Summary: a curse from centuries ago still troubles a family. A broken wedding separated and tortured lovers. The sleepwalker is eternal, he is forever, because there will never be an end. . .

a/n: ok, thank you all who have reveiwed, alerted or faved my new story! yay!! so people know, the begining of this is in the here and now. it might seem like it was starting from the last chapter, bt it's not, kakashi. . . well, you'll have to read latter chapters to find out!

disclaimer: i do not own, except for the idea! . . . ok, maybe not that either. .. damn pickles!

warning: torcher, mildly loose use of 'rape', cheating, curseing, curses, sex, voilence, . . . and for the oment thats all i can think of. you don't like, STILL READ! no, i'm jking, you don't like don't read.

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The man hung from the wall, his feet just barely touching the floor, his wrists were covered in heavy chains, red and bleeding. His shirt was barely there, just a little cloth that covered his shoulders, and you could see the slashes that bleed, the scars that had been reopened, and the yellowish black bruises that were only starting to heal. His once spiky silver hair now hung down to just past his shoulders, dark grey from being unwashed and covered in blood and dirt. His face that was once covered in a mask could now be seen for all to see, the mystery removed. Nothing was wrong, everything was fine on his face, not even a five a clock shadow there. His one red eye pieced the dark room, the only thing that could be seen from the distance of the other side of the room.

But now, his head was down, his eyes unmoving from a shacking, sobbing figure in the far corner. The blue eyes that started at him danced with laughter, a wide smirk twisting his once innocent and naïve features of happy sun shine. He raised the whip again, and licked it before bringing it back down, the snap almost unheard from the howl of inhuman pain, and heart breaking sob.

Blue eyes turned to the brown haired man that had sunk to the ground, his soft brown eyes drowned in tears, his mouth covered by his two hands. The blonde haired man dropped the whip, tuting the man as he walked over to him, and kneeled inches away.

"What did I say iruka." He whispered, and the man's eyes turned to him. Begging him, pleading with him. It made it sick, but he locked it away, staring him straight in the eye. "You scream and it makes it worse for him." He whimpered at the man's words, and removed his hands, reaching for the man, gripping his white sleeves.

"Naruto. . . Naruto-sama, please, please stop." He begged his voice hoarse and harsh in its whisper, filled with desperation. Naruto's eyes narrowed.

"Why? Tell me iruka, why?" he said, his voice raising. The man looked down, and mumbled something. Naruto grabbed his chin and thrust his head up, making him stare him in the eye. "What, I did catch that." He said knocking his head against the wall. Even if he had been torturing the other man in the room, he was gentle with iruka. He had always been, and though he hated it, he probably always would be.

"Because I love him!" he cried out, closing his eyes. Naruto closed his eyes as though he had been slapped, and did just that. He released iruka, and slapped his across the face, the red welt instantly showing up, but it didn't get a rise out of the man who stared lifelessly at the ground.

"I love him. . ." he murmured uselessly. Chains rattled, and Naruto stood, turning slowly to the bound man.

"Iruka, iruka." He whispered feverishly, straining against his shackles. He glared at him, before his expression softened, and he kneeled besides the broken man again, except that this time he hurried him to his feet, wrapping his arm around his waist, and he leaned in close, nuzzling him, and nibbling lightly on his neck. He turned their back to the struggling man, and smirked when iruka let out a moan. The door opened, and the silver haired man shouted, pleaded, but it was always in one word.

"Iruka, iruka, iruka, iruka, iruka, IRUKA!"

The door shut out his screams, and iruka moaned again, but it hurt Naruto. Such forgiveness, such loyal ness.

"Kakashi. . ."

How did you give or even be worthy of such a thing?

Sasuke sat up in bed, even in the dark room his eyes searched out for his dark pink haired lover, but she was nowhere to be seen, and the place beside him was cold. He frowned, before running a hand through his black hair, stopping for a second to scratch his head. He got out of bed, stopping for a second to stretch, his back arching like a cat's, before making his way to his dresser. He pulled out some cloths, barely looking at what he had picked, and walked over to the bathroom, the door closing with a snap behind him.

He left the door open, some steam coming out with him as he stepped to the exit of the room, absentmindedly tossing his towel into the laundry basket beside the door. The rest of the house was dark, but the kitchen light was one, and he saw his pink haired fiancé sitting stiffly at the table. He cocked an eyebrow when she took no notice of him, and walked over to her, resting his hands on her shoulders.

"Sakura." He said, his words tickling her ear, and she jumped slightly, held in her spot by her raven lover. She turned her head, looking up at Sasuke, and smiled softly, apologetically.

"I'm sorry. Just thinking." She said, turning back to the cup of coffee in front her, a small puddle of it from when she jumped.

"About what?" he asked, taking a seat beside her. She just smiled, and standing, kissed him on the cheek.

"Nothing. Just work and stuff." She said, dumping out her full cup of coffee, and grabbed her peruse from the table. "I have to work late tonight, so don't wait up, kay?" she said, but didn't wait for his response as she left, the door basically slamming it shut behind her.

Sasuke's frown grew, and he had half a mind to go after her, demand from her what was wrong, but a quick look at the clock showed he had no time for a lovers quarrel, and it would just have to be solved when she got home. Or him.

He sighed, slipping on his shoes, the sneakers easily coming on to his feet. He pulled up the blue jeans he wore so they wouldn't get caught in his shoes, and exited the apartment. It was warm out side, a reason he put nothing over the tight T he wore, the sky cloudy, and yet the dew and rain drying from the grass, but he ignored it, favoring the thought of what Mr. Uzumaki might want.

He stepped up to the car he had received on his twentieth birthday, and unlocked it, sliding smoothly into the driver's seat. Sighing, the car roared into life, and his radio blared his favorite band as he pulled out from the complex.

Hey, Hey!
If it was up to me
I would've figured you out
Way before the year clocked out
Oh, I hope you're waiting

Itachi stepped out of the car like he had years ago. Months, weeks, and even days ago, the experience always repeating. The dark stone seemed to bare down on him, and the door seemed so much larger than him, even though now he was a grown man. It all seemed to try to warn him, but it didn't matter. He came back always to see the dark light that was hidden away. His devil and yet his god, His demonic lover. Except this time, this time-

"Itachi! What are you standing there for?!" the angry voice of his little bother broke through his thoughts. He almost growled, almost slapped him, stabbed him, he wanted to kill him, but he knew he couldn't, so he settled for ignoring him.

He walked calmly to the large wooden door, but before he could get there a man with brown haired pulled back into a pony tail and a scar across his nose opened it. He bowed already knowing who and -oddly enough- what was there.

"Welcome dorei Itachi, Sasuke." He said, and both Sasuke and Itachi raised an eyebrow, but Itachi's was with anger, and confusion, while Sasuke's was just with confusion.

"What did-" Sasuke started, but was cut off when Itachi spoke, standing in front of the man.

"iruka." He greeted before stepping passed the man and into the gothic decorated mansion. "Is he in the-"

"No. he's waiting on the patio for such an important guest." He said, and Itachi looked away his fists tightening, but his expression was its usual empty indifference. Sasuke came in behind him, nodding to the man, and followed his brother as he led him through the house. He wondered briefly why his brother was so well accustomed to the Uzumaki house, but he could find no answer, or theory, so he ignored it, finding it a useless piece of information.

He was lead to a large room that seemed like it had one time been used for balls and such, the ceiling painted and a large gold and crystal chandelier dangling from it. The floor was a beautiful white marble, but there was a large blood red carpet over top of it, embroiled with many different designs, in a sense a picture book with its pages all spread out. Sasuke only got a brief look at it, but noticed he wasn't the only one as the man named iruka took a side ways glance at it, but hurriedly looked away, afraid of looking at it for too long.

On the far side of the room was a glass wall, and in the wall large double doors that opened up to a large patio, with steps that lead to a wonderful garden that looked like it was a maze for lovers. Everything was in perfect shape, nothing out of place on the bushes, no weeds or anything. The glass doors were wide open, letting the warm air blow through the room, the breeze ruffling both Itachi's, his, and Iuka's hair.

Iruka speed up, moving quickly through the room, and out the door not waiting for either raven. He stopped beside a white wicker chair that had spiky hair coming from the top. Sensual chucking could be heard from the chair, and both Uchiha's shivered, though Sasuke didn't notice it. Their foot steps were muffled on the carpet, but their loud twin thuds could be heard on the floor no matter how hard Sasuke tried to soften his.

They passed through the double doors, and Sasuke shivered at the voice that was directed at them. It felt like the breathe of a lover that had gone away and just returned. Like a wisp of wind. Like. . . like. . .

He didn't know what.

He did know though that it made him feel safe, feel breathless and constrained. Feel weightless, chainless, and timeless. It made him free.

"Sasuke it's a pleasure to meet you." the man said, standing from his chair, and turning around so they could face him. He held out his hand, his face blank and yet, and yet. . .?

He had bright golden hair that was spiky on top, and in front, but was in silky strains down his back, coming to his butt. His blue eyes were bright, giving the impression of a flame incased in ice. The blue was unnamable, neither sky, nor deep sea, not even a sapphire could compare to such a color of blue. His skin was a nature tan, only one person in the room not knowing how far it went, and on each cheek was three black scars. In a white button up shirt, and white khakis, the Uzumaki reminded him of a tiger, golden main, or . . . a fox.

A fox? He thought in confusion, but then yes, yes he did look like a fox, even if he had no idea where the thought came from.

The man smirked at him, as though knowing where his thoughts came from, what they were, and the answers to them.

"It's a pleasure Mr. Uzumaki." Sasuke said stiffly as he walked over to the man, taking his hand and shaking it. The skin was smooth, flawless and soft, yet firm and strong.

"Please, call me Naruto." He said before gesturing to the other wicker chairs around the glass table he sat at. "Have a seat, Itachi tells me you're getting married."

Sasuke raised an eyebrow as he took his seat, his dark eyes flickering to the blank expression of his brother, whose gaze was, for some reason, also dark.

"Yes Naruto-sama, but I don't think that we should-"

"Yes, I agree. My apology." He said, blue eyes staring intently at him, watching even his slightest movements. "Have you seen the house?" he asked, waving his hand at the large mansion looking castle behind him.

"um, no." he said his eyes once again flickering to Itachi who sat across from him, who sat. . . unnecessarily, inexcusably close to the blonde, Naruto. His eyes narrowed slightly, and an elegant eyebrow became covered by his bangs as it rose up. Naruto noticed it, and smirked, before standing.

"Let me show you it."

A/N: i wanted to finish the chapter. . . it's proably short, but --- all well!

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