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After a restless night, I awake to find myself alone— peacefully and blissfully alone. Yet I know it won't last long. My broken bones have healed, but my heart is still bleeding. I sigh painfully and close my eyes.
"Leader-sama killed the Sannin they use to call the Toad Sage." My hand clenches into a painful fist, it may be no longer broken but it still hurts. I supposed I would still have traces of tears of my face from last night. The mental wounds hurt far worse than any blade ever has.
"I'm sure I could have Leader-sama send us the body, I don't think Zetsu's eaten it yet." I began to cry as soon as the bastard had left me to my own devices. My father figure is dead, and I am beginning my march for the gallows. I am the last Jinchuuriki left, the last in the short line of nine, slowly advancing towards my death.
"He was your master wasn't he? What a shame that must be." I feel a stinging in the back of my throat, a sure sign that I want to cry. I can't, I am a ninja, even if my dreams of becoming Hokage were always out of reach. Perhaps I will be forgotten. If I am unable to achieve my dreams why would I be remembered by everyone else who has? I feel a tear escape one of my eyes. It makes its way off my face until something stops it.
My eyes snap open and I sit up while scooting back quickly. There stands Itachi—the tear still on his finger.
"Are you sad Little Jinchuuriki?" The man asks, his voice gives away nothing, but it seems as though he is laughing at me. I am shocked; was I really that tired? I had no idea the man had been that close, or that he even came into the room.
He strikes out like a snake, grabbing my right hand while keeping the left one down. He stares at it for a moment and smirks,
"Seems as though Kyuubi has finally done its job, now doesn't it Little Jinchuuriki," I pull my hand back and Itachi let it be yanked back. I glare at the devil.
"What's the matter Little Jinchuuriki?" The devil asks reaching his spidery hand towards my face, I pull away but in a flash I find myself kissing him. I squirm and the man releases me so I can get the air I need.
"Bastard, leave me alone!" I scream at the man, I could not stand him violating me right now. I am already tired, and hurting. Itachi leans over, a mock concern on his face, "Why, Little Jinchuuriki, Leader-sama told me to take care of you. Anyway, if I don't Konan will have my head." The man was acting, I could tell. I let him reach up and cup my check before I yank my hand back and smash it into his pretty little face.
Satisfaction fills me as I see him reel back and daintily dab his lips with his aristocratic fingers. I smile when I see the blood staining those delicate lips, but my smile doesn't last long. His stunning black eyes meet mine; even without the Sharingan activated they seem to pierce my soul.
"That wasn't very nice Little Jinchuuriki, particularly after how kind of been to you. Did you know that all the other Jinchuuriki have been treated as little better than disposable goods? Hidan and Kisame vary nearly killed theirs." He steps towards me and it occurs to me that I'm a ninja, and that I can use ninjutsu. Before he can reach me I attempt the shadow clone jutsu only to find I can't control my chakra.
"Oh the wonders of modern medicine, we've discovered this lovely little drug that inhibits chakra control. Best of all it's practically undetectable in food, though it leaves a nasty taste in water I'm told." He's right in front of me and he smiles.
"I'm going to break you Little Jinchuuriki; I'm going to break you so completely you won't even want to be fixed again. I could do it today, right now. I could use my Mangekyou Sharingan to destroy your mind, but that wouldn't be any fun for me." I shudder as his sweet breath rolls over me.
"You can't break me; I have a will of fire!" I cry, but the words sound hollow even to me, and he laughs.
"And so did Sasuke, and he's nothing more than a pretty piece of flesh for Orochimaru now." I glare at him.
"Don't talk about Sasuke! He'll kill you one day!" Itachi laughs again, he's in a horridly good mood today.
"Him…kill me? He can't even kill you. No, my little brother is a bit of a disappointment." Suddenly his face sharpens, "But I'm not here to talk about my charming little brother." I whimper softly and try to push away.
"Tonight you'll beg for me." He whispers as he carefully begins stripping of his clothes and folding them neatly in a pile. I watch is pale body moves and I have to fight to keep from being enchanted.
"Remove your clothes Little Jinchuuriki, or I will remove them for you." I glare at him, but the thought of him stripping me sickens me and I do as I'm told.
He moves forward seductively and for a brief moment I wonder where he learned it. Was something bred into him as an Uchiha? The thought of Sasuke moving like that horrifies me. No, maybe it's something you learn in ANBU, but that brings to mind Kakashi and Yamato… maybe it's better if I don't wonder.
Itachi presses me beneath him on the mattress. I'm in hell.
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