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Sasuke opened the doors to the Uchiha Manor, to find Mikoto sitting down on the sage couch, eyes transfixed on the agape window. Her husband, Fugaku Uchiha hasn't returned since they had an argument involving, Sasuke's "shameful" performance during the basketball game 3 weeks. The sixteen year old sighed languidly, catching his mother's attention for a mere second, only to watch his mother turn her dull eyes back towards the window. Sasuke felt for her, but that was his father always arguing over bullshit and staying gone for days or weeks at a time, doing who knows what. "Mother, Itachi and Kyuubi went to the movies. Itachi wanted me to let you know that."
"That's fine. You could've went as well, Sasuke." Mikoto stated, brushing her hair behind her ear, smiling tenderly towards her youngest son, and jumped as the front door opened, revealing Fugaku himself. The man had a scruffy beard, hair slicked back from what seemed to be mousse, and upon his pants legs seemed to be blood and semen stains. "Honey, thank Kami you're home!" Mikoto rose abruptly from her position on the couch, pulling her husband into a hug, he groaned as he placed his right hand on his throbbing temple stalking towards the stairs. Sasuke narrowed his eyes at his father, clearly taking in his drunk demeanor and the fact he'd have the audacity to show up with evidence of him having sexual intercourse with someone other than his mother on his clothes. "Dear, are you okay?-"
"-I'm fine." He snarled, clutching the railing into his palm, stalking languidly up the hardboard stairs, his eyes glazed over and the smell of cigarettes lingering on his homely body. Sasuke cursed idly under his breath, averting his onyx eyes towards his mother who entwined her fingers and prayed that her husband had returned home safely. It irritated Sasuke.
"Mother, he's been with another woman and you're praying at a time like this?!" Sasuke snapped, arching an eyebrow when Mikoto nodded her head assuringly.
"Your father has a busy job, so he doesn't have time for sex-"
"-So you're saying he has the right?!" Sasuke yelled, clutching the edge of the counter in his hand, baring his teeth while Mikoto ignored Sasuke's recent outburst and continued in her praying. The sophomore face palmed himself, grabbing a glass of milk before snatching his book bag off the floor, and made his way towards his bedroom. The raven kept his mind on the blonde he'd met earlier that day in the boy's restroom. He'd been crying and the test had a positive sign vibrantly glowing on the once clear screen, however his parents didn't care if he got a girl pregnant. It had become a trivial thought that pestered Sasuke and he wanted to know why the blonde was so distraught about getting a girl pregnant... It's life, things happen so move on and make the best of it. Bringing the glass rim to his succulent lips, Sasuke tipped the cup allowing the dairy to enter into his semipermeable mouth, coming an abrupt hiatus when his father called for him. The Uchiha rolled his eyes nonchalantly, turning on his heels and made his way towards the master bedroom, knocking on the closed door until his father's voice croaked a 'come in'. "Need something?" He arched an eyebrow, taking in the blood stains on his father's pants which elicited anger to rouse within him. Mikoto did nothing wrong to deserve to be cheated on, and he practically boasted about it by continuing to wear those tainted jeans even after he'd returned home.
"Sit down, son... I need to talk to you." Sasuke complied, and watched his father shift uncomfortably in his swivel chair made of leather upholstery. "Would you feel differently about me, if I... If I did something illicit hypothetically speaking." Sasuke arched an eyebrow, his body warming at the sense that the great, Fugaku Uchiha could have possibly shamed the Uchiha name.
"I...father, I don't know." Fugaku groaned in frustration, averting his gaze towards the door and back towards the younger Uchiha.
"Where's Itachi?"
"He's out with Kyuubi."
"That Uzumaki-Namikaze boy?" Sasuke nodded assuringly, worrying his bottom lip when his father face palmed himself and sighed. "Son, I need to tell you something, and I trust that you'll keep this between us." Sasuke clenched his jaw, knowing that his father was about to admit to cheating on his mother, but he waited trying his best not to make accusations that he were evidentially true in his eyes. The blinds were shut, and the lighting in the bedroom was dim and could barely allow anyone to see a thing. "I think I raped someone a few weeks ago." Sasuke's eyes widened incredulously, his mouth agape and his heart rate seemed to come to a hiatus. No! No, not Fugaku Uchiha! He'd never do anything that repulsive, just by admitting to it was damning on the family. The Uchiha, covered his face, groaning as Sasuke sat paralyzed on the couch, staring vacantly at his father not knowing what to say until he gained the courage to speak.
"When?! Where! Why?!" He yelled, watching his father hide his face in utter shame.
"After your mother and I got into that argument, I left and went to a run down bar. There I started drinking, and after that I remembering seeing this kid- about your age- then everything went blank-"
"-But...but how do you know?! How do you know you r-ra..raped-him?!" Fugaku hissed at Sasuke, averting his eyes towards the bedroom door, and worried his bottom lip.
"My memory is a complete haze, but I can recollect a few things. Which, I do know he begged me not to, but my mind was too disoriented and I continued with it anyway." Sasuke shook his head, rising from the couch not wanting to look at his father's degrading person any longer, and Fugaku didn't bother to stop him. Sasuke opened the bedroom door and departed, his mind disoriented at that moment in time.
"I think I raped someone a few weeks ago."
Sasuke cupped both of his ears, running towards his room, eyes screwed shut. It wasn't true! It couldn't be true! Fugaku didn't do irrational shit like that!
Naruto walked into the house, to find Minato and Kushina waiting for him to return home. His heart dropped, body growing taut and his head began to spin after seeing the extension cord laying over the arm of the couch. Naruto knew he shouldn't have returned home, but needed to get a few more necessities before going back to the Haruno's. "Where the hell have you been, Naruto?"
"I...I was staying at a friend's house." Kushina narrowed her eyes, shaking her head in disapproval.
"You don't have the right to leave this damn house without telling us first!"
"But...but Fath-"
"-I don't give a damn, Naruto! You are to be at this house and you had us worried about you, boy!-"
"-Like hell you were?! You don't care about me!" Naruto felt his stomach churn, eyes closing when Minato grabbed the cord and rose from his seat. Naruto tried to run, arching his back when the man whipped him across the back. Naruto fell, squirming on the floor as Minato reached down and tried to roll him over, the younger blonde screeching for help. "Stop! Stop, please!"
"Shut up Naruto! Minato beat his ass!" The cord cracked against his back, Naruto biting his bottom lip to muffle the screams. The cord snapped against his thighs, Naruto rolling over on his back crying as Minato beat him until he went hoarse. Again and again, Minato cracked the extension cord upon Naruto's convulsing body, elicting him to cry for mercy. Right as Naruto started to fade into unconsciousness, Kyuubi walked inside gawking at his younger brother and father who slammed the cord down on the blonde yet again.
"Dad! Stop it, you're hurting him!" Kyuubi charged towards their father, pushing the blonde against the wall, grabbing Naruto into a protective embrace. "Naruto!... Naruto!" Kushina narrowed her eyes, and Minato scoffed at Kyuubi, loathing how Naruto managed to corrupt their son's once wholesome mind. "What the hell is your problem?!" Kyuubi growled at his parents, eyes enraged as they narrowed their eyes daringly.
"You can't keep trying to protect him! Stop encouraging bad behavior, or I'll be forced to beat you too, Kyuubi!" Minato growled at his "perfectionist", but all Kyuubi did was burying his face into Naruto's neck, feeling the faint pulse that his younger sibling attained.
"Beat me, I don't give a damn-"
"-Watch your language, Kyuubi Uzumaki!" His emerald eyes softened upon seeing Naruto, the blonde shuttering in his arms and that's when the red head realized things had gone too far.
"I'm calling child services-"
"-Don't you dare, Kyuubi!-"
"-I'm calling them and they will take Naruto away from you for good! Grandpa Jiraiya and Grandma Tsunade can take care of him!" Minato bared his teeth, calculating his son intently, watching Kushina cover her mouth in fear.
"If you call, I swear Kyuubi Uzumaki-Namikaze... I will take your car and you'll never be allowed to live here ever again! You're 18 and still living with your parents, with no college goals! You're worthless!" Kyuubi stared deadpan at his father, watching him stalk towards them, eyes full of rage. "You are better than this. Give Naruto to me." Kyuubi averted his gaze towards his younger sibling, his emerald eyes glistening, as he debated whether to comply with his father. Minato was right, Kyuubi is worthless. He had no job, didn't need to go to college, and had no where else to live if his parents kicked him out. His grandparents once told him if they allowed him to stay with them, he had to pay rent which Kyuubi couldn't do since he had no experience in the work field. Minato extended his arms out towards Kyuubi, those sky blue eyes sparkling genuinely. "Hand him to me, Kyuubi." The red head shook his head languidly, apologizing to Naruto before handing the blonde over to their father. Kyuubi loved Naruto, but he needed to also think about the consequences of his own actions.
Itachi sat in front of Sasuke, his normally emotionless gaze, was now replaced with a bewildered physiognomy, his hands trembling from shock. Sasuke watched the 18 year old react to the news, his gaze turning into an emotionless one yet again. "So, what does mother think?" Sasuke shrugged his shoulders, averting his gaze towards his alarm clock that now said 9:45 pm.
"She doesn't know. He doesn't want her to know, just not right now."
"I think I raped someone a few weeks ago."
Itachi wore a red and white jersey, his hair fixed into a side ponytail, and he wore black skinny jeans, after coming back from the movies with Kyuubi. He claimed they were just friends, but Sasuke suspected that the two were dating, which he had no problem with. "Father...Wow, I can't believe it. You know what, things happen for a reason-"
"-And what reason was that Itachi?! He raped someone! No one deserved that, what the hell is wrong with you?!" Sasuke gawked at his brother, watching his emotionless gaze meet him, and he became flustered since he was unable to decipher his brother abrupt change in demeanor.
"Dad's not the perfectionist he claims to be, and if anyone found out he'd loose all dignity and pride. This is a test, it has to be. Fugaku would never do such a thing, I mean would he really rape someone?" Sasuke sighed, shaking his head no. "He's playing with us, so don't worry okay. Father is just being father." Itachi rose from Sasuke's bedside, stretching before stalking out the room and closing the door behind his person. The younger Uchiha laid in bed, eyes staring vacantly at the door before he rolled over onto his side and closed his eyes languidly, idly pondering on what Itachi had proclaimed. If his father did actually rape someone, Sasuke wanted to know exactly who and what he could do to keep them quiet.
~I'll try to update everyday like I do with my story Heart Stopper if I can. But if that doesn't happen, UPDATES EVERY WEEKEND! I can assure you that much! Wow shadowcat 3 days in a row?! Hell yeah! Follow, favor, review do whatever you see fit too! Peace!~
