Chapter 2: Taken
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He made steady steps up the stairs, remaining as quiet as he could. Angry obsidian eyes were focused on the bedroom that once belonged to his parents. The sound of feet clumsily shuffling against the floor and clothes brush against skin was heard as he got closer. The curses have stopped but groans of irritation escaped the other man's mouth every few seconds. He moved towards the bedroom, the door was slightly ajar and the view of blonde hair came into sighed.
He smirked evilly. He would've never thought Itachi had the same taste in men as him. At the thought, he wondered if his older brother felt any affection for his blonde. It didn't matter anymore because soon they'll all regret forgetting him. The flamboyant blonde had his back turned away from him.
This was his chance. He sleeked forward grabbing him around the waist and covering his mouth with his free hand. The scent of green apples hit his nose and the sight of the rainbow floral shirt with bright red pants irritated his eyes. He hated bright colors for a reason. The blonde squirmed in his arms but he wasn't budging. His body grew into lean muscle over the years, so the average man wouldn't be able to fight against him. He toned his body into a powerhouse and his height added to that fact. He would dare to think that he was taller than his brother now.
The blonde stopped struggling when he realized he wasn't getting away. The panic in his eyes, his chest moving up and down in fearful breaths, and the total sign of stiff submission caused his arousal to spike. He whispered coldly against the man's ear. "You are to come with me without any questions or extra noise. If I hear one thing from that mouth of yours, I'm going to rip your tongue out."
A shaky nod was the man's response. He smirked, turning him around to face him. Baby blue eyes widened at seeing his face, a sign of recognition. His smirk widened into a feral grin. "Now, tell me your name."
"D-Deidara Itwa." He stuttered out.
"Hn, you know who I am right?" he asked.
Deidara nodded.
"You can say it. Just this once, though." He hissed while his eyes narrowed. A warning that he would only allow it once.
"Sasuke?"
Sasuke stepped back, pulling out a pocket knife. His eyes darkened, a sadistic glint appearing within them. Sasuke knew Deidara was terrified of him. It would seem Itachi informed him about the younger Uchiha. His face went blank. "This might hurt a bit."
He snatched up Deidara's left hand and stabbed him harshly in the middle of his palm. The blonde's scream was short but enough to make his blood rush south. His blood dripped onto the carpet floor and Deidara was trying to get out of his painful grip. Sasuke wasn't satisfied, though. He twisted the blade inside of his flesh, hearing the crunch of bones breaking and the smaller man's pained whimpers. Fresh tears trailed down his cheeks and the anguish showed firmly on his small face.
He was satisfied at the look. It was that look that he wanted. He snatched the knife out of Deidara's hand, more blood splattering on the carpet and some of the bed.
"From now on, you can call me Master. Is that understood?" He asked.
Deidara nodded weakly, his face going pale at the blood loss. Sasuke wasn't worried about his condition since he knew someone that could take care of him. He grabbed his injured hand, digging his nails into it while he dragged him downstairs and out the door. A blood trail was left behind them.
The car he got out of was coming up to the curve. He jerked his head for the trunk to open. Deidara was looking fearfully into the car at the cold faces staring straight at him. Sasuke smirked, pushing him towards the now open trunk.
"Get in." he commanded.
Deidara shakily climbed into the trunk, it was spacious enough for his full body. Sasuke glanced around in the neighborhood, making sure no one saw him. He didn't really care but he wanted to surprise his brother first. He slammed the door closed and hopped into the passenger seat.
"Drive." He pulled out his cell phone as the car strutted forward.
"Gaara, did you see any sign of him?"
"I've already seen him."
"Is he there at the coffee shop?"
"Yes."
Sasuke's eyes narrowed in anger. He wanted to ask with whom, but he didn't want Deidara to bleed to death in his trunk. "Anyone that he comes in contact with, I want dead. I already have a captive."
"Anyone?" he could tell Gaara was excited by that idea.
"Hn." He hung up on him. Gaara understood how his mind worked. Anyone that came close or even had a normal conversation with his blonde will be dead. Their blood will be drained for coming in contact with Naruto. He formed a few plans in his head, taking out the photo of Naruto with…a woman. It won't be like that for long.
"Where to, Sasuke?" The brunette driver asked.
"We're going to pay an old friend a visit." He replied darkly.
"Why are you just telling me this?" Ino asked, blue eyes flashing in anger.
Naruto held his hands up in a defensive manner. "I only found out not too long ago! You can't blame me!"
Ino crossed her arms over her chest, glaring at him while she did. "I can't believe you. We're getting married in two months and your rough draft installment is due the day before the wedding! Why didn't you join my company?" She frowned at him, leaving no room for argument.
Naruto sighed. "I'm sorry. Can we just drop it? I can't do anything about it now."
After a few minutes of silence, Ino slouched in her chair and flipped her hair over her shoulder. She looked at him expectantly, and then scowled in annoyance. "Fine. Did you arrange an appointment with my father to pick out the flowers?"
Naruto nodded with a sheepish smile, sipping on his coffee. "Yeah, it was kind of awkward."
Ino's father owned a small flower shop that was actually quite popular. He was surprised when he found out. Inoichi was a friendly enough father-in-law but he had some serious awkward moments with the older blonde. Sometimes he felt like he was being scrutinized under the older man like he knew his deepest and darkest secrets. It always made him nervous when the wise light blue eyes raked over his form. It didn't help that Inoichi was friends with Hiashi Hyuuga, who made the awkward tension even worse.
Naruto at first thought it was just a father being protective over his daughter, wanting the approval from a best friend. Then when he kept looking at Naruto, asking if the relationship with his daughter was still compatible. It didn't make sense to him. He knew he was marrying Ino for the wrong reasons but how would Inoichi know that?
"You act like my dad is going to kill you, Naruto. He's a kind hearted man."
"I understand that." He scratched his head nervously. He couldn't really explain the vibes he got from the older man. "It's a subconscious thing."
She rolled her eyes and smiled at his behavior. It never ceased to amuse her, apparently. "I'm sure that it'll go away after we're married."
Naruto took a hold of her hand a grin appearing on his face. "I'm sure it will. I sent out all the invitations last week."
Ino snorted. "You were supposed to do it last month."
"I know." He frowned. "Did you contact the church?"
"Yes, besides that was my idea. Knowing you, you probably wouldn't be able to set up an appropriate date. Remember I want, peach colors for the theme."
Naruto inwardly winced. He didn't really want to walk down the aisle with a pink tuxedo, but if that's what she wants then he would. They continued to talk, well more like Ino ordering to finish the chores of the upcoming wedding. They still had two months, so he didn't know why she was forcing them to do this now. He had no idea that weddings needed all this planning. He should've gone with Shikamaru's advice and ordered the service of a wedding planner.
Itachi rubbed his temples. His last client was a total annoyance. She was a single mother demanded for things that could possibly be illegal in the government system. Her son kept crying every time she raised her voice. It was clear that he needed to grow up. The brat was spoiled. This headache was killing him.
There was a harsh knock on his door. He cleared his throat and straightened up in his chair.
"Come in."
Two men flashed their badges at him, faces grim and stern. They both wore black trench coats, showing a white shirt, a black tie, a pair of slacks, and dress shoes. The first one that walked in was the first to speak.
"Hello, I'm detective Nagato and this is my partner Yahiko. You are Itachi Uchiha, correct?"
"Yes. Can I ask what this is about?"
"Does Deidara Itwa reside in that home with you?" Yahiko asked ignoring his question.
"Yes. Why do you want to know?" he stood up, feeling his gut clench in fear.
"There was an emergency call from a neighbor after finding blood leading from your house, leading into the street. We have reason to believe that, Deidara Itwa was kidnapped after a skirmish." Nagato said seriously.
Itachi's eyes widened and his throat felt like it was closing up. He croaked out. "He was what?"
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