Chapter 2. Blood and Piss
Today was my one lucky day. I slept rough, suffering half a night from the pains inflicted on me the previous day. And the rest ungenerous amount of hours left before waking up I was deep in nightmares that I couldn't remember in the morning.
Cold sticky sweat was covering me from head to toe. My hair was stuck to my face and neck, irritably tickling and giving me paranoia of some multi-legged insects crawling all over my scalp.
But this was not all. I felt that my entire body was black and blue and covered in lumps and bumps in the places where my brother was especially thorough with leaving his 'trademark stamps' on me.
My throat felt dry and I tried to lift myself on to my elbow, grunting while turning to one side, when I made an unpleasant discovery. I had wet my bed in a sleep.
Shit, this never happened before. Not since I was a kid. Being nineteen now pissing the bed meant only one thing, there was something terribly wrong with my body, or with my head, but most probably both.
Gritting my teeth in pain and trying to persuade my own body to move off the bed, I wondered for the millionth time, why on earth had I been taking it from Itachi during all these years. Why?
Thinking back to the days when our parents were still alive I had it easier then. Itachi used to beat me up every now and then, but never as severely and violently as he did the recent five or so years.
I remember the night after the funeral, I was laying on top of the cold white marble plate that had the name of my father and mother engraved on it, when Itachi came. He had not appeared for the funeral as he was the one to blame for it, having slaughtered the entire clan out of some only- to- him- known reason.
I was alone at the cemetery, weeping like a child I was, in my thirteenth year of age, I was left now without anybody in this world. I don't know who I was crying more about, my poor dead parents or myself. Or maybe Itachi, who disappeared suddenly after the massacre to escape justice.
Itachi lifted me up by the collar and seated me in front of him, on the ground. Why do so many things my brother does to me make me feel like a dog or an object? He looked at me smiling for an instant and then simply said
"Well, it's only us two left now, little brother. You know what that means, don't you?"
I hesitated without answering, stupidly staring at him, not knowing whether to cry, or to hide or to try to kill him for what he had done. He didn't seem to need any words from me anyway as he abruptly hit me across the face so hard that for the next long seconds I could hear and see ringing buzzing stars. Yes, I could hear the 'ringing stars'. And see them. I flew a couple of meters away and as I hit the ground I felt his hand on my neck and the low familiar voice said to me
"You can run, little brother. Hate me, detest me. Live your poor insignificant life. Then one day come to me and we shall sort it all out"
I don't know what that feeling was. I simply don't know. I grabbed his hand with both of mine , tears streaming down my swelling cheek, into the cracked lip.
"Please, aniki. Don't leave me."
The thought of being left all alone scared me worse than death itself. It terrified me. I couldn't stand it. It's better to live with him, who was to blame for all rather than to be alone, not needed by anybody. Just me and the cold white stones instead of the parents.
Itachi frowned and stared at me with curiosity, i thought I saw amusement flicker in his eyes. He was considering something.
"Very well", he said at last. "You will do as I say from now on. And don't you dare not to."
His tone said it all, I gulped. But somehow I felt relief. He would spare my life at least for now. And I was not alone.
What did I get myself into? I didn't know at that time. I still desperately hoped to find a reason behind my brothers' doings, but I couldn't afford to tempt fate blindly and just ask him why he had killed them all.
That night we left Konoha for good. We never returned. I never saw my parents' graves again.
Now laying on the bed , in my own piss and blood I still wonder if I should have let him kill me that night. He would have done it without hesitation. I was a naïve child then. Not anymore.
Now I am nineteen. And I will avenge myself one day. First I will have to make it to the tap and drink.
N/A: hey, it's just the beginning. Any comments on this one?
