I found that it was far more enjoyable than I previously assumed. You are also welcome to anything in that room of course." They continued to walk down the hall and Itachi grabbed the handle of one of the doors and opened it. "This is the guest room."
For a guest room it was much better than the average, but that seemed to be theme in Itachi's home. A chair sat in the corner and it wasn't some wooden one, it was a black leather recliner that looked fully ready to be sat in. The side table next to it was stacked with a few paper back novels, probably literature, if Sasuke was reading Itachi correctly. The bed looked comfortable; the black, thick comforter was fluffed and looked fresh as if it had been pulled out of the dryer that very morning. The pillows, which were covered in dark purple satin, looked fluffy and inviting. "This can be your room if you wish."
"You don't want me to sleep in the same room as you?" Sasuke asked quickly. As he reflected upon the question, the wording wasn't quite right; it sounded as though he thought Itachi was rejecting him when he was really trying to convey a sense of gratitude. Sasuke noticed that his thoughts were very jumbled by Itachi's actions and kindness, it was like he was unprepared to speak in the man's presence.
"Not quite." Itachi said as he looked down at the boy. "For one, I get up relatively early to complete my morning routines, which is unfair to you because of how easily you may wake from sleeping. I would feel bad if you woke up ridiculously early and stayed up with nothing to do; it's very frustrating. Also, I'm a firm believer that people should have their own space to get away from it all; if you do not wish to deal with me that day then by all means stay in your room and do as you will; I shall not disturb you unless there is something you require of me."
Sasuke wasn't used to this kind of selfless generosity. When he was living at that complex he had to share a room with at least one other person, even though he was highly prized, according to Danzo. What seemed to surreal about it was how the training had practically ingrained that 'pets' would be treated as things or animals that had to obey but Itachi wasn't thinking of Sasuke as a thing at all, he was thinking of him as a person. He was supposed to be something that Itachi would use for his own selfish purposes. Itachi was giving up a great deal for him even going so far as to give him a new name and a new beginning. Sasuke very much wished to express his gratitude. He licked his lips as he looked up at Itachi, a devilish smirk spread across his lips as he grabbed onto the front of Itachi's shirt. Since he hadn't been braced when Sasuke started to pull, Itachi's body followed him all the way to the bed and flopped down on the sheets without a hint of resistance.
"Not even a full day with you and you're already treating me as a prized possession…" Sasuke muttered as he crawled on top of the Uchiha. He ran his hands down Itachi's chest, unconsciously licking his lips as he gazed into those deep, dark eyes. He yearned to feel the mystery in those depths. He leaned in and brushed his lips ever so gently over Itachi's. When he fully felt the press of Itachi's mouth against his, Sasuke's nerves lit with such a passionate, subduing burn. Sasuke actually moaned when the press of Itachi's mouth increased as he started to kiss back, moving his bottom lip to part Sasuke's mouth more. A sinful tongue caressed his bottom lip, the younger raven could taste the lust upon it and craved the flavor of Itachi's silk appendage.
Sasuke jumped a little when he felt a pair of strong hands grab onto his ass. He almost pulled away from Itachi because of the moan that threatened to tear through his lips. His touch was like bolts of electric pleasure sending signals up and down Sasuke's spine. He desired more touching from this man, more pleasure, just more of Itachi.
Itachi wasn't particularly surprised that it had been Sasuke to make the first move. He had probably been hardwired to believe that any kindness should be repaid in full with his flesh. Itachi didn't agree with that logic but for some reason as soon as Sasuke's lips touch his and he was able to feel the body of the smaller raven against him, Itachi quickly felt all the control he had leave him. Not that he minded really, it had been awhile since he fulfilled his physical desires; Sasuke's beauty was unparalleled and it didn't exactly retract from desire in any amount.
It was difficult for Sasuke to grasp the speed in which he was being seduced by Itachi. He had originally intended to please his master but he lost his grip on the control he had when Itachi started to participate; there was something in his touch, a strange quirk that made Sasuke want to give up every ounce of himself to him. He wanted Itachi to take him; it had not been like that at all with his previous owner. That man made him feel nothing but resentment. But Itachi, he was everything Sasuke had hoped for; unreal beauty, morbid generosity, electrifying touch, seductive kiss. It was as though Itachi wasn't a real person.
Sasuke clawed at the clothing covering Itachi's chest; the desire was becoming primal and animalistic in every sense. He just wanted to be pleasured by such a gorgeous man and all of the clothing was getting in his way. Sasuke pulled back, opening his eyes for the first time in what felt like an eternity, and startled off Itachi, letting out a small yelp when he saw that he was face to face with an creature he had not been expecting to be there. Itachi sat up and Sharingan, his cat, jumped in his lap. This wasn't the first time Itachi felt like he should throw the small feline out the window; though thanks to Sharingan he regained his composure. Sasuke blinked a little as the cat jumped out of Itachi's lap and onto the floor next to the younger raven.
Just as the video games had been a shock, the fluffy, black, and white feline that was now snuggling Sasuke was also very shocking. "You're a cat person too?"
"I guess you can say that; I like them better than dogs. Though Sharingan isn't technically a pet I yearned for, he belonged to my Uncle Izuna." Itachi said as he noticed how much Sharingan really seemed to like Sasuke. The little raven was smirking a little as he cuddled the cat in his arms. Sharingan was purring loudly as Sasuke stroked behind his small, black ears and Itachi couldn't help but think, in that moment, Sasuke looked strangely like Izuna. Itachi shook himself of that thought; it gave him the chills.
"Well, I'm going to retire for the evening." Itachi stated as he stretched a little bit. He was being genuine about this; it had really been a very long day for the two of them. The Uchiha glanced over at the bandage on Sasuke's shoulder. "But before I do, we should get your tattoo cleaned up. Come along."
Sasuke was slightly disappointed that he didn't get farther with Itachi but it wasn't even the end to the first day and he had a feeling there would be plenty of opportunities with his beautiful man, especially since the lust seemed to be mutual. He placed Sharingan on the floor, and followed Itachi out the door, noticing the cat was also trailing behind him. There was a door across the hallway from Sasuke's new room; it was the bathroom. Itachi clicked on the light as Sasuke followed behind him. He turned and saw that Sharingan sat in the doorway, obviously objecting in going any farther into the room. "He's had a few traumatic experiences in here." Itachi stated as he turned on the sink, letting the water heat up. He opened up a cabinet and pulled out a still wrapped bar of soap, starting to peel it as he motioned for Sasuke to sit on the toilet. "Since you can't use a washcloth to clean your tattoo, I'll clean it and then put a new bandage on it. And then in the morning if you want, you can wash it again, but I don't think you'll have to keep it wrapped up anymore, just be gentle with it…Take off your shirt."
Sasuke did as he was requested to do and Itachi saw that the boy in front of him had another mark on the junction of his shoulder and neck; it was like three drops only the elongated to the point where they looked like sharp commas. Itachi couldn't help but think that seemed like a terribly painful place to receive a tattoo; he couldn't help but feel as though he had seen that mark before. Itachi's eyebrow twitched slightly with annoyance; he was a bit peeved with himself for not noticing such a mark earlier. That just proved how taken he was with Sasuke.
He wetted his hand and soaped up, knowing that if he had done this with a wash cloth, it would hurt Sasuke and that was one of the last things he wanted. He started to gently wash the tattoo. Sasuke winced a little at the feeling but tried to keep as still as possible, but then he remember that it was Itachi who was washing his shoulder, showing him all this kindness and the pain subsided to the point where Sasuke sighed a little with pleasure. Itachi noticed this and instantly felt need growing inside him again; this boy's presence was dangerous, it was slowly corrupting him and would undoubtedly turn him into a sex-loving fiend…Just like Madara.
"That was a terrible thought…" Itachi mused to himself as he gently brushed his fingers against Sasuke's shoulder feeling him shudder underneath the touch. The last thing he wanted was to be like that man.
"So…" Sasuke began looking around, a small blush on his face. "You've probably noticed the other tattoo by now…"
"Hn."
"I'm just going to get this out of the way now. I did have a previous owner but he returned me because I didn't behave around him."
"Oh? I would think that if you were acting as you were previously, he'd be very happy." Itachi replied as he continued to wash the slimy plasma build up on Sasuke's shoulder. That small comment made Sasuke twitch a little; there was something so subtle yet such a direct slap in the face that it made him want to turn around and punch Itachi. He had been so understanding up to this point that the comment previously uttered had not been expected…Though, the comment did seem to come from a point of anger…Sasuke smirked a little. Itachi was jealous! Oh that was rich! Sasuke snickered a little bit and the older raven glanced down at him. "What's so funny?"
"Nothing…" Sasuke assured with a shake of his head. "But you don't have to worry, Danzo and I were telling the truth about me being a virgin. I was medically examined and everything." Itachi touch on his shoulder lightened a little bit, Sasuke noticed. So a thought like that had been pulsing through Itachi's mind, that dirty bird. However Sasuke thought it was cute that Itachi needed some amount of reassurance. "Besides, I don't think I could ever let my previous owner touch me in that way…He was just so…Creepy and…Disgusting. I don't think Danzo would have told you this but I did kick my previous owner in the balls when he tried to take me to his bed." Sasuke grabbed Itachi's other, free hand and brought it to his mouth, kissing it gently. "He was nothing like you; I actually want you to have me…" Sasuke sucked the tip of Itachi's finger into his mouth, nibbling the tip ever so softly before glancing up at the Uchiha. "All of me…"
Itachi felt the blood rushing away from his head.
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Sasuke sat on his bed and wondered how Itachi had managed to resist him. He had even sucked on his finger; all men were weak against the finger sucking. (2) He sighed a little. At least Itachi was respectful of him and not treating him as though he was a piece of meat. He could be grateful for that but nothing else. Sasuke actually wanted to have sex with Itachi; he wasn't sure why. He suspected it was partially Danzo's training, partially Itachi's sexiness, and the rest was the feelings he was getting. Itachi was actually making him feel more than fear, disgust, and anger. Danzo had always thought that Sasuke was perfect in that sense, always so concise and cold. Never showing emotions. But Itachi made him show certain things like desire, lust, gratitude, things he thought he would never show an owner.
He laid down covering himself with the large, very warm, and snuggly comforter as Sharingan hopped up onto the bed, snuggling up to Sasuke. He wanted to ask why Itachi's uncle would give up such a sweet cat but he had forgotten. He guessed he had plenty of time to get the answer…
~Sasuke's dream/memory! But to clear up confusion now, he will be called Daisuke since it is the past!~
The classroom had never been one of Daisuke's favorite rooms. It wasn't that he didn't like learning, quite the contrary, he found it very enjoyable. But he would rather be sitting by the window with a book than with a bunch of other, annoying children around him; their stupidity and carelessness was insufferable.
Tapping echoed through the room as it quieted. Danzo entered with a woman and she didn't look very happy, there was sternness about her that made a bead of cold sweat drip down his spine. "From now on, we will not be babying you." Everyone was muttering and looking around glancing towards the front of the room where Danzo stood with that older woman who seemed to get a colder and colder look by the second. Daisuke had never seen that woman before, even though he had already been here for ten years he wondered who she was. "All of you are still very young and we've been training you since the day you turned five...Some are not progressing as well as others." Daisuke gulped when he heard that, he was the child with the strongest vocabulary in the classroom and had the highest level of comprehension; he knew what the woman was saying while others were very confused and looked around for answers but still could felt the tension in the air. She glanced over at a few choice students before clearing her throat. "I'm going to call five children's names, if you are called, please leave your seat and come forward to Danzo."
Daisuke gulped a little as everyone seemed to tense up. No one really knew who was 'trained' in comparison to the other children. "Satoshi." One of the boys in the front row got up and walked up to Danzo standing by his side nervously. "Sai." Daisuke couldn't help but feel a little resentment. Sai was Danzo's favorite and because of that someone else was probably pushed out of one the spots. "Kaito." He stood up slowly, smirking at the children around him as he made his way to the front. There was something about Kaito that he had never liked, an almost fox like trickery about him. "Hiroki." A timid boy rushed towards the front and Daisuke noticed that there was only one spot left, which meant only one more child would be picked from this group of thirty. Daisuke swallowed a little bit and the eyes of the old woman rested on him. "And finally, Daisuke."
Daisuke almost sighed with relief, but he didn't and just calmly walked up to them. Danzo seemed to be the most pleased with him because he ruffled the boy's hair. "Come along." The five of them followed Danzo out the door of the classroom, the back one that they were not allowed to go through normally. It always seemed to be locked.
They all stared with disgust and horror as Danzo slammed the door behind them. Men lined the walls, some of them bloody or beaten, others were staring with some far off look, while the active ones cowered with fear as Danzo stepped in front of the boys. "I want to congratulate the five of you; all of you are mature enough, obedient enough to skip over this step." The tension had not ceased, all of them looked around, terrified by just the thought of being here. "But, make no mistake, you will be dropped in here without hesitation if you fail any aspect of the training. Make me proud, boys." Danzo looked around and as someone reached out for him he stomped the hand down, making Daisuke feel sick to his stomach and fear like he had never felt before...
The door to Daisuke's shared room with Sai opened and it could only be one of two people; Sai himself or Danzo. No one besides them ever came to talk to Daisuke unless there was a meeting between the five top students and aforementioned man. But even then if It were Kaito, Hiroki, or Satoshi, barely any words were passed between them before they left. He glanced up at the person hovering in the doorway; it was Sai, he had a strange look on his face as he opened his mouth to say something. "Danzo wants to see us. All of us. Come on."
Daisuke got up from his bed and felt a small drip of cold sweat go down his spine as he followed Sai out the door and down the hall. They met up with Satoshi and Hiroki in the hallway and all four of them were wondering the same thing as they looked around. "Where's Kaito?" Satoshi asked in a small voice. He had always been a timid person, extremely submissive in personality. They all knew that Satoshi was going to be heavily prized when their training was finished because of his feminine features, light brown hair and sparkling green eyes. His foreign beauty would probably get him out of this place before anyone else.
"He didn't come back to your room last night?" Daisuke asked both Satoshi and Hiroki. The three of them shared the other room because they weren't as highly ranked as Sai and Daisuke were. Their existences and luxury of living depended on how well they preformed in front of Danzo. Sai and Daisuke were performing the best and so they got to live the best.
"No, he didn't. He said he was going to take a walk around the complex and be back eventually. What if someone bought him on accident?" Hiroki said as he clung to Satoshi's arm. Hiroki's small body and light blue, nearly gray eyes, mixed with dark black hair made him a rare case of beauty. Personality wise, he was very much like Satoshi, timid, but completely obedient. The problems that made him a lower level than Sai and Daisuke were that he showed too much emotion. Satoshi and Kaito both had similar problems. But one of Hiroki's redeeming qualities seemed to be the fact that he could play the violin masterfully; a music lover would pay large sums of money for him especially with such emotionally vivid eyes.
"Danzo wouldn't let that happen." Sai said as he took the lead. "Any purchase has to go through him and we all know that Kaito was the least trained of the five of us. He wouldn't sell Kaito unless the person paid not only a large amount of money but was also a veteran in training." Daisuke nodded; he knew all of what Sai said had been true but he couldn't help but think that Sai knew much more than he was letting on.
Sai opened the door for their private classroom; the five of them were far more advance than the others so their education was taken to the top priority because of how easily they could all be sold. Daisuke had learned when he was fourteen that the only reason the five of them had been picked was because of their aesthetic appeal; the fact that they behaved well was a plus. They just had to make up a reason when they were picking so the other children wouldn't catch on and would work harder to please Danzo and that woman, Koharu.(3)
The four of them entered the room and Sai shut the door behind them, standing in the back beside Daisuke. Danzo was standing in the front of the classroom but all of them noticed right away there was something off about him; his cane was stained red and so were his hands, he also was sweating, looking very much exhausted. Daisuke glanced over to Sai and saw that he was shaking with fear but he kept a calm face; whatever had happened in here, Sai must have seen it.
"Daisuke." He froze but then turned his head towards Danzo, who was looking at him as though he had been pinpointed for some reason. He tapped his cane against the floor and Daisuke knew that was a signal for him to come to Danzo, which he did without hesitation. Now was not the time to appear weak. "Daisuke, open that cabinet, will you?"
He turned towards the only cabinet in the room; he knew it was full of random school supplies which was why he was questioning Danzo silently in his mind. He could not object though. He walked over to the cabinet and opened it; as soon as he pulled the handle of the door, there was a weight that pushed the door open and it slipped from Daisuke's hand. Kaito's body slumped out of the cabinet onto the floor, if Daisuke hadn't backed up as soon as he saw the body, Kaito's corpse would have been atop him. Daisuke bit back a scream of terror when he heard Kaito gurgling; he was frozen in his spot as Danzo came up behind him.
"This is what happens when you try to escape from here." Danzo said as he lifted Kaito's head from the floor with his cane, showing the extent to which he was beaten. His pale skin was covered with dark, purple bruises and deep crimson gashes. Blood was drying, creating a brown, flaking mess as he coughed up more, making it fall from his cracked lips. His brown hair was matted with blood, turning the hair a dark color where it was pouring from his scalp. His clothes were torn and where they had been torn the fabric around the holes was soaked through with blood; a small puddle started to trail from his body, making Daisuke back up from him more. "All of you remember this sight and remember it well! You're future has already been decided! You can no longer escape from your fates and remember Kaito well because this is the last you'll see of him. When you try to escape your fate, fate comes back around on a different path; I will decide that path and he will be complete what has been laid out for him…" Everyone was silent as Danzo looked around the room, making eye contact with every single one of them before pulling a gun from his pocket and aiming it at Kaito's still gurgling form. "Death was calling to him from the day he was born." Danzo's finger clasped the trigger and Daisuke could hear the deafening screams of Hiroki and Satoshi as Danzo pulled his finger back…
Sasuke woke with a silent scream, knocking Sharingan off the bed as he flailed from his laying position into a sitting one. He was gasping for breath and looked around the room, finding that he had just woke from a dream. He sighed a little and laid back on the bed. He had thought he had repressed that memory. Sasuke hadn't thought about the day Danzo killed Kaito since he was eighteen; two whole years ago. He sighed a little glancing at the small clock on the side table next to his bed; it was flashing ten in the morning. Sasuke sighed a little with relief; he had slept all the way through the night and probably a little longer than he should have.
"At least Itachi wasn't here to see me freaking out…" Sasuke muttered as he looked down at Sharingan, who flicked his tail in an aggravated way. "Sorry…" The cat stretched and headed towards the door, Sasuke thought that was a pretty good idea and followed the cat out of the room.
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"Madara, loving Uncle, why would you tell Kisame about my birthday present?" Itachi asked as he spun around in his swivel chair to face the two people who were standing behind him. Kisame and Madara both tensed up at the strong glare he was giving the two of them and Madara slid so he was standing slightly behind Kisame.
"Ah, well! That's…Um…Kisame! Old sport! Go on and tell Itachi!" Madara shoved the black man forward and he looked down at Madara like he was an escaped mental patient. When Uchiha Itachi glares in such a fashion as he was doing currently, a person is supposed to run away or roll over and expose their soft underbelly.
"Uh…Technically Itachi, I do kinda have to know about this because I'm your bodyguard. Since whatever Madara did to get that kid is shady and totally under the category of backdoor business it would be beneficial for me to know who exactly it is when I'm crackin' skulls…If they try and blackmail you or whatever the case may be." Kisame said as he cracked his knuckles for emphasis. Madara gave him a thumbs up but Itachi didn't look any less angry when he stood up and approached the two of them. Kisame could have swore he saw his entire life flash before his eyes.
"Sir, there's a call for you on line three from Oto Corps." The intercom crackled and Itachi turned back towards his desk, glaring once more over his shoulder before sitting down at his desk.
"Thank the Gods…" Madara muttered. He looked over at the pensive face of his nephew and swiped the phone from his hand, taking the call instead. "Ah, Orochimaru…No this isn't Uchiha Itachi, it's me, Uchiha Madara, Chairman of the Board…Ah yes, it is a pleasure for you. Isn't it? Though, I believe my dearest, sweet little nephew informed you that we would be the ones to call you, I mean it's only been one day and there is so much for us to consider…Expect a call in the next few days, goodbye." Madara hung up quickly and patted his nephew on the head before grabbing his cheeks like one would do to a small child. "See how much Unkie Madara loves you? I talked to that scary snake man and everything."
Itachi batted Madara's hands away and actually started to pout for a brief moment before realizing Madara might grab his face again. "Don't suck up to me, uncle."
"Hm…His rage has lessened." Madara muttered rubbing his chin as if he was observing a wild animal. "Tell me something dear nephew, did your lovely new pet fulfill his nightly duties? Because if he did, he must be a shit lay."
"Out of my office." Itachi said, in a still controlled voice but the way he pointed at the door revealed how angry he actually was. Madara smirked a little as he moved closer to his nephew, even having the gall to sit on his desk so he could lean in and look Itachi more in the eye.
"You didn't sleep with him, huh? You're such a softy. I'da fucked that boy senseless." Itachi shook his head and Kisame just stood in the corner awkwardly. Sometimes he wondered about Madara; the man was obviously insane yet he somehow managed to become the Chairman of an entire company.
"Yes but that's you and this is me." Itachi muttered as he sat back down in his chair pressing the button for the intercom. "Konan, if Orochimaru calls back say I'm indisposed or whatever clever lie you can come up with."
"Yes, sir." Came the crackle and Itachi glanced back at the two who were still insisting on loitering around in his office.
"May I assist you somehow?" He asked Madara who seemed to smirk at him like he was a small child who had just asked a dumb yet amusing question. Itachi eyebrow twitched with annoyance. Madara was treating him like child again, he always did that whenever he knew it would piss Itachi off the most. And that seemed to happen a lot when he was asking questions of his uncle.
"You're no fun today." Madara insisted. "That boy of yours needs to start fulfilling his nightly obligations."
"Don't make me call security on you." Itachi threatened as he felt another completely reasonable urge to throw something, namely Madara, out the window. "I have done it before, I will do it again so stop harassing me."
Madara spun Itachi's chair around and sat down squarely in his lap, straddling his waist so he was face to face with his nephew. He pressed his lips dangerously close to Itachi's ear and when he breathed out, Itachi shuddered slightly. Kisame only stared muttering something about Madara being 'fucking insane for violating Itachi's personal space'. But it seemed that while Itachi was pinned down by Madara, the only thing that seemed to exist in his mind were the two of them and the window in which he was going to shove Madara through.
Itachi squirmed, trying in vain to push Madara off his lap. It was just awkward that his uncle was so close to him, practically kissing his ear. He could feel every breath against that delicate skin and what pissed Itachi off the most was the fact that Madara seemed so amused by his reactions. He chuckled dryly into Itachi's ear. "You were always so easy to stir up." There was something about the way Madara phrased that comment that made Itachi tense up. Like he was trying to remind Itachi of something that he wouldn't remember without Madara's help. "But that's what makes you so fun Itachi…Just like…" Kisame seemed to notice the discomfort and almost fear Itachi was feeling because the man wasted no time pulling Madara off of Itachi and setting him down in a chair on the opposite side of the room as him.
They all sat around Itachi's office in silence as they all seemed to process what had just transpired between the three of them. Itachi glanced over at Kisame, silently thanking him with a small nod which Kisame returned. Both of their attentions turned towards Madara who was smirking wickedly at Itachi. "I just had a devious thought." They both tensed a little bit. "You can say Sasuke is my illegitimate bastard child, they'll slander me senselessly but I'll do anything for you Itachi…He looks enough like me, in case you haven't noticed, and I think people would believe it. That way he wouldn't have to be stuck in your house all day without you. We can say he's coming to intern here…Since I'm his 'father' after all."
Random was one of the many words that seemed to pop into Itachi's mind as he heard his uncle's plot spill from his mouth. But, the idea in itself was brilliant. It would allow Sasuke to interact with people. Itachi also knew he would not be home often so having homework and classes would keep Sasuke very busy and probably make him feel much less lonely.
Though, Itachi knew, Madara had only suggested it in this moment of awkward silence because he was trying to clear the air. He knew that he had crossed the line, even though Itachi wasn't sure how, but the uncomfortable feeling he got had to have meant something. For now, he planned to ignore it.
"To tell the truth, I had been thinking about enrolling him in college under a false name…I think it would be good for him to be social with more people than just me since I'm not exactly a social butterfly myself…" Itachi said as he turned back to stare at his computer screen. "But I don't know how educated he is; he seems detached from people as well so I don't know how well it would go."
"Ask him, my dear. He may be completely up for it. You don't know if you don't try, besides I think that's a better idea than mine."
"Smash them together." Kisame said suddenly. "Suggest college to the kid and then if he's all for it, then enroll him as your cousin, Itachi, Madara's son. I can see this working quite well. Though I do believe you'd have to tell Sasuke to act like he knows who Madara is better than most people do…"
"Not necessarily. I can see it all now; as a child he was raised by an impoverish mother who was so bitter than I loved and left her that she cursed the child she had with me yet cherished him all the same, like he was the last piece that was keeping my memory alive. But one day when Sasuke turns eighteen his mother is struck ill and dies, leaving on a note with the identity of his father, moi. (4) And for two years of his sad little life he's been searching high and low for me until one day, he sees my face with a caption that reads the very name his mother scribbled before dying. He pokes around for answers and comes up with my home address where we are tearfully reunited!"
"How do you know that Daisuke's twenty when I don't?" Itachi asked as he turned, raising an eyebrow at Madara. The Uchiha paused a little, turning a little serious as he glanced at his questioning nephew.
"Because, I filled out the paperwork; his age was listed." Madara stated calmly as if it were completely obvious. Itachi seemed embarrassed for nothing thinking of that answer himself.
"Right." Itachi seemed completely satisfied with the answer and turned towards his uncle, smiling a little bit. "As dramatic as that whole monologue was, I think it's actually a believable story. Nothing like a little drama to get the press to feel sympathy for you and him…If they even catch wind of it…"
"They always catch wind of it. I can't even fart(5) without them covering it." Madara muttered as he crossed his arms over his chest and huffed a little.
"As true as that may be, let's try to keep this as low key as possible. They might think it's weird that Sasuke is living with me instead of you." Madara shrugged a little bit at that.
"Not really, I'm old, you're young and his 'cousin'." Madara made proper use of air quotations as he talked about Itachi. "Why would they think it's weird that Sasuke would rather hang around with his younger family members? I mean if I had to pick between hanging out with myself or with you, I'd pick you every time. I'd be insufferable." Itachi rolled his eyes at that statement, a small smile cracking the corners of his face.
"Well then, it's decided. I'll speak with Daisuke tonight and see what he wants to do." Itachi muttered as a reminder bubble popped up on his computer screen saying he had a meeting in five minutes. He stood up and turned towards the other men in the room. "We keep this on the down-low. We don't tell anyone about Sasuke's past or who he really is; if anyone tells the press the truth, we'll be screwed. All our reputations will be shot and ran through the mud; we'll also all probably go to jail." Itachi cleared his throat as he glanced into Madara's eyes, the comments were mostly for him because of how powerful a man he actually was. The entire company rested on his back. "For all of our safety, no secret leaves this room. Agreed?
"Agreed." Both Kisame and Madara replied with a nod. Itachi nodded back and headed out the door to the meeting with Kisame following right behind him. Madara sat alone in Itachi's office for a moment before smirking to himself; that last comment sounded so evil somehow that it was resurfacing all kinds of deliciously brutal memories for him. He stepped out of Itachi's office and into the hall, smirking like a madman as he passed the doors and people in complete silence.
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1. "I never took you for a gamer." Neither did a good portion of my audience…Probably... The reason why Itachi is a gamer is really quite simple; Itachi's twenty-five, relatively anti-social in the sense that I can't really see him going out to nightclubs or parties(unless work related), and he needs some way to blow off steam and nothing does that quite like blowing zombies' heads off. Plus…Hitoko-sama loves games, they're so fun! Therefore he will be nerdy like me! :D
2. Sucking on a guy's finger: As weird as it sounds, this actually seems to be true. I mean I haven't gone around sucking on people's fingers and charting their reactions but it seems pretty accurate for the people I have done it too…And no, I know what you're thinking! I was not trying to have sex with them, I was experimenting!
3. Koharu- In the Manga she's one of the village elders. In this she will be like Danzo's assisting presence. Homura will probably pop up eventually as well. He's also in the manga…
4. Moi- this is the French word for Me, it is pronounced as such: Mw-ah, like MWAHAHAHA!
5. Who else laughed a little when Madara said 'fart'? I practically died with the giggles. xD
Sasuke: How long were you expecting to write this?
Me:...Not as long as I took. I had been trying for less than a week...It took like nine days.
Sasuke: Maybe if you didn't flip between Facebook and Youtube when you write; you wouldn't have taken soooo long.
Me: Then help me focus! I have a short attention span!
Itachi: There's no help for your kind.
Me: Thanks for the encouragement Itachi. I always knew I could count on you.
Itachi: I do what I can.
Me: Well, I'm off to work on another fic because you know how guilty I feel when I don't update. Until next time, I LOVE YA GUYS AND THIS WAS HITOKO-SAMA!
