"You bastard, if it wasn't for that shit-head brother of yours, your mother would still be here!" He screamed.
Enough, enough of this life... No more beatings, no more hurt…BANG!
I stumbled up. My body trembling at an incredibly uneasy rate. What have I done? I looked down at the body lying lifeless on my bedroom floor, dark scarlet began to pour from the flesh torn wound.
"I… I shot him…" What the fuck had I done? I shot my own father… I really shot him.
The bang was loud and I knew that it would have been heard. I turned my attention to Sasuke, I didn't want him to see this. I flashed my eyes down to my father, then jumped over him as I dashed to Sasuke's room.
I swung open the door, Sasuke was sat on the edge of his bed. His eyes were wide and looked scared. I shut the door behind me and gave my little brother a sympathetic look, "Sasuke…" I cooed as I walked towards my trembling brother. I too was trembling, my hands uneasy and every muscle in my body was twitching. As well as my shoulder and arm, it killed like a bitch from the shot. "Shhh, go back to sleep." I whispered softly, sitting next to my brother on his bed as I wrapped my arm around him. Pulling him into my chest as I let my thumbs rub at his shoulders to comfort his body, we were both shaking.
I comforted Sasuke enough and put the 12 year old back to bed before returning to the scene of my father's death. The death I caused.
I had killed many times, of course I had, I was in the Mafia. But nothing could have prepared me for murdering my own father. I had no idea what to do, so I decided to call a close friends I had made in the mafia.
Through my trembling, I managed to dial the number of the very person I had befriended, whom encouraged me to join the Mafia in the first place.
"Deidara, I need your help!" I panted. My voice was uneasy due to the erratic beating of my heart within my chest. I hadn't felt like this in ages…
Deidara didn't waste time asking what the matter was, and rushed over to the house.
We both stood over my father's dead body. It looked disgusting. The bleeding had prolonged, and I was shocked that I got a clear shot of his chest. But since I shot him, the blood had continued to spread. The blood draining from my father's body as he lay in a pool of his own blood. Blood I had drawn.
"Deidara, what do I do!" I panicked, gripping to the strands of my dark hair.
"Calm down." Deidara replied, raising a hand to me as he stared at my father's body. No matter how sick it looked, you couldn't take your eyes away from it, no matter how much you actually wanted to. "Well, we've dealt with many deaths before Itachi. I'll just call up the others and we'll sort this mess out, okay?" He reassured me as he turned to face me. I was still panicking; I couldn't rest until the body was out! "Okay?" Deidara yelled to snap me out of my panic.
"Okay…" I whimpered back, breathing heavily as I did. My chest was still heaving as my heart beat slowly went back down to normal.
Deidara promised to get the body out by tonight and told me not to worry about anything. After all, we were the best gang of gangsters in the city.
I tried to reassure myself, allowing my fellow members to help me get rid of any evidence as well as my father's now rotting corpse. I stumbled into Sasuke's room, I just hoped Sasuke would be okay. I sat at the edge of his bed, running my fingers continuously through the raven black hair as I watched his cute, sleeping face.
I had always loved Sasuke, sometimes in a way a brother shouldn't. I longed to touch Sasuke, to feel him and hold him in darker ways. He had been the object of my sexual desires since I was 12, but I didn't want to touch him and to express my desired feelings for him. He was still a baby to me, and I couldn't ruin our relationship with my sick and twisted desires.
I had fallen asleep on Sasuke's bed, waking up to find myself alone. I quickly jumped up, where's Sasuke?
"Good morning nii-san" I heard Sasuke say from behind me, I twisted my body to the side. He was still in his dark blue pyjamas.
"Oh, good morning Sasuke." I mumbled, rubbing my eyes.
"Itachi… where's dad?" Sasuke asked, furrowing his brows as his lips began to tremble.
Shit, I didn't think about how I'd tell Sasuke where our father was. I didn't think he'd miss him in anyways. All he did was ignore Sasuke. And if he wasn't ignoring him, he was yelling at him, or throwing things at him, blaming him for the death of our mother, and occasionally hitting him before I'd step in.
"He, erm," I began before Sasuke walked over to his bed, plonking his body beside mine.
"He left this note…" He cried, rubbing his right eye and handing me a note with the other.
Dear Itachi and Sasuke
I have finally reached my limits.
I can no longer withstand my life without your mother, Mikoto. Therefore I have taken my own life, leaving you this note as proof that my death was suicide. I would like to apologise Itachi and Sasuke. I'm sorry I was never a suitable father, but now that I'm gone I hope you two will grow up better without me. And grow to be better men than I was.
Fugaku
It really sounded like my father. So this was there idea to cover up the death? It was better than having my dad's death on my hands.
"I know he was a rubbish dad Itachi… but will everything be fine without him? I kind of miss him now that I know he's dead." Sasuke sobbed softly.
I shuffled closer to Sasuke, pulling him into my arms as I embraced him lovingly. "Of course everything will be fine without him, I'm here. I practically looked after you since you were at least 2!" I chuckled softly as I stroked his back. "Yeah," I didn't know what to say to the last part. Sasuke would miss him? That man was a bastard, he deserved to die.
"Now that dad's dead… does that mean we're orphans Itachi?" I heard Sasuke muffle into my chest.
"Yes, we are. But, I'm at age to be your legal guardian. Good thing I'm turning 18 next week, otherwise we'd be in some poor children's home, waiting to be adopted…" I smiled, reassuring my brother that I was still here, to love and care for him like I always promised.
I kept him cradled in my arms, hugging my brother's small body in my arms. We were finally free, free of Fugaku and his beatings. Now it was just me and Sasuke forever.
To be continued-
A/N: So what do you think so far? Is it going okay? I don't plan to make this a romantic and loving fanfic like most of my others. This fic is a bit of an experiment for me should I say, hahah
But I can't promise a happy ending.
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