A/N: Hey guys. Well, I guess I can't update as much as I would like to. I have to wait for Yaoifangirl01's chapter of "Hitman" to update first. Once I have read hers, it will take me 1-3 days to update. This is a companion story. So I have to release the same amount of information that she has. And you have to remember, I still have to get all my chapters reviewed and revised by her before I can post it.
So here we go with chapter 6!
SIX
It was a Sunday afternoon. According to Orochimaru, Itachi was supposed to watch over him today. Orochimaru lied. Itachi was late. And Sasuke had made the mistake of going outside once again. He used to do it with no problem. He was outside all the time. But now that he had gone and lived at The Pink Cobra, things were different. He was sheltered.
The boy was kicking a soda can. 'Coca-Cola' was its printed name. They've lasted a long time…since last century. Nonetheless, Sasuke was distracted. It's not good to get distracted in L.A. City of Angels.
"Hey kid. I haven't seen you in a while." a man said, backing Sasuke into another one of those god-damned alleyways. "Remember me? We used to have so much fun!" he laughed a cruel one.
His name was known to many. Jumba. Of course that wasn't his real name, just a stage name. He used to be a cop, like all of them start off to be. The people of the city both feared and disgusted him. He was a filthy, rich, powerful, pig. Sasuke recalled that Itachi had done a hit for him. Oh yes how he remembered that day.
"I suggest you leave, Jumba." Sasuke said in a low, demanding tone. "I'm not some fucking eight-year-old anymore."
"Oh, feisty now are we?" he laughed again. He was one of those people to where his laughs just made you want to start killing him. "You've learned some words. But I'll take that away real quick. I don't like feisty." The fat man bent down to 'taste' the younger male.
But the 'tasting' had stopped when Orochimaru entered his life. Though he taught all his employees to fight for themselves, none of them was more powerful than Sasuke. Perhaps Neji…but that's all the exceptions. Sasuke had a few tricks up his sleeve though, today. Or rather, his kimono.
"You're not very smart now are you!" Sasuke dug his fist into Jumba's stomach, which only ended up in a roaring…laughter. "Too bad I am" he growled.
A sharp object pricked the man's skin. "What? A pocket knife! Fool!"
Sasuke activated the blade. It exploded into a full sword. He shifted to the right and forward, gripping the handle with all his might and bringing it up with full force. He heard bones, organs, and the contents of his stomach all exploding in one big mess of blood. This is for the past! Images of Sasuke's childhood, his parents, his smile, they all flashed in his mind. This is for all the times when I could have stood up for myself! As the blade carved through Jumba's upper body, he felt a sense of relief.
Only when blood from the tip of the sword dropped on his forehead, had he realized…Jumba was dead. He dare not even glance at the body. And god knew where his brain was. When the blade retracted back into its small form, Sasuke collapsed on the ground in shock. Realizing what he had just done.
It hit him hard. Like a train coming at you with full force, 100 mph. And it wasn't so much that Jumba had died. It was all that blood, all those memories. And he knew it was apart of life, but it made him sick to his stomach. On his hands and knees, he couldn't get up. It felt as if the weight of the world were upon him.
"Hn." a voice said from in front of Sasuke. The boy gasped sharply, looking up, with sweat dropping off his face. "You get used to it after a few kills."
"It was you" the boy whispered. "You gave this to me!" he shakes, "Why?" his hands clench, "You bastard!" and fury erupts. Blinded by his tears and anger, poor Sasuke brought his clenched hand and threw it at Itachi, aiming it as his face and break his nose. Within a quick shift, the predator became the prey. The older boy already had Sasuke pined up against the wall with his hand against the boy's throat.
"Don't blame me for what you've done." his voice was soft, and his eyes averted the avenger's. "Get over it." Itachi snapped his gaze to Sasuke with cold eyes. The older boy let go of him, walking out of the ally, and not even bothering with the body that kids were now fighting over.
The younger male started to think of how he must have looked. His kimono, splattered with Jumba's blood, was now ruined. His shoulder, exposed from his encounter with Itachi. And god-forbid, his hair was a mess of blood, dirt, and grease. "Hey wait a second! You're supposed to-" Sasuke ran franticly, trying to catch up with the fifteen-year old.
"I'm supposed to what? Take care of you and baby sit your ass? I have work to do." he shot back, not even stopping.
Sasuke couldn't believe what he was hearing; he stood his ground. "But Orochimaru-" he started.
"paid me jack-shit." Itachi turned around for a second then turned back, resuming the Uchiha walk out of the ally. "Go back." Just then, his watch started beeping. He mumbled a quick "Fuck" and ran his fingers furiously though his hair.
"What? What is it!" Sasuke panicked, running towards him. The gun-master pulled out two objects: a needle and a vile. "Oh" the younger boy glances away but forced his eyes to keep attention as the fifteen-year old injected intravenously with the liquid. Morphine. A pain reliever. Itachi sighed in relief.
"Yo. We got a hit. Who's the kid?" A man a bit taller that Itachi stepped into view, Sasuke had seen him a few times.
"Who is it?" the respondent asked.
"Jumba. Heh. Funny guy. How ironic. This kid belongs to Orochimaru right?" Kisame was being weird.
What luck, Itachi. The Uchiha thought to himself. "He's dead." Itachi informed. Kisame frowned. "How much?"
"100,000. This person really wanted him dead. Gave the whole pay in cash up front. Said that you'd do it for sure. Trust, man. Trust. Dangerous thing in L.A.-"
"65-35. I'll collect the money tomorrow." Itachi, his attention-span cut short, walked.
"Hey where's the kid going? And what the hell? Jumba can't be-" It seemed as if it just wasn't Kisame's lucky day.
"He's dead." Itachi pointed to the body.
Kisame stared at Sasuke, the kid was a mess. He scoffed and left the crime scene, "Great Itachi. Just great. Gonna turn everyone into fucking criminals." he mumbled.
"What are you doing? Let me go!" Sasuke ordered, flinging his arm. But Itachi only stared at him in confusion, noticing the great deal of space between them.
"You did! You were…dragging…me…by my arm." Sasuke slowed down. He was hallucinating "I think I'm gonna be sick" And sure enough, he spilled all the contents of his stomach onto the street.
Itachi laughed. It reminded him of when he himself killed his very first victim.
"What!" Sasuke said furiously, dragging his arm across his mouth.
Flashes of fire, screams of fear, gunshots being fired, and his brother's blood upon his face crossed Itachi's mind. "Nothing has ever made me feel that much…alive." Alive? How ironic. He thought.
Sasuke just kinda stood there in silence. "You're sick."
"Hn." Silence reigned the moment. Itachi picked up his pace and began towards another destination. Sasuke was left behind, knowing that he would just be rejected again. "Are you coming or what?" the older boy called out from over his shoulder.
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"He's getting soft." Orochimaru said from behind his desk. "That boy… he's doing something to my Itachi. I don't like it."
"I see." Kabuto said. "I never liked him anyways. Want me to-"
"Don't be a fucktard. He's not that easy to kill. He's both an angel and a demon. Those of which cannot die." he paused. "They're already dead."
"I want Sasuke. I want to see what he can do. I want to try out a few-" Kabuto said out of impulse.
"Later. First I have to experiment with a few of his emotions."
A/N: So? Love it? Hate it? Don't care. I turn flames into something of which I can roast marshmallows on. Yes now that Hitman's chapter is now out, I can post that relationship between Kabuto and Orochimaru. I swear to god, Kabuto is Orochimaru's right hand whore.
