Title; Uchiha Itachiko

Warning; Uchihacest, Possible Violence, Adult Content.

Rated; 'M'

Summary; Modern Day. Itachiko Uchiha was adopted into the Uchiha family when she was a baby, found outside of the Uchiha Mannor gates.

Diclaimor; Not giving her S/N, but Itachiko belongs to a friend I RP with.

Note; Itachiko is a year younger than Sasuke, and six years younger than Itachi. If you don't like the thought of Uchihacest with an OC, turn back now.

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Chapter Three;

Itachiko jumped when she heard her cell go off. She hadn't slept at all the night before because she had no idea where he brother was, and had dozed off into a restless, very light sleep. She looked at her caller ID to see Itachi's picture from a couple weeks ago. He was giving her a small smirk when she had held up the camera, and he had just came from the shower. She answered the call and was about to say something when Itachi cut her off before she could speak. "Itachiko, I'm moving out. I'm coming to get my shit right now. I'm sorry."

"What? Itachi, what happened?"

"Sasuke went running his mouth to Dad and, well, I'm sure you know it didn't go over well after we left last night. Don't worry, I stayed at Deidara's. He's coming to help me get my things."

"You can't..."

"I can't stay there. It'd cause too much trouble." He heard Itachiko sigh and the girl pushed herself from her bed, changing.

"The last time you 'moved out', you got involved in drugs and stuff. Swear you won't ever do it again."

"Only for you." Itachi replied with a hint of a smile in his voice.

"Thank you. I'll meet you at on the porch." She said, putting her phone on speaker phone after locking her door, starting to fix her hair, pulling it back in a half pony tail, pushing the rest over her shoulders to cover the mark. She wore a pair of black and red tripps, with a black, form fitting tank top with a blood red cloud forever stained on the fabric, courtacy of Pein, someone Itachi hung out with.

"Kay. I gotta go now, 'Tachiko. Love ya."

"Love ya too." She replied, hanging up the phone and pulling on her steel toed boots, lacing them up and heading from her room, cell in her pocket, Itachi's old black trnach coat on her shoulders, handed down to her from said Uchiha himself. It drug along the floor a bit, but she didn't care. Sasuke watched her walk out onto the porch and smirked, following her out. Once out on the porch, Sasuke folded his arms behind his head, staring out at the yard.

"What's the matter, Itachiko?"

"I hate you."

"Aw, mad because Itachi got in trouble for trying to mess with you?"

"Get bent." She muttered, staring blankly over the yard, waiting for Itachi.

"If Itachi won't spend any time with me, he'll never get that time with you." Sasuke added, looking over in time to see a fist flying at his face, but not in enough time to dodge it. He landed back on his back and stared up at her with a busted lip and a throbbing cheek.

"You're such a bastard! I fucking hate you!" She snapped, about ready to kick Sasuke in the ribs when she heard a voice.

"Itachiko! Don't stoop to his level!" She heard Itachi snap at her and turned real fast. She ran down the steps and latched herself to him, burrying her face in his chest. She felt him wrap his arms around her and kiss the top of her head. "Sorry, Baby sister." He said. Sasuke sat up and watched them a moment. He watched as Itachi rested his hand ontop of her head, getting her to look up, giving her a smile no one had ever got to see unless it was an extremely rare occasion. It made jealousy and hate towards Itachiko shoot through Sasuke's veins. Why does Itachi like her better than me? I'm his flesh and blood for God's sake! Sasuke thought, glaring at them.

He blinked and the glare faded when Itachi looked up with a small glare. The three at the car started into the house and Itachi said nothing to Sasuke, and didn't even throw him so much as a small glance. Inside now, Itachi was now in his room, shutting down his computer and unplugging his stereo system. Itachi was helping Deidara pack some of his clothes when Fugaku and Mikoto walked into the room after hearing several crashes to see a bunch of picture frames and glass vases smashed and all over the floor. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Fugaku asked.

"Moving out. You can't stop me from taking any of this shit either. It's all in my name." Itachi replied without even looking up as he pulled the plug on his computer, glancing over. "After all, you've wanted me out ever since I was eighteen, right?" Itachi asked, walking over to the file cabinant, pulling out the contract he had made with Fugaku that stated the man couldn't throw him out since he had been paying rent, and lit it on fire, dropping it out his window.

"Itachi, please. You don't have to leave, you know." Mikoto said. Itachi shot her a small glare and turned to help pack his clothes, the other two remaining silent as they did the same.

"Spare me. You're worried about me being alone with Itachiko, so if I move out, it'll give you less to worry about." Itachi said, slamming his suit case closed, looking up to Deidara. "Start grabbing my computer and Itachiko and I will take the bags out." Deidara nodded and they all started to take things out. Sasuke was now sitting on the porch swing and blinked when he saw Itachi, Itachiko and Deidara carrying his things out.

"Where are you going?"

"Moving out." Itachi replied in a deadpan voice. He watched as the bags were thrown carelessly in the trunk and the computer placed carefully in the back seat just as a red car pulled up, followed by a lighter blue, car. Konan, Sasori and Pein all came up and in no time, Itachi's stuff was in his car, Deidara's car, Sasori's car and Konan's car. Itachi rested his hand on top of Itachiko's head and smiled a bit. "I'll call you when I can, kay?" She nodded and turned to Konan.

"Don't let him drink too much, kay?"

"I won't." Konan replied with a small smile and they were off to take Itachi's shit back to his house. All four cars pulled from the drive, one at a time, and Itachiko turned a glare to Sasuke.

"Stay as far away from me as you can, or I'll rip out your insides and feed them to you." She growled, storming into the house, locking herself in Itachi's old room, where he had left his bed, bed sheets and pillows, along with a note.She folded her arms under the pillows and felt the note, pulling it out.

Itachiko,

I'm gonna get drunk tonight, but Kisame's gonna be driving, so you don't have to worry about

me drinking and driving. I'll call you before I get too drunk, to let you know how I'm doing. I love

you, a lot, so I won't ever do anything to hurt you. If you get too worried about me, call me as

much as you need to, kay? And in the attic, there's some old things of mine, keep them. Kay?

I'm not gone permanately, I'll find ways to meet up with you, so we can sneak some time together,

but we have to do the best we can to keep people from finding out, so don't let anyone get a hold

of this letter, alright?

Love you,

Love,

Itachi. ;-

Itachiko smiled and folded the letter back up, putting it in her coat pocket before heading to her room to blare her radio. She blinked when she heard the song that had played. A CD Itachi had made for her a few months back. She just realized then what it had meant. 'I Do Cheerish You' by 68 Degreese played and she smiled, turning it up as loud as it went, hopping onto her computer to type on her MySpace page, singing along with the song as she did so. All of a sudden, every little thing Itachi had done for her, and every look he had thrown her started to make sense.

The smirks he shot her when she was dancing around in one of her, as her parents put it, slutty out fits. The way he would randomly stare at her when she had just got out of the shower and her hair was a bit on the wavy side, sticking to her face. The way his fingers brushed ever so slightly against her skin when he would push her hair from her face when it started to annoy him. The way he talked to her, how he'd let her always sleep in his room, even when he had had an extremely bad day, the way he'd cheer her up when something went wrong and...

Oh. My. God. I wasn't dreaming a few months ago when it felt like he had kissed me when I damn near fell and he caught me. She palmed her forehead for being so ignorant to all of this.

A few hours passed and Itachi was barely able to sit up right. He was already reaching for another shot of vodka when a hand rested on his wrist and he looked up to see Konan. "You haven't called Itachiko yet."

"Hm? Oh, fucktard..." Itachi slurred, swaying as he reached for his phone, hitting one on his speed dial to call Itachiko.

"Itachi?"

"Heya, babii gurl..." Itachi said, leaning back into the couch. "How's ya?"

"You're drunk, aren't you?" Itachiko asked in a sad tone.

"Mhm..." Itachi replied. He felt bad, but he couldn't lie to the girl. "Srry..." He slurred.

"It's fine...But I'm calling you in the morning to yell at you."

"Mm, dun be cruel..."

"You promised." She huffed, spinning in the desk chair.

"I said sorreh..." Itachi replied, getting a sigh from the girl.

"You should...Just have fun. I'll call you in the morning."

"Bu' I wanna talk to ya. Sneak out yer window, and meet us up at the park. I'ma bring ya here."

"Are you sure it's alright?"

"If ya permise, not tah drink."

"Swear! See ya soon!" She chirped hanging up. Itachi turned to Kisame and smirked.

"Oh no."

"C'mon, 'Tachiko wants to come over."

"No."

"Then I'll go get 'er."

"I'll take you." Konan said, snatching the keys from Itachi, who had managed to snatch them from Kisame. Ten minutes later they met up with Itachiko at the park, and Itachi had climbed in the back with her.

Five minutes into the drive back and the two were making out. Konan shook her head and took note that she was gonna have to keep close watch over Itachi that night, so he wouldn't try anything with the girl. Itachiko had murred when Itachi had first pulled her into a kiss because of the taste of alcohol, but got use to it, and continued their make out session. Five minutes after that, Konan had pulled into the drive and Itachiko broke the kiss, smiling at Itachi, who had groaned in protest, but did nothing more. They went back inside and Itachi went back to drinking with Pein, Deidara, Sasori and Orochimaru with Itachiko in his lap.

A good three hours later, Itachi decided to call it a night and went to a spare room with Itachiko. But sleep was the farthest thing from his mind at the moment. As soon as he had stripped down to pajama pants, and Itachiko had changed, he was pretty much on top of her, between her legs, the two once again having a make out session. After five minutes, Itachi's body acted on it's own, or the alcohol had gotten to his brain, and pushed his hips into Itachiko's, causing both of them to moan into the kiss. Itachiko's heart skipped a beat and she opened her eyes a bit to look up at her brother, who had broke the kiss. She couldn't tell if he was too lost in the alocohol, of if he was giving her an apologetic look before he pulled her back into a kiss.

She wasn't thinking about it at all. A few minutes later she mewed a bit when she felt his hand travel along her stomach, but her attention was drawn back up to the hand that was now caressing one of her breasts. She didn't feel the finger slip into her until it was too late, letting out a small squeak as she went to grab his wrist, staring up at him, her breath hitching in her throat from the surprise. Itachi stared back down at her with a bit of a confused look. "Itachi..."

"Just this once..." Itachi pretty much asked. She was debating. She loved her brother, but was unsure of this. She didn't feel preasured to, and Itachi was making it clear that she really didn't have to if she didn't want to by pulling his hand back. She bit back a small noise, tightening her hold on his wrist, giving a small nod.

"A-All right..." She said. Itachi shook his head a bit.

"You're not ready."

"But..."

"The tone of your voice."

"No, really, Itachi, please." She whispered, leaning up and pulling him back into a kiss, wrapping her arms around his waist, pulling his hips into hers again. This only caused Itachi to give a small gasp and moan into the kiss. His mind was screaming at him that it was wrong, but he didn't listen and about five minutes later, the two were completely undressed and pulled back into a deep kiss. He repositioned himself between her legs, pressing the head of his cock against her entrace, causing her to gasp. He reached up and cupped her cheek with one hand, running his thumb along her cheek with a small smile. She smiled back and nodded, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

Itachi started to push into her. He felt her tense up as her eyes shut tightly, burrying her face into the crook of his neck. "Relax, baby." He whispered. Itachiko gave a small nod and forced herself to relax, whimpering as Itachi continued to push into her, tears sliding down her cheeks from the pain. He paused once he was all the way inside of her, leaning up a bit to kiss the corner of her eye, licking at the salty liquid that had made a dark streak down her flawless skin. He smiled up at him and leaned up, pulling him into a kiss, mewing once he started to pull back a bit before pushing back in, slowly, repeating this a few times to get her use to his size.

A couple minutes later, her breathing picked up to pants and Itachi took that as a good sign and started to move a bit faster. Before too long, Itachiko's breathing picked up to pants, as well as Itachi's. He picked up his pace a bit more, causing a moan to escape her lips. Before too long, her moans could be heard down the hall as he started to thrust into her harder, slowly coming closer to his climax. Konan heard a small scream from the other room and stood from her spot in the chair in the front room and started down the hall. No one else took note to this and thought she just had to use the bathroom.

She stopped outside of the room Itachi used and her eyes narrowed. What the fuck is the matter with him?! That's his baby sister! She thought. She had accepted that Itachi loved the girl more than he really should. She thought he had more respect for the girl than this though. She knew it really wasn't his fault, he never could control himself when he was drunk, but he had gone too far. She shoved the door open, making sure it slammed against the wall, causing them both to jump and Itachi to pull away from Itachiko. She glared at him and folded her arms