A/N: This is a very, VERY short shapter, just serving as a connection between Chapters 2 and 4. I'll try to get 4 up asap.
Disclaimer: As per usual, I do not, in any shape or form, own or associate with the author of, the publishers of, or anything else to do with the series Naruto. If I did.. well, I probably wouldn't be stuck writing fanfics now, would I?
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Sasuke stayed in his room until it was time to go. He didn't eat breakfast-- that would've meant trying to choke down food while Itachi leered at him from the opposite side of the room.
Every painful step was a reminder of last night, drilling the rape into Sasuke's mind like a relentless teacher. The only think keeping Sasuke from breaking down and screaming until he went hoarse were the last few shreds of his dignity and pride he'd gathered to himself as soon as Itachi'd left his room.
He went about the next few days as quietly as he could: dodging fangirls and that annoying blonde kid's snipes like a bad case of the plague. He hid in the library at lunch, trying not to think of what awaited him at home. He knew, as soon as Itachi walked through the front door, it would almost be a repeat of that first night.
He was not looking forward to the rest of the school year.