Pleasurable
Conclusions & Confessions…
A/N: So none ya told me what you thought of my well thought out, but painstakingly short chapter from before. WHY?! Oh wells. I suppose chu shall enjoy this. A update is long deserved ne?
Disclaimer: I unfortunately do not own the yaoi filled potential that is Naruto, but if I did it'd be very scarring for young children and probably most adults. But I don't so children can watch it. They just can't read this.
My eyes fluttered open the darkness reminding me distinctly of my room, but the uncomfortable crappy hospital bed and disgusting smell of over powering lemon scented disinfectant and cleaner staining what could've been the normalcy of the otherwise horrid room. Yeah, I hate hospitals. Too many visits with too many bad results. Hopefully with the bastard gone we can be a happy family.
I smiled feeling my brother draw closer to me. His long locks of midnight hair flowing off of this cot. I rolled my eyes at how uncomfortable the "bed" was in general. It's quite sad. Letting out an sigh I rested my head on his. His silken hair smelled of a certain spice I couldn't quite place. Cinnamon-y and warm slightly sugary smell, yeah, you'd think the scent of someone like Itachi would be hard, musky, woodsy, and masculine not like a bakery on crack. I chuckled lightly causing Itachi to stir. His obsidian eyes opened making contact with my rather dull black ones. A soft smile lighting up his face.
"What's so funny my dear Otouto?" He whispered to me. Knowing my brother the way I do, it's simply because he found solace in the quiet and hated to break it. Thank my ass of a father for that. I smiled down at him gently.
"Nothing Aniki it's silly." Resting his chin on my chest he smiled at me.
"All the better. Tell me?" I chuckled.
"You smell like a bakery on crack." He chuckled.
"On crack you say?" I nodded a huge grin on my face. He laced our left hand's fingers together. My right had sub-consciously began playing with a shorter piece of hair.
"Otouto?" He began slightly louder capturing my attention by the mere movement of his mesmerizing pale thick lips. I nodded not trusting my voice.
"Why'd you do it? Why'd you kill him?" I sighed.
"Because Itachi all he was doing was hurting us and other people. I can't let him do that. No way in hell. He tore their family apart! Ripped it right down the middle and had the guts to face them everyday and our mother. She knew. She knew Itachi! She knew and she didn't divorce the bastard! She doesn't deserve to be treated the way he treated her. We didn't deserve it. Okay, granted, maybe I did, but you didn't! All of the shit he did to you, Itachi, you did nothing! You did everything to impress him and none of it did. None of it Itachi! He hated us. With a passion and it was only a matter of time before he killed one of us. Would you've rather that happened? I wouldn't. Itachi we're so much better off. You see why I did it right?" He sighed.
"Oh Sasuke! That's not what concerns me! It's the fact you could be put in an asylum or arrested and charged with his murder! I can't lose you Sasuke. I love you." I shivered at the way he said that.
"I love you too, Itachi, but I don't think that will happen. It's too scandalous. No one wants to unearth what's behind all of this." He shook his head at me.
"For your sake Otouto, I certainly hope so, but I think only time will tell." I nodded. He turned his head resting it on my chest and I let my arms instinctively wrap around him. It was comforting for the both of us. Mine in the sense of I wasn't alone and his in the sense of he couldn't handle it.
"Aniki is weak. He can't admit it, but he barely picks at his plate and slaves at Akatsuki. I hate that place. It's so raunchy and disgusting. It makes amazing money, but it's degrading. Worse it's run by a sadistic and overly perverted peace loving couple. Contradicting and imperfect, but that's how I describe them. They work him to the bone doing god knows what and him and father used to go out at night sometimes. Fishing. Psh. I doubt it, but I don't know what else they'd be doing…" I began massaging his head and his breathing became deep and even as he slipped into what I assume to be sleep.
"He never gets enough sleep either. So, yeah, he's weak. He needs to get better. I want him to get better. I need him to get better. I can't handle seeing him the way he was before. He was so lifeless and resigned to whatever fate was handed to him on a silver plated platter. He used to be so lively and social, but our father lost his job, they had a talk, and then those fishing trips popped up. They seemed fishy, but I still have no idea what was going on during those conveniently planned trips. I wish I did, but it's probably just another reason for the sick bastard to die. I can't believe him. He was just so sickening and repulsive. I never want to turn into that. Ever. I don't think I could handle myself if I did. I'd rather die than do what he did to anyone. The man was a home-wrecker and a manwhore. He didn't deserve the name bestowed upon him nor the title of Chief of Police in Konohagakure. In fact the only thing he deserved was a long and agonizing fall to rock bottom and well a very hard and uncomfortable landing. The man had gall and too much of it for that matter. He was just plan arrogant and stupid. Ungrateful for everything our mother did for him. It amazes me that we were all once a happy, smiling, and perfect family. Here. Now. It seems impossible. Mother's face used to light up when she spoke of those times before, but a few years ago it turned into a bitter-looking hate…" The cold hospital room was slowly starting to warm for the on-coming day. I could barely see the beginnings of light starting flow from the slates in the shades.
"Soon this place will be bursting with light, sound, movement, and smells. I don't really want it too. Hospitals have a creepy serenity to them at night. It seems a bit less like a place of death and more like a limbo of uncertainty. A limbo where it could go either way, where you could live or die, be saved or wither away. There is no in between, no shade of gray, just black or white, live or die. I find it rather comforting. In a world where there is no black and white, just variations and hues of gray, it's nice to have something be so stable in a sick way. Because after all it can only go one way or the other, whereas out there in the big bad world it can go every which way all at once and yet still be in the same place. Confusing? That's because everything and nothing makes sense. But I can't erase the past, stop the present, or predict the future. All I can do is move on, keep going, and hope for the best…" I settled into my pillow resigned to finally sleep my eyes drooping with exhaustion…
