AN: 'Ello again, we finally have some Itachi in this chapter! Maybe even an Ita/Naru fantasy, who knows? Well I do, but you don't, so ha!

Muhahahahaha!!!!! Beware my awesome powers of cliffhangers and sexual fantasies!!

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i'm afraid that, yet again, there may be something that's confusing in this, i understand what happens, but i'm also afraid that i can't think of a way to reveal what i know to you any faster without making this story into crap. i have tried and tried but i can't seem to squeeze out anything better than what is below and for that i am eternally sorry...

i hope you can still enjoy this chapter and know that i love you with all my heart!!!

Sasuke was seriously considering murder of the first degree, with his push-pen, in an annoyingly always-closed eye that was currently shining with mirth at his expense. Sai had led them on a wild goose-chase, 'finding' clues whenever a normal person would have never been able to see such things, and taking them to places that were impossibly out of the way of normal society. Sasuke was sure that half the time Sai was making the traces up, just bullshitting and wasting time that Sasuke could have been spending finding Naruto and alleviating everyone's distress.

Not that Sasuke really cares about whatever everyone else thought.

"There, that's where they are." Sai was pointing at a harbor, full of empty or foul smelling warehouses.

"What the hell makes you think that?" Sasuke grunted, his uncouth mouth being held back for some unknown reason. He had been getting more and more furious over the past couple of days and he was unsure how much more he could take from the teen he had been traveling with.

"You'll just have to trust me," Sai smiled his fake smile, finally ready to find Naruto. He was sure that Sasuke was planning the many ways he would kill him for all the trouble Sai had dared put the spoiled Uchiha through.

"He's probably dead by now, we could have helped him a long time ago and now he's most likely dead because of how much time you wasted!" Sasuke growled angrily, looking at the hundreds of warehouse with disdain, and not really paying attention to what he was saying.

The sooner they found Naruto (in whatever condition) the sooner Sasuke could go home and vent in any way possible. He wouldn't admit it to anyone, not even himself for the moment, but he was dead on the inside; the last flickers of emotion are always the most violent, but they would pass before the vast and horrid rift that Gaara's death had rent into Sasuke's very soul.

So no, Sasuke did not have the luxury of allowing those terrible feelings out; it didn't mean that he couldn't feel them.

"It's going to take so long to search through all of these..." Sai sighed and began to walk down the road, toward to the first warehouse with determination unknown to the usual persona of 'Sai'.

Bolt cutters took care of the thick chain hooked through the handles and he swung open the door to find it hollow. As Sai continued down the rows, destroying public property with uncaring ease, Sasuke called his 'men' on his cell phone, telling them to hurry down here with many bolt cutters to help the search. He wasn't sure if Sai was pulling his leg again but he had more than enough money to fund this little detour if it proved untrue.

Naruto stood over Neji's unconscious body, the many ways of revenge singing to him sweetly. He stumbled over to their table of torture devices and selected a rather sharp and curved blade, the steel glinting prettily in the dim light. Naruto prowled over to Neji, listening to his groans as he began to wake up from his sudden nap on the floor. For a moment, Naruto hesitated, wondering if he could really take a life, and one that he had known for so long too... A flash of Itachi, worried about him, looking for him, not knowing what had happened, went through his head and the burning furry at the thought of never seeing his lover again forced his hand. With a wild cry of uncontrollable ferocity he slashed at Neji, slitting his pretty throat as easily as if he had been cutting into warm butter. The blade caught in his windpipe and Naruto felt ill as he wretched harder of the hilt of the blade, forcing it to crunch through his throat and out the other side with surprising ease. Neji gurgled blood, unable to force anything out in the form of his final words.

Naruto turned, a cold light in his eyes, another being at the controls of his mind and body. He saw Kiba standing in the doorway, naked like himself, and he dropped the knife. He didn't need the stupid thing to kill his next attacker.

"Naruto, thank god...!" the teen stumbled into the room, tripping over Neji's foot and falling to the ground.

Kiba was stunned at the sight of his dead friend, his mind no longer able to send chemical messages for Naruto's own genetically enhanced mind had turned it to jelly. He literally liquefied his brain cells into a mush that leaked slowly out of his nose and into his open mouth. Kiba's eyes rolled into the back of his head and his bruised and mutilated body collapsed to the floor as though his bones had been turned to jelly as well. Naruto walked slowly out of the room, stepping casually over the limp bodies of the ones he would have called friends and onto a steel walkway that was a couple stories in the air. Chaos was the only way to describe the mayhem going on outside of his little bubble of torture and inability to control. Men were running around, trying to capture naked teenagers who were fighting them with whatever they could get their hands on. Naruto walked among them calmly, killing all without discretion, his mind working into overdrive with the effort it took to turn so many brains to jelly. He stopped doing this after a boy cut his arm open with a long knife, slicing pain through his haze and giving him a modicum of control back for only a moment. The others in the warehouse were turning on him and now Naruto used his unpredictable power to rip them apart, rending flesh from bone faster than the eye could follow. A pipe was hurled at him, smashing into the back of his head and sending him tumbling to the ground. Writhing bodies piled on top of Naruto, crushing him with their weight and their blows made it hard to breathe as pain flashed through his nerves.

Sudden agony surged through Naruto, his body burning with fire like none he had ever felt before. He gave an inhuman cry, his limbs contorting painfully, and he felt the burning grown to the point of bursting his skin to rend from his bones. His brain pounded painfully the source of that incredible power overloading until there was nothing left in Naruto's mind but blind psychic power that threatened to destroy his very being.

The power unleashed itself, lashing out at every single living thing in the warehouse and tearing it apart, limb from bloody limb. The beings piled on top of Naruto was hurled away from him, screaming in pain as they slammed against walls and other heavy object and were slowly ripped to pieces. Blood and gore coated the inside of the warehouse like paint, covering every single inch with a thin and uniform layer of blood.

Naruto lay in a heap, his body surrounded in a circle of clean floor and his body untouched by the gore that had been inescapable only moments ago.

Sasuke heard shouts of terror and disgust coming from the middle of the harbor, his men running—from an almost solitary building, if you can believe it in this meshed place—no matter how he tried to turn them back. The young Uchiha reached out and attempted to stop one of the retreating men but was shoved aside, the panicked eyes not even glancing at him as the man continued to run. Sai found him, impossibly, in the crowd of retreating cowards and, together and alone, they made their way toward the source of the panic without a hint of fear in their faces or hearts.

Itachi panted heavily, his eyes rolling listlessly in their sockets. He felt like he had no control of them along with his hands that clenched and unclenched convulsively, straining against the bonds on his wrist with little productivity. He had to get out of here, he couldn't do this anymore.

Itachi had almost broken.

It wasn't the daily beatings, it wasn't the violations, it wasn't even that he was taking the fall for something he had had nothing to do with for people that he hated with everything that he was. He was almost broken because of Naruto. They had him, Itachi had seen a couple of videos of what they were doing to his beloved Naruto and that was what was destroying his sanity more than anything else he had been forced to endure so far.

Itachi also knew that Naruto had become much more to him than he really was. Naruto had become an idol, a reason to continue living long after he felt the urge to let his heart stop. He felt love for the boy, even though he had never given his heart much attention he knew the feeling when it presented itself. The symptoms were all there and now he would have to face the...

"Well, you're being rather unresponsive today, Itachi-kun." A hot iron stabbed into his upper thigh and Itachi screamed around the tong in his mouth.

Itachi desperately wanted to spit in the doctor's face but couldn't muster the strength or the needed saliva. His stomach gave a weak protest at its empty state but the man hovering over him ignored the desperate plea as he calmly placed the cattle prod back into the cherry red fires. Itachi panted heavily, like some kind of feral animal, and he pictured Naruto in his mind: the blonde was naked, sprawled across his bed in a lovely and enticingly erotic position that made his blood boil in his veins. Naruto was smiling that huge, radiant smile of his, shaking with excitement and nerves as he beckoned to Itachi with a single finger while his legs spread to welcome him lovingly.

The image was shattered as the man set the hot iron onto his stomach and allowed the metal to melt his flesh, sizzling and popping as it cooked. Itachi writhed in pain and disgust: his own starved body found the smell of his burning skin to be appetizing. When it was removed Itachi could barely think, images and thoughts bounced dangerously around in his head and he wished for the man's death.

"Are you ready to confess?"

Itachi wasn't so he made no move to answer the man, defying him silently. The Uchiha tried not to scream as glass shattered over his unprotected stomach, slicing him open and scrapping at the festering burns. A howl that sounded primitive and purely animalistic tore out of Itachi's throat, leaving it hoarse and raw, and his body lifted off of the table as much as it could while being heavily restrained and he threw his head back and forth in agony.

AN: Okay, random ending that really isn't that good. But it has been a very long time since i last posted and i squeezed this out the best that i could. My mind is currently spouting out random short stories with lesbians (i have this very gorgeous chick on my mind at the moment) so my yaoi stories are all suffering horribly from those fantasies. i hope you were able to enjoy this chappie even though it was short and unsatisfying like a bad lay.

Also i would like to mention that i HATE writing with Sai and Sasuke as main characters, i'm just awful at it so i'm sorry for their shitty and short scenes...