I'm hoping that this chapter came out okay, I just edited it and I'm dead tired and mildly drunk, so if there are some errors, I humbly apologize.

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Tuesday came and Naruto left his home with Kiba still snoring on the couch. At 8 he was sitting in the car with Kakashi again. The older man hadn't asked for his reasons for going into work early the day before. Though there was no reason why he should Naruto almost expected him to.

There was loud 80s American rock playing this morning. Naruto remembered the first time Kakashi had picked him up the silver-haired man had said, "I play the music so I can wake up and not crash my car". Naruto faintly wondered why such a sardonic, unenthusiastic man chose to become a teacher.

"Hey," the blond spoke, his hand moving to turn down the music to a level his voice could overcome. The male raised a brow for him to continue, "Did you know Sasuke has a blind brother?" it was the second time Naruto brought up Itachi to anyone and it bothered him. He tried to blame it on sheer curiosity, but he knew, yeah that may be a part of it, but that wasn't it. It wasn't that it was strange that his brother was blind, it was just the way he acted, it was... peculiar. And Sasuke's reaction hadn't made any sense at all. He could say it was his teacher's instincts booting up, saying that he should look into this matter for the sake of his student. Not that he'd been teaching long enough for him to pick up any "teacher instincts" but whatever. In any case, it bothered him, and whenever something bothered him he felt the need to see it through.

"Yes I do." Was Kakashi's simple answer and Naruto wished he would elaborate more but instead he responded with a question of his own. "Why are you asking?"

"Because..." he thought of stopping there but went on, "I ran into them in a super market in Tokyo." Naruto chuckled to himself, "You'd think they'd have a some servant who did all that stuff for them." Now that he thought about it, they looked quite out of place with their expensive clothes standing in the throws of middle class citizens.

Kakashi nodded, not thinking the situation was odd in the least. Again he didn't comment on the subject and simply kept his eyes on the road. Naruto faintly recalled Kakashi mentioning being acquaintances with one of Sasuke's cousins and thought to question him, but didn't.

Naruto continued, feeling an urge to talk more, even if Kakashi wouldn't humor him. "He looked a little sick too; his brother, not Sasuke. Well, not like sick, but you know… kind of." He knew he was only babbling now, but couldn't stop. I wonder why they were out like that. It's so weird. Sasuke acts like he's a princess waiting for someone to kiss his feet, but I mean something was different there, ya know. Like he was upset about something. I didn't even know he had a brother."

He was surprised when Kakashi spoke. "You ought to watch the news more. Though the Uchiha's didn't disclose everything that happened back then," he said thoughtfully. Naruto's curiosity was fully peaked.

"What happened?"

"It's a long story and I think we should be heading to our classes." Naruto blinked, looking around and noticing they were parked in the University's parking lot. Naruto watched Kakashi slip out of the car before following suit.

"Oh come on!" he groaned when the man had only thrown him a careless smirk before continuing towards the entrance. He knew he wasn't getting any more information out of him on the subject. He sighed and followed the man inside and took the stares up to his floor.

Forgoing his coffee for the morning he decided not to stop by the lounge. Once he'd gotten up to his floor he turned the corner that led to his class and let out an unsuspecting yelp at the feeling of a hand that gripped hard onto his bicep. He thrashed, whipping his head around, noticing that nobody was in the hallway to save him before letting his eyes land on the Uchiha who had this madman look in his eyes. His pale pink lips were upturned in the most sadistic smirk Naruto had ever seen. He realized too late he as being pulled into the storage closet, his back shoved against a shelf full of miscellaneous supplies, the door clicked shut seconds later. For a moment all Naruto felt a little dumb when all he could think was, damn, he has some serious hidden upper body strength. Though quickly let that thought go and let his panic at the situation surface.

It was dark. He could barely see the man standing before him and jumped when a cold hand slid over his neck.

"Sasuke!" he yelped at the cold feeling, and grabbed his hand. "Sasuke, what are you doing?" He was successfully able to find both of those treacherous hands and pulled them up and away from his body.

"I'm playing." He said and wrung one of his hands out of Naruto's grasp, placing it firmly on Naruto's flaccid crotch.

The blond jolted forward, grabbing for the hand again. This time the Uchiha was wiggling his hand around in the air, his eyes dancing with amusement as Naruto attempted and failed to catch it.

"Sasuke," Naruto growled in frustration. "I thought you were mad at me." He was honestly expecting the Uchiha to still be salty about yesterday seeing as he'd left so suddenly. Obviously he was sadly mistaken. Not that he necessarily wanted the Uchiha to be angry; it was just easier to deal with than the Uchiha who was throwing himself at him.

Though he couldn't see the movement through the darkness he had a feeling the younger male had shrugged.

"I'm over it." Sasuke said simply. His free hand was pulling out Naruto's shirt now and squirming its way inside and up his chest. It slid over those firm, smooth muscles, and Naruto hissed.

"Please stop." He was weakening and Sasuke could tell. The shorter male pushed himself against the blond's body, letting their arousal's meet and ground hard against it.

Naruto let out a sound he'd reserved only for Sakura and was coming to the realization that this was one of those dangerous situations that he desperately needed to avoid and now he had to somehow find a way out.

That pale hand was undoing his pants now. It worked with such speed and expertise; this was clearly not Sasuke's first time doing this. He wondered how many other students or even faculty members the Uchiha had drug into this closet.

"SasuKE!" He jumped once again. That hand, that devilish, evil, sinister hand. It had him by the balls, literally, and Naruto wanted to make it stop. Dammit, he wanted to pull that hand out, and shove the brat to the side. He could. He really could, but his physical strength was failing him. His muscles were spazzing and his stomach was bubbling. That hand. Oh God.

It was all over him, tugging and pumping and making him feel weak.

Dangerous, beyond Dangerous.

"Sasuke, what…" think Naruto you can do this. Sasuke looked up at him. Being this close, Naruto could see his face and the glossy look his eyes carried through the darkness. He willed himself to look away.

"Mm?" Sasuke hummed; focusing on the work his hand was doing rather than listening to what Naruto had to say.

"I was… I was just wondering, oh God," his eyes rolled back, but he continued to push through. "I was wondering what happened to your brother. You know? The… incident. I heard… I… What happened?" it all came out a jumbled mess, but Sasuke's eyes told him that he understood the question crisp and clear. Naruto should have thought twice about speaking up so soon since his dick was, in a way, being held captive.

Sasuke's eyes hardened, the former lust vanished in mere seconds and his grip had turned nearly painful.

"Why are you bringing him up again?" he asked, his voice stern his eyes equally so.

"Can you… can you let go of me first?" Please let go of my dick. Please just let go of my dick.

"Why," he said harshly, ignoring Naruto's plea. "Are you bringing him up again?" Naruto gulped. He shouldn't be afraid of his student. Honestly he wasn't that afraid of him. He was, however, quite scared for his dick.

"I'm… I'm not answering until you let me go." He decided, putting his foot down and risking it all. He doubted the guy would really rip his dick off.

Would he?

Holy shit would he?

Naruto was starting to panic. His boner happily deflated as images of Sasuke's rage being taken out on his "mini-me". He was not about that, not one bit.

Sasuke let out a heavy, frustrated sigh; seeming to have lost interest in their encounter and let the blond's member go. Naruto let out a long awaited breath and quickly tucked himself properly into his trousers, buttoned his pants and tucked in his shirt. The amount of relief that washed over him was almost comical.

Sasuke grumbled, turning and clicking on the light switch. The brightness made Naruto's eyes burn, and his lifted an arm to shield himself from its intensity. Sasuke wasn't the least bit phased by it and turned back with a ferocious glare, his arms crossed tightly over his chest while he awaited his answer.

"I was just asking. I… you seemed so strange in the grocery store, and then you stormed off after I only asked you a simple question the other day. Don't I have a little bit of a right to be… well… concerned?" He wasn't quite sure if that was the right word, but he'd stick by it.

"Well as I said, it's none of your business."

"I think it is my business Sasuke. You wanted to be my student all because you wanted something I'm not willing to give you, but I can't inquire about your family without you biting my head off. And I get it's not my place to pry, but it's not your place to either, whether it's physical or not. You're being a little unfair here." Sasuke rolled his eyes.

"I knew you would be annoying." He grumbled to himself and Naruto let his mouth hang open for a second, his eyes widening at the audacious statement.

"Well excuse me! I didn't ask for you to throw yourself at me. Sorry if I didn't go above and beyond your expectations, your highness!" He could feel his blood boiling. Why did he even bother trying?

"Oh, don't be so dramatic, moron." Naruto scoffed, moving around the Uchiha to the door.

"You need help you know that." Sasuke turned around and snorted out a short laugh at the comment.

"Oh yeah? By the way, how's your girlfriend Professor?" Naruto turned, threw him one last glare and with a childish flick of his middle finger, he exited the closet. He looked down at his watch and his sapphire eyes nearly flew out of his skull.

9:15. He was late. Dammit, he was never late, and by fifteen minutes too. He'd hoped his students hadn't left thinking class was cancelled.

When Sasuke got home that evening he was frustrated. He thought about calling up someone to… relieve some of his frustration, but the thought just wasn't as desirable as it should've been.

That moron. He was the first person who actually rejected Sasuke's offer. And that was no exaggeration. He wasn't lying when he said he always got what he wanted, at least in that respect. He supposed there were some things even he could never get, or never wanted to get but got anyway, but he hadn't expected that dopey blond professor to be one of those things. It was supposed to be an easy, in and out, but it was turning into a whole bigger thing and dammit it was just so frustrating. Yeah he could give up. He thought about giving up, but there was just something so intoxicating about that blond dope.

He'd heard at the start of the year that a new teacher had been hired for some of the humanities courses. At the time he'd barely payed the rumor any mind. It had caused a slight uproar within the female population of the university student body seeing as the faculty consisted of men in their 50s or pushing 60, save for a few. Girls were squealing about how he looked European and that he towered over everyone else in the school with his "unnatural" height, while still being a Japanese native. He had to admit, at the time he'd been more than intrigued. He wanted to see if these rumors were as outlandish as they seemed. I mean, it was a prestigious school where business was every student's top priority, or at least it should be according to the stuffy professors. So an exotic, foreign-esque teacher just didn't seem to fit in to that equation.

But then he'd walked into his class, looking uncertain and yet somehow confident, towering like the girls had said with bright hair and eyes. He wanted him then, and he hated to say, but he wanted him just as much now, if not more.

He threw his bag onto the plush carpet as he stepped inside his home that was much, much larger than necessary for his family of four.

Just as he'd set out to go upstairs to his room, the sound of shattering glass caught his ear. His lips turned downwards, his head turning to the kitchen where he'd assumed to be the source of the noise. A maid ran past, giving Sasuke a short bow before turning around the wall that separated the kitchen and the expansive living room. For a while he heard her muttering something and thought it may be safe to keep on his way until a loud voice Sasuke recognized as Itachi's shut her up. "Don't fucking touch me!" Sasuke's heart clenched at the sound. Before the incident his brother never dared raise his voice in such a way. It would "tarnish" the Uchiha name. Hah, what a load of bullshit.

He rushed in, realizing that this wasn't just an accidental slip, but possibly a full on tantrum and he really didn't want another worker to be sent to the hospital. It was actually because of Itachi's frequent tantrums that they had to let many of their housemaids and workers go for fear of one day being sued.

As he slowly made his way to the opening he spotted Itachi standing by the large fridge with his hands in his hair. He was wearing only his silk pajamas and with his shirt off Sasuke could really see all the weight his brother had lost over the past two years. Some of his ribs were clearly defined under his skin, stretching out in an almost grotesque way. Itachi never ate much anymore and it showed.

"Itachi," his brother turned to face him when he'd heard his name. Sasuke stepped carefully over the glass. Itachi looked like he was trying to calm down for the sake of his younger brother but he was still so visibly distressed.

"I was only trying to get something to drink." Sasuke still wasn't used to hearing his brother's voice sound so weak. It made him cringe. So pathetic, so helpless, so terribly sad.

"I know," Sasuke spoke quietly, his voice calm and reassuring. He looked down and saw the water that was spilled onto the counter and tiled floor. He then looked over at the frightened maid and tilted his head to signal her to leave them. She obliged without needing any further encouragement. She'd been around long enough to know how violent it could potentially get with Itachi in one of his moods and was not ashamed to step out of the way and let family take care of business. The last maid who tried to calm the older Uchiha son down ended up being choked out and sent to the hospital. It took lots of money and lots of bribes on Fugaku's part to keep the woman from suing.

"Fuck!" Sasuke jumped back, shocked by the sudden outburst, but not surprised. Itachi's hands searched for something else to grab, frantic and shaking. Sasuke went to grab them.

"No, no, stop. Itachi. Stop it." His voice was firm, but Itachi wasn't listening. He was breathing hard through his nostrils, looking wild with his hair down. It was whipping around in every which direction, hitting Sasuke in the face as he struggled to keep his brother still. "Itachi!" he yelled this time and Itachi snapped his head around to face his brother. Sasuke hated the way his eyes looked glazed over. How could his successful, upstanding, proud brother turn into this? It looked unreal, everything about this scene looked so unreal. "Please… calm down. It's okay," he reassured.

"I can't do this Sasuke," he whispered and just then Fugaku Uchiha walked in with a stern face. The same unwavering face Sasuke had seen for as long as he could remember. The only time he'd seen any type of emotion, other than anger or disgust, on the man's face had been two years ago when the incident occurred. But back then he was in too much of a panic himself to even come to the realization that his father was a living, breathing human being and not a mechanically engineered body made to replace whatever living creature had once been his father.

His mother, Mikoto, was rushing in behind him, but faltered in her steps when she saw the broken glass scattered on the floor. Though it didn't stop her for long. She stepped around and moved to Itachi's side, her eyes wide with concern and anguish. Sasuke really hated that look in her eyes. In all the people in his life, other than Itachi and a select few people he deemed worthy enough to be called "friends", she was one of the only good ones. Seeing her in so much pain always made his blood boil in all the wrong ways.

"What is going on in here?" There it was. That authoritative voice that he'd grown used to.

"Itachi just spilled some water, it's nothing." Sasuke answered. Itachi looked even more uncomfortable. He had been "daddy's favorite" before after all. Never having to be the butt of Fugaku's insults and always being praised by the head of the Uchiha corp., it was understandable that Itachi would feel so taken aback. That voice, it lacked the pride and admiration his father once held for his "prodigy" son and now… it was nothing but pity and shame and it made Itachi feel sick.

Fugaku sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose in frustration. Mikoto smiled, reaching a hand up to run through Itachi's tangled hair. "Why don't you go up to your room sweetie? You look like you need some rest." She gave Sasuke a pointed look and he knew what it meant.

He tugged at Itachi's arm, motioning for him to follow. The maid took their exit as a cue to move in and take care of the mess.

It took time for them to make their way up the large staircase. Itachi wanted to do it on his own so Sasuke let him, but watched carefully for any signs of him slipping. "I'm sorry Sasuke," Itachi mumbled, and Sasuke raised a brow at his words.

"Why are you apologizing?" he knew why deep down, but in his eyes, it wasn't Itachi's fault he couldn't see. And, he had lost everything with his eyes. He used to be so bright and charismatic in such a cool and powerful way. Sasuke really looked up to him, wanting to beat him and at the same time make him proud. Things hadn't exactly turned out the way he'd planned. Now, he was the designated heir to this stupid company he wanted no parts in, and the "Uchiha Legacy" was in his hands. He was the youngest and the one that it all came down to. "Don't apologize." He grumbled and Itachi didn't respond. Ever since he lost his sight all he did was sit in his room or break things. His mother had started making Sasuke take Itachi out to do small things like go for walks or check the mail or sometimes go shopping, which was Sasuke's least favorite thing to do.

He hated that stuffy, overly crowded food market that smelled of spices and old people. Although, it was the only one he remembered ever going to when he was younger so it was the only one he knew how to get to, but really, he preferred it much more when there was a worker who went out and did the shopping for them. His mother had thought it would be a good thing to do with his brother just to get him out of the house more. She had been right. Itachi seemed to act a bit more normal when he was out of the house. He saw glimpses of what his brother used to be.

The thought of the grocery store made him think back at the humanities teacher. He was so much more difficult than what Sasuke had pegged him to be. Sure, he knew he came on a little too strong, but it always worked in the long run. Or the short run, he should say.

But why, he wondered. Why did he keep bringing up his brother? Sasuke didn't understand what the blond was after, or what he could gain from trying to act like he cared about what was going on in Sasuke's life. He didn't. Sasuke knew that well enough. He was just trying to get him riled up, and it worked. Still, it didn't make sense to him.

They made it to Itachi's room and stopped in front of the door and he was forced out of his thoughts. The older male reached for the handle and successfully grasped it.

"I can take it from here." He mumbled, his voice going back into its normal stoic tone. Sasuke sighed, but didn't say anything, letting go of his brother's arm so that he could disappear and lock himself away in his room.

Sasuke looked at the closed door for a moment before making his way over to his own room. It was right beside Itachi's. It used to be down the hall but he'd moved in order to keep a closer eye on his brother. There were nights that Itachi would wake up in a panic, as if he were reliving the incident and once again coming to the realization that the world around him was always going to be dark, desolate, and lonely. It made Sasuke's chest feel tight.

A buzzing in his pockets jerked him out of his thoughts.

He pulled out his phone and scanned the caller ID before answering. "What?" he was too tired to deal with his annoying friend. He would've ignored the call but the last time he did that the deranged male showed up outside his window. As if front doors didn't exist.

"Hey Sweet cheeks! Glad to know you're as cheery as ever," his friend, Suigetsu, a man who'd wormed his way into Sasuke's life at the tender age of 12, spoke loudly into the speaker making the dark haired male's brain rattle. And God, he really hated that nickname.

He was the last person Sasuke would've seen himself being close friends with. Back when they were younger the silver haired male was annoying and loud and vulgar in ways Sasuke was not. But, he remembered when Itachi had come home the hospital and when all he hear through the night were his brother's screaming and violent outbursts. He remembered how Suigetsu would come crawling up to his window because Sasuke had refused to go to school for a week. His friend would force him to play games with him and jump on him until he saw at some form of a smile. He would never forget those times.

However, at times he really didn't feel like hearing his friend's overenthusiastic voice.

"Please tell me you called me for a reason." He rubbed his forehead in frustration before pushing the door to his room open.

"I did and you should be thanking me, because I've got some juicy, juicy news," he said proudly and Sasuke rolled his eyes.

"Okay, what is this juicy, juicy news?" Sasuke mimicked and he heard Suigetsu let out a strange chortle.

"Dude, D.H. has resurfaced and will be opening doors next weekend!" The man on the other line seemed to be holding his breath, waiting for Sasuke's excitement, but it never came. "Dude… did you hear me?" Sasuke almost let out a small laugh at the deflated voice, almost but didn't.

"Okay, that's nice," he went over and sprawled out on his bed, his eyes watching as the ceiling fan's endless twirl. The day had exhausted him of all his energy and he was more than ready for it to end. Honestly he was a little excited about the "juicy, juicy news", but after what had just happened in the kitchen he was in no mood for celebration.

"Aw man, you're no fun," his friend whined and Sasuke sighed heavily. A moment of silence stretched between them before Suigetsu spoke again. "Hey…? Sasuke? You good?" Suigetsu's voice was now laced in worry. Sure he didn't expect the Uchiha to bounce around fist pumping but he did expect something.

"Itachi…" Sasuke breathed out the name in clear exasperation and Suigetsu understood, clicking his tongue at the knowing events that must have occurred in his absence.

"Ahhhhh I gotcha. He freaking out again?"

"Mm."

"Damn, need me?" He was asking if he should come over, Sasuke wasn't really up for it.

"Sleepy," was his simple answer. Suigetsu understood.

They sat in silence. Sasuke wasn't sure if his friend had hung up or not but was too exhausted to check.

"I'm putting us on the list for next Saturday," Suigetsu's voice rung out again, obviously trying to brighten the mood just a smidge. Sasuke hummed in acknowledgement. "Alright bud, you take it easy okay? And uh, cheer up sweet cheeks," Sasuke hummed again and ignoring the silly endearment as the line went dead.

He let the phone slip from his hand onto the mattress beside his head and blew upwards to fan his bangs off his forehead.

His mind was racing now, thinking on his brother, on himself, on his family, and, for inexplicable reasons, on Naruto.

Things were a mess. He was a mess. He knew that. He went out, drank too much and slept with too many people, all so he could feel better. All so he could stop hating everything around him and so he could come home and deal with his brother. He hated what Itachi had turned into, if only he could have stayed home that day. God. If only, if only, if only. It was all bullshit, bullshit, bullshit. When it comes down to it, he was dealt shitty cards. His father wants to keep this ridiculous façade of the perfect family, but really, what the fuck did that even mean? So they had money, so they ran some big shot company, so they had looks, so fucking what?

He felt himself crumbling. His chest was feeling unbearably heavy now and it hurt to breathe. The wetness touching his cheeks made them feel sticky and uncomfortable but he made no move to wipe them dry.

He let his mind drift, letting sleep overcome him, the image of his blond teacher lurking in the back of his mind. Why, he wondered, why did he want that man so bad? Why didn't he just stop when the man said no? What was it that was driving him to pursuit him so heavily? Why couldn't he stop? Why? Why? Why?

He slept not being able to answer any of these questions. He wouldn't go to he classes for a while. He needed some time away. He needed to think. His teachers would understand. They always did.