Summary: It was the year 1780 and a talented pianist, with a short tempered brother, who put his heart and soul into his playing meets a mute blonde young man with a rough past, who just doesn't seem to leave him alone. Will he ever get rid of this man? Or, does he really want to when the time comes? Yaoi, Narusasu, SasuNaru, AU

Warnings: Yaoi (Boy x Boy), some violence, mentions of abuse(maybe flashbacks to it, I don't know yet.) Rated for a reason.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto in any way.

Author's note: Sorry for the delay guys! I know I didn't upload when I said I would… But here is the next chapter! Thank you to all who reviewed, it really helps me continue this story!

Chapter 3

The following day Sasuke stood before the closed front door with his hand on the doorknob. He was hesitant to go outside, afraid of the unknown. He did not what had happened when the door was shut the night before, but he did hear a lot from outside. Some which he had rather not heard.
Taking in a deep breath, Sasuke finally made up his mind and opened the door. It was a quiet morning with no one else in sight since it was still fairly early. The pianist made his way towards where he remembered the boy going last night. He looked around at first but did not see the blonde boy anywhere, not even behind the house near the small forest. Sasuke sighed and feared he might have gone away by now. It would have been logical to say the least. Who else would want to stay in the same place they got beat up?
Sasuke stopped walking and turned around to make his way back into the house when he looked down at the ground and noticed some blood spatters. This made him frown but curious nonetheless. Sasuke started following the trail of blood towards the trees behind his house. A voice in his head was telling him to stop walking and turn around fast, but he ignored it and continued his way.

Sasuke entered the forest and looked around for a bit. He did not like this forest at all. It was here that his parents got murdered and somehow Sasuke felt as if the killer would just appear out of nowhere to kill him off as well. Nonetheless, Sasuke started following the trail again. He saw that the ground was messy in some places and he figured the boy had fallen down at some point. The pianist shuddered. He did not want to think of what could have possibly happened to the boy after the door was shut.

His only way out.

Sasuke stopped walking. He had failed the boy, shutting off his only escape route. And with that, it was his fault this even happened. Had he not been angry at the boy for taking his hiding spot and not saying a word to him, this all might not have happened.

A sound of a bush rustling came from his left and Sasuke's head jerked that way. Slowly, almost anxious to know what it was that had made the sound, Sasuke made his way towards the noise. He pushed away some leaves and bushes and that's where he saw him. The blonde boy was lying on his stomach, his clothes ripped, his blonde hair covered in blood and dirt, his limbs twisted in uncomfortable angles and his eyes were closed. Shocked, Sasuke didn't know what to do for a few moments. But he soon snapped out of it as a thought came to his mind.

Is he dead?

Sasuke fell to his knees beside the boy and carefully turned him around. He lowered his head onto the boy's chest, closed his eyes and listened. He heard a faint heartbeat and he sighed in relief. The boy wasn't dead.

Yet

As carefully as possible, Sasuke lifted up the boy trying not to make his condition even worse by making a wrong move. As soon as he had the boy in a steady grip, Sasuke made his way back to his house, towards the backdoor. He thought that, if he were to take the front door, people might see them and maybe kill the boy. This thought made Sasuke quicken his pace.

After what seemed like a long time, they finally reached the backdoor. With great effort, Sasuke managed to open the door and he went inside. He avoided the stares of the house workers and walked through the kitchen to the corridor that had his room at the end of it.
When he had almost reached his room, he heard a voice behind him and he stopped walking.

"As I thought, you went after him."

Sasuke turned around and looked at his older brother who was standing with his arms crossed, leaning against the wall which was covered in paintings of landscapes or family members.
Itachi sighed.

"I figured as much. Though I think we should hurry to clean him up and cover the worst wounds, as much as I disapprove you bringing him into the house, Sasuke."

"I had to go after him, Itachi, since it was my fault he was brought in this situation. Please, let me help him. He will be gone as soon as he can walk and gains consciousness." Itachi only nodded and followed Sasuke to his room where the pianist put the blonde boy on his own bed. Carefully, Sasuke undid the buttons of the ripped clothes and he stripped the boy naked. After throwing the torn clothes into a corner, he studied the boy's condition. He had bruises all over his body, most of them fresh, some looked older. This made Sasuke wonder what the boy had gone through. But there was no time to wonder now, he had to clean the wounds and put his limbs in the right places.
Sasuke took a deep breath and, with Itachi helping, he began treating the boy's wounds.

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About a week later, Sasuke was sitting beside the bed in which the blonde boy was still lying in. This whole week, the boy hadn't made a sound or any sign of consciousness. The pianist was beginning to lose hope. The wounds of the boy were slowly closing and fading, but never had he opened his eyes. The boy's weight was also a problem. Since Sasuke could only feed him soup, the boy was losing more weight than was healthy. And even before all this, he was already underfed. Sasuke remembered when picking up the boy a week ago, that it felt like he was picking up a bag of feathers.
But for now, the major thing to worry about was the boy not opening his eyes.
In the past week, Sasuke had sat next to the boy almost every hour of the day. His quilt was slowly eating him away and the only way to lighten the burden of it just a little, was by looking over the blonde boy. Sasuke washed him, dressed him, tried to feed him whenever was possible and even cut his hair once.

Sasuke was getting restless. He had been staring at the boy's face for at least two hours, wishing him awake to no avail. He couldn't take it anymore for now, so Sasuke stood up and left the room. He went to the room next to his own and opened the door. He was proud of the majestic instrument which was placed right in front of the fairly big window. The pianist stalked towards the instrument and seated on the piano stool. He opened it carefully, as he always did, and warmed up a little by playing musical scales.
After his warming- up, though, Sasuke began playing for real. He played the most emotional piece he could remember and lost himself in it. He lost himself so much that he closed his eyes, only hearing his own playing, feeling his own fingers jump from key to key. He lost himself so much, that he hadn't heard the door creak open ever so slowly and carefully. He didn't even notice when the figure, that had entered the room, had stalked closer and closer and had stopped right behind him, only listening to the music the pianist produced on his beloved instrument with his eyes closed.

Only when Sasuke had stopped playing and had re-opened his eyes, he noticed the soft, warm breathing behind him. The pianist turned around slowly, and looked at the blonde boy who was standing behind him with his eyes closed. And Sasuke smiled. A small smile, but a genuine one. He was relieved. Relieved that the boy he had wronged, had awoken again and listened to his play. Relieved that he found no anger in the boy's eyes when said boy had opened his ocean blue eyes.
But relieve soon turned into confusion when the boy did not speak at all. Sasuke asked, but the boy just shook his head and pointed at his throat.

And that's when realisation struck Sasuke, hard. He remembered the boy looking at him that night, not uttering a single word to him, nor to anyone else. Not even when the pianist got mad. And now, Sasuke knew that the boy couldn't speak. He knew the boy was mute.

End chapter three. Next one will be up this week, I promise! But for now, please review!