WOW! i can't believe there is 3 chapters! i never thought this story would go that far to be honest. But here it is! chapter 3! enjoy! hope it was worth the wait!
all the characters in this fanfiction belong to KISHIMOTO! i own none of them!.
"What a dump...I was expecting something more...slightly at least, look at all that damage! I'd say they barely beat that bastard Orochimaru!" "What a pity, I'm ashamed to have been raised in this place. Such a powerful village left in ruin. It's beyond pathetic". Staring out at the living, yet half dead remains of a once mighty hidden village of the leaves. The icy wind passing us without a care, but it carried an eerie feeling. Itachi seemed very edgy getting tenser with every passing minute; he didn't want to return here, but having been raised in the same place as that nine-tails brat, he was the obvious choice. "You sound almost sad seeing it like this" "no....never...let's go...we can't keep the jinchuuriki waiting" "right or the boss for that matter"
After we left the base, Itachi explained the mission at hand. Capture the nine-tail fox demon. failure is not allowed. Our lives probably depended on this. now was the perfect time, the place or what's left of it would be in chaos, desperately trying to find the next Hokage while also keeping it a secret, they didn't want other villages to attack them now. not now. not when they can't defend themselves. No-one would notice if some-one just disappeared without a trace. no-one would care if one unwanted person just went away. they way I see it, we'd be doing them a favour, getting rid of a stupid mistake made in incompetent ignorance. Jinchuuriki's are meant to be hated, meant to be loathed, meant to be...forgotten.
We failed, unexpected events happened which were beyond our control. we lost the Jinchuuriki but I gained valued information. Itachi has a little brother, someone who somehow stayed alive though the slaughter four years ago. but questions began to come into light, he has a little brother, a living brother, why is he alive in the first place!. why was he spared?, he can't be that special. He's not strong, he's not talented. Or smart. To be honest he lacked common since. However something kept him alive and it wasn't Itachi. No. Not him. He's heartless. but what?. Thinking back, the boy looked a lot like his older sibling. Maybe, a little bit too much.
The same milky skin, except the brat was paler, surprisingly. Being a shade quite close, to that of ghost white. The same midnight black hair and how it fell over that almost feminine face, framing it perfectly, although he did have short spiky hair instead of that long black Itachi had. Glowing onyx eyes, a voice of almost pure anger and hatred with determined. Even though it was a quick glance he had that same self-absorbed demeanour, Itachi held around himself, having a look of knowing he can't be destroyed. or at least thinking he can't. Yet that Sasuke had something more than his brother, something much more. if a word had to be picked it would be intense. if comparing the Uchiha siblings, the outcome would be Itachi's quite like black and grey, easily blends in the background and the boy would be black and white, vibrant, sticks out. easy to be seen. Everything about the younger one radiated strong, intense feelings, almost to a sexy level...almost.
"Here you go Itachi, be careful it's just be made" shakily taking the drink from me, his blank eyes held half closed didn't flicker while reserving the gift. They looked plain, more dull then I ever thought possible. Even a endless blackened void contained more life the those dead holes. Yet as time passed, he didn't rise the cup to his lips, just holding it between his hands, like trying to keep warm, or not realizing that something was grasped in those thin bony looking fingers. Time past, yet he just sat there staring blankly at the rising steam with half open, dead onyx orbs. Itachi hadn't spoken since we left in such a hurry away from the nine tails, being chased away by that perverted old bastard and his pathetic jutsu. how...embarrassing.
The sun had long since set, a moon and many stars our only light, other than the dwindling fire, trying to keep us warm and just like us on a mission, failing at it. "Are you....alright Itachi?" - That was stupid; of course he's not alright! next time think before you speak! – Thanks that helped stupid self thoughts. Silence. He is a quiet person normally, a man of very few words, but even he talks! That growing familiar feeling of sorrow seeping itself deep again, grapping everywhere it's cold, painful claws could reach within me. Crackling from the fire was all that could be heard. yet still he didn't move. a blink here and there but other than that...nothing.
Even his eyes became so empty; it seemed the whole world could fit within them. I have to do something. "Itachi...are you...I mean....your being very quiet, It's not like you. I'm really worried" finally he became unstuck in that frozen pose, placing the probably gone cold cup down closer to the heat, pulling those shaky looking knees deep into that almost wheezing chest. rapping thin, twiggy arms tightly around thin shins, finally a motive revealed, burying his ghost kissed coloured face from view. Those legs acting as a barrier, keeping everything, including me at a distance.
"...I'm...Kisame, I...don't know what you want me to say" immense sorrow leaked from him. pure depressive misery. his voice broke on every word, losing all of that monotonous power. what's happened to him? "...Itachi..." something is causing a lot of agony, but what?. It can't be that brat Sasuke. Itachi stopped caring years ago. that's if he's ever cared at all...right?...wait, it did take him awhile to give in to the brats demands for a fight...but what if he does still care?...no...no. It's impossible. He murdered his whole clan!...except his little brother. If...I mean a really big if....he still cared Itachi would of gone insane years ago. or wouldn't be an S rank criminal. an Akatsuki. no. he doesn't care. Itachi has no emotions. he's almost as hollow as...his saddened eyes. something is plaguing him...if I only knew what.
Glancing back, shimmering from the rising heat of the almost dead fire, Itachi glared painfully towards something. as if he sore someone standing there or glancing right through them, holding that hurtful look only a few moments, whispering silent two words, before covering those lonely eyes back up, again hiding from the world once more. "...Itachi..." sighing, while pulling off the cloak of midnight black and blooded crimson red. - I have to let him know I'm here, always here, being bold worked last time. it'll work now...hopefully. Pacing around that minimizing blaze, stopping behind his ridged features. Waiting a moment, to see if a reaction was made. nothing happened. Crouching low, dropping the thick cloth over those legs, making sure only his pitch black sea of hair could be seen.
"you're really cold! drink your tea, it'll warm you up. I don't want you to get sick" "...why?...why are you doing this?" his voice seemed to flow with emotion, pain, hared, suffering, nothing like his normal, pride filled, yet kind of plain monotone. "why?...because-" finally sitting down, placing each leg on either side of his shaking frame, then pulling him back gently, forcing that strong muscled back rest against my chest.
"because I love you Itachi, I'll do anything for you" "I'm not worth loving, Kisame...I'll only destroy everything about you in the end...looking at my...history, it appears it's the only thing I'm good at when other people are included" tiredness, taking over this sound, it appeared he really needs sleep. "that isn't set in stone now is it?" feeling movement from him, glancing over that bitten shoulder, seeing that at least he began sipping at the less steamy drink. "you make some nice tea, Kisame" that Uchiha strength began to return to him. slowly but surely. "Not really, tastes alright, so I guess its drinkable". after a while, he'd finished downing his tea, placing the unwanted container back on the ground, Itachi settled into me again.
"in time...I'll tell you, Kisame...yet...will you wait till then?" finally that beautifully, powerful voice returned, even though it was quieter than normal. but at least he's ok. Smiling, holding him closer, but not knowing what he truly meant "of course. but for now I think it's best if you sleep. stay here if you want" "...alright...thanks...you...pervert" my laughing slightly brought a smile to his tired eyes. "maybe your right...yet no-one would blame me, everyone knows that Itachi Uchiha is beyond gorgeous and hopefully all mine"
Four hours spent doing absolutely nothing, but leaning against a tree, having rough bark press painfully into my spine while, watching the Uchiha sleep peacefully, held tightly within my arms. gentle shallow breathing, being the only movement made by that prince like person. every moment was perfect, yet it must end, we stayed here, in the same place for far too long. being expected soon, nine tails in hand, yet...that didn't quite go to plan...again!. "wake up, Itachi, we best get moving" he began to respond, trying to wriggle closer to me, but also attempting to get away from a nudging, rudely poking his side, disturbing his rest. "...leave me alone...Sasuke...I'm trying to sleep...go train by yourself!"...Sasuke?...so that little brat is causing problems even now...but why?!..."Itachi wake up...I'm not your little brother"
The black hair, shaking slightly as his head raised slowly from it's not so soft pillow. "...Ki...Kisame...where's-" clamping shut, that jaw rudely cutting himself off. knowing that reality hit. Itachi wasn't sleeping peacefully in bed, His little brother trying to get him up to train, while parents slept soundly down the hall...no that had long since past...He ended that part of his life...no...Itachi was with me, resting on uncomfortable covered roots, in the middle of no-where. "...Kisame..."
What hurt the most, more then all that sadness in those eyes, more than that self pitying, sorrowing voice, was the helplessness I felt. Itachi looked like he needed me, needing my comfort yet I felt like there was nothing I could do to kill his pain. "sorry to wake you, but...we have to get back" "...yeah...alright..." shifting around, weak inky black eyes stared deeply into my pale yellow orbs. "It's payback time Kisame" payback time...what is he planning?...payback for wha- !
Shifting limps caught needed attention as thin, but strong legs brushed the sides of my hips, placing his pelvis against mine. warmth could be felt, as pressure was added slowly by the advancing Uchiha. Drawing confused leg limps in, keeping this...him in place. or comfortable. He...I...we...became very...intimate...much too quickly...Itachi opened himself to me... while...I lay between his...him. "...purple...I should of known you'd blush that colour" slick with what could be called...lustful...emotion, his words kissed skin under my half open jaw.
"What are you-" "shhh, please...don't talk...I got branded 'yours'...now it's time you got branded 'mine' " teeth nipped at skin and muscle, gently but held back a passion that wanted to be unleashed, or at least one that was difficult to keep under control. a thick, wet, tip brushing itself against my skin, wanting to taste everything in that small space, held in that mouth, more being pulled into it. "...ahhh...stop it...I'm...your...getting me..." sweet, almost silent laughter escaped him, with words mumbled through clenched teeth "...hard...I can...feel it" more pressure being added, in the flesh, almost wanting to wound my neck roughly, forcing groans of pain to leak out.
"...that...hurts..." he stopped. after a moment, my hurting flesh was released. "now...we're even..." "...what's...gotten into you?..." hazy eyes, blankly stared, yet like a fog clearing, shock explodes across this face, before staggering off me "...forgive...me...I was...am...had...have...I...can't tell...you yet...except...that kind of behaviour...I...you must not know the truth yet!" "truth? what truth?" suddenly that cold, emotionless demeanour settled over those black clothed features again. tense muscles half relaxed, collecting that proud Uchiha appearance. yet holding that dangerous criminal presence required by that coat sitting squarely on his shoulders.
Sharingan eyes, blazed into my soul, weakening every part of it like a deadly plague. demanding complete surrender "Don't ever ask me that again. or else I'll have to kill you before he does.....now no more of this nonsense, they're waiting for us" "...I understand...forgive me...Itachi..." those icy orbs closed leaving me half numb, feeling almost...if it's possible...half dead. Why does he stare like that? does it create a sense of power seeing people squirm under that suffocating invisible vice? either way it shows that he doesn't have any human decency...if any every existed at all, has yet to be questioned.
The days after we returned, Itachi stayed completely away from me, away from everything and everyone. Keeping himself behind a locked door. Leader's reaction to our failure was unexpected, He didn't mind losing the nine-tails...this time. Yet he wasn't pleased with the fact, I went as well. Being told that Itachi was meant to go on his own, leaving me behind like a useless weapon. Deidara couldn't believe it either, If the blonde got his way half the building, if not all of it would of been blown to ashes. yet somehow Sasori stopped that from happening. And that door I forgot to replace had been sorted out by Kakuzu, however he wanted double the amount paid, half of it went to him as payment for his trouble. damn that money hungry bastard.
Deidara became the only company for me, everyone else seemed to either ignore me or send evil looks, like I picked up a disease or something. yet none of that mattered, all I could think about was Itachi, why he acted that way, why he was depressed after seeing his little brother Sasuke, what was the truth he talked about, who was this he person, who'd kill me, if Itachi didn't end my life before hand, none of it made sense. Dei wasn't helping either. He kept on his flirting, yet taking things way too far, wanting things, almost demanding me to take him, use him, fuck him...he was frustrated and wanted me end it. however I never imaged that Deidara was a...slut...well that was what he was acting like anyway.
Dei wanted me to forget about everything other than him and saying that I'm worrying too much, try to relax...relax...yeah right, like that's ever gonna happen with Itachi saying he loves me then turns around and says he'd kill me if I ask 'what's the truth' again. "Kisa darling...are you alright?" "I said stop calling me that, Dei and no. I'm not alright" "you're gonna kill yourself from stress Kisa!...how about you take your anger out on me?" thin, fingers grasp my hair, forcefully pulling into a kiss, but just managing to turn away before contact was made.
"I will not have sex with you Deidara. So please get out. I want to alone" "you will one day...I will not lose you to Uchiha...in the end you'll fuck me and...you'll enjoy it Kisame...and want...need...me...more" letting go, that glistening blue sapphire eye gleamed intently yet full of rage. Before leaving the room. What am I going to do with him?! he just won't take no for an answer!. This must be sorted out and quick. But once he's calmed down, no-one likes getting blown up...well other than him that is.
After a few hours, time was right to talk to Deidara. Time spent trying to think of something to say, yet making it up as I go along seemed like the only option. I did mean what I said. It's about time he realized I'll never see him like that. Turning a corner, heading towards the blonde's room. but fate decided to put my plans on hold.
Standing in the corridor, opposite my raven's room. Itachi held Deidara against the wall, hands firmly gripped around the blonde's throat. "...how...could...Kisa...love you...Uchiha...your heartless...and don't...care...if things...continue...the leader...will...". Painfully Dei gasped, yet that caused hands to grip harder. "All you want is to use Kisame. You're nothing but a whore" "look...who's-" confused haziness washed over that hollow sapphire. Blue gathering across parted lips...he's dying...but I can't do anything about it. Itachi's stronger then I am...Deidara...sorry.
"I'm going to strangle - every - last - bit - of - air -out of your lungs. Watching contently as you die...Kisame won't miss you, Deidara...he has me and that's all that matters. Nothing will happen to him. I'll make sure of that, so pass on taking that secret to your grave" Itachi's words were death itself. those eyes of crimson gleamed calmly, keeping that almost abnormal stare. he may hate me, for it but I have to stop this! "Itachi! you must stop now!" gripping those thin wrists, with enough force to break them if necessary, tearing my raven off Dei. laboured gasping escaped as weak, heavy legs collapsed. causing the artist to heave on the floor, desperately trying to refill oxygen into his starved lungs.
a raven, landed his head into my chest, burying that face from view. "what happened? why were you trying to kill Dei?" sad, black liquid eyes, settled, looking deeply, like only I existed in the world. "tell me later" leaning down, placing a comforting kiss on milky white skin, bring that body into a quick embrace "wait for me in your room, Itachi. I'll be there in a minute". he left slowly, gently closing his barricade. a soft click conforming the Uchiha's departure. "you alright Dei?" "...kind...of...thanks..." "I'll take you to Sasori"
Kneeling down, then gently picking up the artist easily, making sure not to affect his bad breathing anymore. "...you know...there's something about...Uchiha that doesn't add up...right?" "yeah, I realized it a few days ago. Itachi's hiding something serious. but he can keep it to himself. I don't want to know" "I'll tell you...it's something that you must be told...before it's too late" "no...don't...I already know if I ask questions it'll get me killed. and if you told me, you could as well. so no. keep it to yourself. I don't want you to get hurt Dei...or worse"
Walking down the corridor, we remained silent, expect a harsh rasping sound that Deidara's lungs made when air was drawn in and released again. thick, blackening began clouding his skin "for...give...me Kisame...I just...hate seeing you in pain..."looks like he tried to break that neck of yours" "...no...I would...of...died...to quickly...he likes...killing slowly...causes...more...pain...he's a monster" "...maybe...your right" Sasori turned a corner, almost knocking, Dei out of my hands. "Watch...what happened?" "He'll explain. I'm going to get the other side of the story. look after him, for me please Sasori" placing Dei maybe a bit to quickly on the floor, without another word, running back to a confused black raven.
Those eyes, that glance. a stare of a small child...Itachi...that wasn't him...that wasn't my...that wasn't the lonely, depressed little boy I watched grow into a complicated, young man...that wasn't the same man I finally fell for...that wasn't...that couldn't be my...No!...that wasn't my Itachi!...I'll save you...from whatever has happened...I'll add light to your hidden darkness...I'll take away that pain I know is in your eyes!...you'll never been alone...never again!...wait for me...Itachi!...I'll close that gap...I'll build that bridge...anything!...just to be with you...just to see you smile!.
Pushing open the smooth oak door, blackness filled his room...thud..."Itachi!...are you alright?"...thud..."Itachi? Are you in here?"...thud...arms flung themselves around me, clinging tightly, while a face burying itself deeply into a sighing lower chest, "you had me worried, for a second I thought you left" "...sorry...Kisame..." my Uchiha's voice seemed to choke up every word spoken. "...I didn't mean to...he...said such..." "it's alright...calm down" "I want to kill him, it'd make all our lives better" "...yeah well maybe it would but that's something that should be only thought about. Otherwise you'll have the boss and Sasori to deal with" an half awkward silence settled over us. I wanted to ask some questions but, the situation being how it is, didn't seem like the best idea on the planet.
"I wasn't meant to go to Konoha with you, was I?" "...no...you.....weren't...I was meant to go on my own...however I brought you along anyway, which meant going against the leaders direct orders" what?, have I become that useless?! "Why?!...what have I done to deserve that kind of treatment?!" hands freed themselves from the cloth, stepping back, bleeding eyes met my sight "useless...in everyone's eyes you've become useless...beyond useless!...all our recent failures have been blamed on you!...in fact, you're lucky no-one's killed you yet!...the only reason you're not lying dead in a pit somewhere is because of that blonde bastard begged them not to hurt you...he begged on his knees without any pride as a man at all...it's sickening"
Standing straighter, strongly returning his death glance, but feeling like a child could push me over. Yet Itachi's stone like face softened, replacing violent crimson that gentle black washed over his eyes. a thousand years in chains couldn't hurt as much as those words, repeating across my mind...useless...lucky no-one's killed you...Deidara begging on his knees...without any pride as a man...it's sickening...
Soft lips touched mine; pulling attention from the hurtful endless echo, as trembling hands toyed teasingly with the cloth, loosely dropping down my spine. Pulling away slightly, warm breathe replaced the kiss, ghosting over nearby skin, holding onto that gone by touch. "forgive me...I didn't mean to say that...the thought of how they treated you...just makes me so angry...I decided we'd go to...that place...together because I wanted to prove every one wrong, that my Kisame is not useless" ...my Kisame... whispered words soothed, making everything a blur.
Everything, except him. His kiss, that touch, those eyes, a streamlined body now pressing it's self into me. Hands placed firmly on my side. Everything seemed unreal. What's happening? Itachi's actions change so quickly. "would you ever have sex with me?" what?! how can I answer something like that! "answer my question" "it's hard to answer one like that...you'll think I'm a pervert...but yes i would, of course i would, if i could that is" letting go, red steely orbs glanced around the room, turning his back to me. "I heard enough...get out Kisame...and don't come back"
cold again...why...why does he change so much?...it's like he wants me to come close, needing me for something, then changes instantly and pushes me painfully back, almost demanding to see my hurt and confusion, wondering why...the only thing harsher then that would be those eyes that bleed crimson. "...forgive me...Itachi...for whatever I did wrong", leaving his presence, a single word stuck in my mind...why...
well that's it! end of chapter 3! and i'm thinking about re-naming the story what do you think? THANKS FOR READING! please review!
thanks see1like and KHneko! you two helped me sort this chapter out!
