09.05.24
Chapter 2: A.K.A.T.S.U.K.I.
Five years.
Five long, aching, censured years of pure torment and anguish for dear Itachi. He had waited so long, have watched continuously during every opportunity he received, and protected the boy from more danger than he could recall from the list.
He scowled every single time those devious predators approached his dear beauty, aiming to claim those sweet, cotton-colored soft pedals, to edge the slim waist closer, to manipulate the change in position of his angel's pale slim legs, those gorgeous dark orbs that blink all-so-innocently in curiousity, and those sightly black bangs that drew across his forehead and brushed against the windy nights.
His angel's virginity was the sum of it all.
Though, he didn't have to worry any longer. Sasuke would be under his wing of care and under his watchful, attentive eyes. Nothing could steal the younger teen away from him because Itachi was a very possessive lover.
.....
Itachi was content, smiling radiantly as he inhaled the sweet addictive scent that wavered through his nostrils at the pure smell of his Sasuke. His cute, little treasure that he currently had nestled in his arms, lying in bed and naked waist up. Itachi had figured the boy would be uncomfortable sleeping with a shirt and the material of his shorts, so he'd made the decision to discard those on a bedside armchair.
Afterall, Sasuke slept in his boxers every night since his eleventh birthday.
Itachi wrapped one arm around Sasuke's shoulders and the other around the boy's soft skin of the waist and pulled his body to collide closely against his, efficiently burrying the innocent teen's face in his neck.
He couldn't help but notice how warm the teen was and the perfection upon formation when their bodies stayed meshed together in the middle of their bed in the quite luminous room. Sasuke was afraid of the dark and he usually prefered a lit-up living space.
Itachi lightly patted the mass of raven spikes as he lowered his lips down to the teen's left ear to mutter perpetual strings of 'I love yous' and smiling serenely as he heard his Sasuke mumble something subconsciously whilst he shifted in Itachi's bed.
The boy was absolutely adorable.
His lips no longer resided along the exterior of Sasuke's ear. Itachi brought his lips lower, if just slightly, and pecked the teen's cheek; a momentarily flick of his tongue was all he needed on that soft flesh to taste the person of his affections. He kissed the boy's visible eyelid from within view before his lips trailed back to its original region.
"Sasuke," the elder teen hummed, warm breath flourishing across the younger's ear and down his exposed neck. "Wake up, my beautiful angel."
The addressed teen groaned lowly in his slumber, breath blossoming across the elder's collarbone as he shifted, once again, ever so slightly. Itachi gulped inaudiably, a low moan trapped within his throat. He repeated the task, merging it along with a small nudge.
The boy rolled over onto his back whilst his eyelids fluttered open; thick, feminine lashes dusting across his high cheekbones. He was an angel's nemesis.
A speck of confusion rose within his black orbs as he registered an unfamiliar environment. Sasuke looked so lost, Itachi observed, before a sheer look of horror crossed his pale features that came from memories of recent events.
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And as if the boy sensed Itachi's presence beside him, his face snapped to his right. Upon noticing his state of half nudity and a scary-looking guy in his bed, arms wrapped around him no less, a throaty scream was relinquished as Sasuke hastily scrambled away from the soft comforts.
Yes... away. Far away.
Across the room, to be exact.
But that had not happened before he accidentally pressed his shin in between the man's thighs and came to the conclusion that this was a different case. A frightening, dreadful situation.
He heard the man, if only as stated before, older than him by no more than 5 years, release a soft moan, the palm of his hand, having a hold on the crimson silk blanket, idly brushed it away and onto the ground, before he gracefully swung his legs over the bed side and stood.
To Sasuke, the man looked like a serial mass murderer, frightening as is. He was the predator and Sasuke, himself, was the prey- the dear caught in headlights. He yearned and prayed to Kami to save him as his knees buckled and he halted on his arse and shins.
Itachi, however, mustered up all the kindness he had within his equally soft heart for the teen and slowly approached Sasuke. Seeing as he collapsed on his own weight, it was unsafe to say that he scared the living daylights out of his koi.
He frowned.
Sasuke wasn't suppose to hate him; he was meant for Itachi, to love Itachi as the elder teen saw it. The erection was unintentional as far as he knew.
"Sasuke," he murmured the teen's name and watched as the boy's head snapped up from its hidden darkness to come face to face with Itachi who stood not three feet away. He knew his beautiful angel hated to cry, so when the boy blinked up at him, he found himself somehow knowing that the tear-filled gaze was directed at him for... compassion?
Did his Sasuke think he was going to rape him?
He returned it with a slight guilty gaze and settled for petting the boy's head. Itachi wasn't surprised when he jerked away from his touch and hissed quietly, before spatting "Do not touch me, you stalker!"
Now, usually when anyone besides his koi spoke to him as such, he wouldn't hesitate to not control his blood lust. Of course, Itachi had a lot of patience for this unrequited love to reverse itself into a chain of requited love. In other words, he had more confidence in this situation than murdering Tobi and getting away with it.
Stalker was a bit harsh, though. Itachi prefered the terms 'night-and-day guard' or perhaps even the terms 'observer' or 'guardian angel'. But, then again, Sasuke could call him his koi anytime.
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"I'm not going to hurt you, Sasuke. That'll defeat the purpose of me having you here," Itachi voiced, hoping to comfort the boy who sat a few feet away on a black loveseat.
Threatening to gag and tie up the boy surely made its point. "Now let's not scream so we could speak like civilized people. I'm sure you have some questions, do you not?" He regarded calmly from his seat on his mattress before he stood up to seat himself next to the younger boy.
Sasuke did not move away, seeing as pointless as it was, and made sure his voice was firm.
"Where am I?"
Itachi could clearly see through his attempt; he mused over how similar their traits were and wondered it he'd ever tell the boy a secret he'd been harboring since he could remember.
"Akatsuki."
Sasuke's eyes narrowed.
"Why am I here?"
Itachi grinned, then, like a psycho and replied.
"Because I brought you here."
"What do you want from me that I could possibly have?" Sasuke questioned, eyes staring in concentration at the man before him.
"Good question."
"What's your name?" He didn't want to call him 'that man' forever.
"Itachi."
There was one other thing Sasuke wanted to ask. Having no other qualms of keeping quiet, he blurted out the inquiry. "Why did you kill that man?"
Itachi smirked, crimson orbs glinting with something oddly familiar to Sasuke. "I did not slaughter it," he replied, watching as his koi's eyes widened in disbelief.
"B-but,.. b-but I saw him drop dead!" Sasuke exclaimed, trying to surpress the chill that ran up his spine at the mere thought of the scene.
Adorable indeed.
"I think you're misunderstanding me, my sweet little angel." He stopped briefly at the glare the boy sent him. "I merely gave him a warning, however, he was too weak to stand his punishment for touching you, so he passed out, dead I presume, after I gouged out his flesh. There's a difference Sasuke."
He needed to stop thinking about it before he puked his guts out. Sasuke smiled innocently at Itachi and gave a small tug on his sleeve. The latter stared at him with a raised eyebrow. "May I have something to eat, Itachi?"
What was the boy up to?
He nodded and padded towards the locked door, pulling out a key to unlock it. The boy followed after him silently. Itachi would even dare the boy to make one false move.
Turns out, they had to return to Itachi's room so Sasuke would be able to retrieve his clothes. Itachi wanted to keep quiet about this matter and instead, watch that ass sway, but when the boy noticed his staring, he scowled and rushed back into his room.
Itachi had then called Sasuke to sit himself on the living room couch, before he headed into the kitchen to cook for the boy himself. It was an ordinary living room that obtained a huge flat-screen TV that was surrounded by three long sofas, a coffee table, and other accessories that proved to be quite useful in other situations.
A small 'plop' was heard and Sasuke just noticed that a blonde man, yes, definately a man, sat next to him and reached for the channel on the low-rise table, all the while balancing a bowl of cereal with milk in his left.
"Hey, cutie, un. How did you get in here?" he ask idly, switching on the TV before smiling brightly at Sasuke. The younger ignored the man's first comment.
"Someone brought me here," he replied vaguely, not sure if Itachi wanted him to mention his name to this man.
"Ah.. I'm Deidara, un," he introduced, eyes trailing over to him once before he directed his attention to the TV and watched the news whilst shoving a spoonful of Frosted Flakes in his mouth.
The younger teen's eyes traveled to the TV where a woman in here late thirties was speaking to another woman around her age. He listened carefully as she spoke in a serious tone.
"A man, no older than 38, was found mutilated to death this morning at around 4 a.m. Said witness happened to hear a particular commotion in this dense part of town, before she came into contact with such a grotesque scene. The man happened to be recognizable this time...."
And, Sasuke wondered what she meant. This time? Did this mean that this occurence happened more than once. He vaguely remembered Kiba and Naruto speaking of this.
Beside him, he heard Deidara snicker as he shoved another spoonful of the cereal in his mouth. As his eyes casted away from the screen, he watched indefinitely as the blonde held a glass of orange juice to his lips and took a drink. Sasuke had also remembered that he'd forgot to introduce himself.
"I'm Sasuke," he offered his own name and watched increduously as the mouthful of orange juice that Deidara was in the process of drinking sprayed out in front of the blonde. Deidara choked hysterically and placed the cereal bowl onto the coffee table, before turning the TV off and facing Sasuke.
"Oh, hey.. hey, un," he said. He scooted closer to Sasuke and smiled. "So, did Itachi ever tell you what Akasuki stood for, yeah?" he asked, clearly with excitement. Sasuke slowly shook his head as he was drawn into a pool of curiousity.
Deidara's smile grew wider and he giggled behind his hand. "It is Akatsuki, Sasuke-chan, A.K.A. The Sasuke Uchiha Knowledge Industry, yeah. We know alot about you Sasuke-chan, un."
Right then, Itachi appeared with a plate of onigiris, three full, ripe tomatoes, a bowl of miso soup, and a cup of coffee.
So accurately correct, that Sasuke was scared.
A/N: I might change the summary and plot in the future.
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