Chapter One:

Introducing: My brother

Sasuke was not too interested in what happened to his brother, or what anyone thought about his carelessness. The only thing he was really interested in had just left the room. Itachi looked at him angrily. He just smiled and acted as if he didn't notice. But not without making it obvious he was just faking that. Why would he care anyways? It was just fun. He got up from the bed and without looking back announced he would wait at the car, because it was just too boring for him to take, and also the room stank. Then he closed the door behind his arrogantly uplifted ass. The tight black leather snuggled softly against his skin as he stalked through the hallways. He smiled, because he totally knew he looked so fabulous in the middle of all these sickly people. He knew he was shining, bursting with health and beauty. Not that he didn't attract attention on a normal road, but he seemed even more awesome next to those greenish-pale cripples. Not even that disgusting hospital-light could harm his perfection. Now he just needed to find something that would entertain him for the day. Or his uncle of course. And said person didn't let him wait. He had just walked around two or three corners to find him sitting on a bench next to a surgery room. He had his face buried in his hands and made it look like he had someone in there at the edge of dying. Sasuke hesitated not a second and placed himself as close as possible to the other. "Hey, uncle Madara." He said cheerily. The man didn't react at all. Sasuke didn't mind it though. "Well, Itachi really is a failure, huh? Guess he's a basket case." "Shut up, little bitch!" Madara jumped up and roughly shoved him away. "Aren't you ever ashamed of what you do? Talking like this about your own brother?!" The ravens voice echoed through the hallways. Sasuke stared at him with indignation, albeit not shame. "Well I wouldn't talk about being a shame." He stated and grinned at the bewildered face of the elder. "You-" Silence. Even the nurse at the station obviously felt awkward. "The only one who's really a shame is you, having no clue about anything but still acting as if you were infallible." The way Madara said those comparably benign words showed clearly that he was only holding back because they were in public. It also clearly expressed his hatred, despise, and the fact that he was grossed out by the boy. And that he was pissed to no end. But after all, Sasuke had no clue how bad this could get.

~xXx~

Itachi looked at the doctor. "So, if that's all you just need to stay overnight. If nothing bad happens you can go home then." The man in the white coat closed his clipboard and nodded at the direction of his mother. Then he turned around and left the room together with the rest of the round. Stricken silence filled the room. Mikoto stared at her son, while the boy only stared out the window. The woman's look grew more intensive. Itachi stared constantly. The atmosphere grew heavier by the second. Yet the proud Uchiha didn't perceive to be the first one to speak, considering she tried hardly to hold back and not yell at her son. Then finally, he raised his voice. "That was unfair, mom." "What?!" "The way you screamed at him." "The w-w-What?!" "It wasn't his fault. He didn't do anything." "Itachi, that's not the issue we should discuss now. Don't you think you should have better things to say?" Itachi didn't answer, didn't look at her. "Itachi, just what has gotten into you to do something that stupid?" Mikoto got up and walked over. She sat down next to the raven haired boy and hugged him. She had noticed the tears that filled his eyes. "Don't worry baby." She pressed his face on her chest and softly stroked his hair. "I don't blame you darling." Itachi began shaking. What his mother said was so wrong. She was so wrong. She had no clue. No clue what had happened, no clue what he thought, what he felt. But he couldn't tell her. No matter how hard he tried, how badly he wanted to, he just couldn't explain. He knew it was unfair on her, unfair on his father, and unfair to his uncle. So he just shivered in his mothers arms and felt even more lonely than the night before.

~xXx~

He had left. And he was glad about it. With gritted teeth and clenched fists he had still managed to leave. He bit his lips in anger and frustration. How could one single person host so much vileness? He breathed in slowly and then let the air stream out loudly. One misery followed the other. He had left Sasuke standing in the hallway without harming him, physically or mentally. In another situation he would now be proud, having simply walked away instead of causing trouble, but now he was close to crying. He sat in the cafeteria and stared holes in the air. He guessed he would better leave the hospital. He knew he wasn't wished for here. Not in his family. Not anymore. But he didn't want to leave. It hadn't been planed like this. He never wanted this mess to happen. Still it was his fault. He had started it. He hadn't payed enough attention. He should have known better. And now there he was, had again ruined something that was important. But this time it was even worse. Because it hadn't only been his life he had put in danger. He let his head sink on the table and buried his face in his arms. Once again he cursed his life. Then he jumped at a sound close to his ear. "Excuse me, can I help you?" He rose his head in shock to the familiar voice. He looked at delicate features, surrounded by silky black hair. At skin he knew was soft, eyes so deep and dark, so caring and loving. Even though he didn't know the stranger that agonized there, he would still want to help him. He would still care and try to comfort the man. Madara knew this. "Oh-I-I" He faltered. He couldn't tell him. He loved him too much. He had broken his heart once. He wouldn't do it a second time. "Well, my...my brother had an accident." "Oh, I'm sorry. My name is Izuna. May I sit down?" The Uchiha nodded. "Well, I'm waiting for my Sister. My nephew is in here. But it's nothing bad she said. So I have time!" He said cheerily. The man looked at the smiling one with tired eyes. "What happened?" His voice sounded soft and caring, encouraging. "Car crash. I don't really know what happened. He's not badly hurt, but-" Madara stopped again. His voice cracked. Why was he saying this? Why was he telling Izuna about what had happened to him? He felt a hand on his shoulder. A soft and sympathetic look welcomed him. He realized that he probably looked worse than he had thought. "He's lost his memory." he said quietly. His voice lacked power. It sounded raw. "He doesn't recognize me."

~xXx~

Sasuke pouted. How could this sexy bastard dare ditching him like this? He growled. And why did it turn him on? He slowly stalked through the hallway, not really having a destination. That asshole. Sasuke was sure he would someday talk him round. "I mean, how would he resist me~?" he purred and stopped. "You just wait, uncle Mada, I will get you to love me. Love me all night long with that sexy, tasty ass of yours. And I will make it unforgettable." He moaned. And stopped. Alongside the hallway there stood a boy and looked at him. Sceptically. "What?!" The Uchiha yelled. The blonde boy looked even more sceptically. He noticed the shield `Pediatric ward` at the wall. Alright, damn. "Hey, what're you looking at?!" He turned on his heels and stormed away. This was his uncles fault again! Bastard! Sexy douchebag! Damn, he was so hot! Sasuke gulped. That handsome asshole didn't even deserve him. But that wasn't the reason for Sasuke's desire. He wanted to own him. He wanted him to be his, only his. And he wanted him to want him. To want to own him too. He wanted him to desire him. Sasuke purred. He would let him go crazy to fuck him. He would turn him into an obeying, begging slave that pleaded to be allowed to touch his master. He would make him bark like a dog whenever he wanted him to. He would make him strip, slowly, show him all of that delicious, perfect skin, that well-trained body, those scars on his sexy back. Sasuke groaned. His pants grew noticeably tight. He hissed out.