When she wakes up in the morning, the first thing she feels is pain.
A sharp, sore feeling shoots between her legs, and she winces as she crawls out of bed.
But the arm that's draped around her waist tightens.
"Where are you going?" His voice is raspy and low with sleep, but it doesn't fail to send shivers down her spine no less. She gently moves her hand to brush the arm away, as she struggles to stand on her own two feet, doing her best to ignore the ache between her legs.
"I have to get ready for school, Nii-san." She whispers, bending over to reach for her clothing. She picks her disregarded clothing up, before walking towards her private bathroom. She drops the clothes into the hamper, before starting the shower.
The water embraces her in a warm, wet comfort. While it causes her skin to sting, it slowly caresses the soft, aching skin.
Reaching for her strawberry-scented shampoo, she squirts some in the palm of her hand before rubbing it into her scalp, running her hands through her long raven locks. A memory flashed through her mind.
She remembers the days where her mother would gracefully run those long, gentle fingers through her locks of hair, as she neatly tied it back with a silk blue ribbon.
"Such a pretty little girl," Her mother affectionately whispered to her, as she nuzzled her cheek against her baby daughter, causing her to giggle. "My pretty little girl..."
It do not do good to dwell on memories.
It only brings back a nostalgic feeling, a longing. A longing for that certain someone who was long gone to come back and to take you into that embrace again. It brings nothing but heartache.
She'd never forget the night her parents died. She was only ten, Itachi was thirteen, and Sasuke was seven. They were going to a party, held by the Namikaze's. It was only ten minutes away. If only that idiot who was intoxicated behind the wheel wouldn't have been on the streets that night, they would still be here. She would be (somewhat) happy. She would have a family. Her brothers wouldn't-
Nevermind.
But she was glad that the drunken idiot died too.
And since then, as the eldest brother, Itachi took it upon himself as to raise and protect his younger siblings from everything. But did he himself count as everything?
Sasuke grew bitter in the wake of their parents' death. He was angry at everyone and everything. His former close bond with Itachi shattered, and ruined the chances of them ever having a decent relationship. They were never really that close anyways. Maybe it was her fault, as she never really tried. At the age of thirteen, Sasuke ran away from their home.
The most chilling fact is, Itachi didn't even seem to care. He seemed to know where the whereabouts of their youngest sibling where, but he spoke not a word. Even where their brother returned and attended the same high school as she, he didn't seem concerned. But she found out on her own that he had been staying at their great uncle Madara's home.
The knock on the door disrupted her peace.
She turned off the water. "Hai?" She called out, as she stepped out of her black marble shower and wrapped a fluffy white town around her frame. She picked up her discarded clothes and placed them into the hamper.
"Akemi-san," it was one of the maids, the one who would usually run her baths and cook breakfast. "Itachi-sama is waiting downstairs, and breakfast is ready. He wants to leave as soon as possible."
She sighed. She was hoping to go back to sleep. She was still sore, and it still hurt for her to walk. But she knows better than to defy Itachi's word, as whatever he said was final.
She pulled her long hair back into a ponytail, two pieces framing her face. She threw on the lacy bra and panties set Itachi had gotten her, forgetting to apply makeup. She pulls out a purple blouse, buttoning it up to where one would get a slight view of her cleavage. She pulled out a skirt that stopped just an inch above her knees, showing off her long legs. She slipped into a pair of black flats as she pulled her shoulder bag on, before heading out of her large bedroom.
She walks down the long halls, wanting nothing more for the very walls within her to swallow her up.
When she walks down the long row of stairs and into the kitchen, her brother sits at the table, waiting. He's sipping his normal herbal tea, as he eyes her frame up and down. His eyebrows are furrowed, and she knows whatever he's about to say can't be good.
"Don't you think that skirt is too short, Akemi?" His hand lazily rested his chin at the palm of his hand. She looked down at her clothing. The skirt flattered her figure rather nicely. But then she noticed the forgotten bruises on her legs, purple and red that stood out against her pale complexion.
"Well...I think it goes well with this shirt...I mean we-"
"Go change it." He gives the simple order, and as usual she obeys.
She reaches her room and carelessly pulls the skirt off and tosses it away, not caring where it lands. She settles on a pair of black skinny jeans, and returns back down stairs. Itachi's at the table, reading the paper. His eyes flicker towards her for a second.
"Those pants are too tight," He deadpans, and she fights back an eye roll. "But they will do for now. And button up your shirt. Breakfast is ready, you have five minutes." With that, he gets up and leaves the room, fixing his tie. He always did look quite dashing in a the suits he always wore.
But she's not really hungry. She stares at the simple bacon, sausage, and eggs breakfast. The warm, meaty smell makes her feel nauseated. She picks up a sausage, biting into the juicy goodness. She didn't realize how hungry she truly was.
But she's only able to get through two slices of sausage and bacon, the rest sits there, unwanted and untouched. Itachi calls her from the garage. She swallows down the apple juice, and soon rushes out, not wanting to keep him waiting.
He sits in the nice car, casually leaning up against the seat. She takes a seat and the driver starts the vehicle before pulling out of the long driveway of their mansion. She could feel his eyes on her. She avoids by looking out of the window. The gray sky seemed so serene...
"You remember what I told you?" He asks, well, more like demands.
She gave a simple nod. "Everything is fine. I just haven't been able to sleep. Nothing is wrong."
He slides closer, a smirk gracing his handsome features. His warm breath tickles her neck and shivers run down her spine. "I'm sure I don't have to repeat myself," His voice is husky and deep, his hands slides on her thigh. "Don't show any signs. If you tell anybody...you know the consequences..."
"I-I know Itachi-nii..."
Itachi nods, and the rest of the twenty-minute trip is silent. She nearly breathes a silent sigh of relief as they pull aside the large building of Konohagakure High School, and the car comes to a stop. She quickly moves to jump out the car only to have Itachi grab her by the waist as he forces a kiss on her, slowly running his tongue against her lips. She's glad the windows are tinted and she hadn't open the door yet.
"Have a good day, Imouto..." His smooth voice mumbles in her ear as she nods and slowly slides out the car when the chauffeur opens it. She swings her bag over her shoulder as the car drives away.
The first bell rings. She'd be late if she didn't hurry.
"Senju Hashirama was the first mayor of Konoha. Otherwise known as, the Hokage. What year did he first discover this city?" The sensei scribbles on the board, history of Konoha, and such. She looks on as students frolic along in their own world. A lazy boy rests his head on his desk, snoring softly. A chubby boy sneaks chips from under his desk. A blond boy chatters happily about ramen, to the blushing white-eyed beauty next to him.
She envies them. She hates how innocent and carefree their lives are. She wishes she could have the same. What she would give to have a loving family again...how to have a loving embrace instead of-
"Akemi-san!"
She snaps from her daze, meeting the sensei's heated gaze. She blushes, feeling the eyes on her.
"H-hai Kakashi-sensei?" She nervously whispers, as her sensei's eyes narrow at her.
"If you had been paying attention, there wouldn't be a 'what'?" He sighs as he picks up his book. "What year did Hashirama become Hokage?"
"Ummmm..." Her best friend nudges her softly and catches her attention to the book. "1976."
"Correct. Thank you, Ms. Uchiha...but please refrain from staring at the back of Mr. Inuzuka's head." Laughs echo throughout the room as she hides her face in her textbook, ashamed.
The bell rang, and students squirmed to gather their belongings and scurried out the classroom to lunch. Just as she placed her notebook into her bag, a hand grabbing her wrist stopped her. Her heart sped up, as she turned to meet the dark, concerned eyes of her sensei.
"Akemi-san..." His voice was calm and soft. "I would like to speak to you for a moment." She softly pulled her wrists back, before reverting her eyes to the wooden floor.
"Hai, sensei."
"Have a seat." He motioned to a chair in front of his desk where she sat. Kakashi took a seat at his desk, carelessly flipping through his Icha Icha book. She sat there in an awkward silence, until he spoke.
"It has come to my attention," He began, flickering a page away. "That something is not right with you."
Her heart began to race. He couldn't know. He couldn't, there was no way her lazy sensei had a clue on what was going on, as he'd always have his face buried in a porn book. No one could know, nobody.
"W-what are you talking about Kakashi-sensei?" Her voice was timid and shy.
His eyes stuck her like a knife. "Don't take me as a fool, Akemi-san. I've noticed the odd change in your behavior. You're usually on task with everything, being one of my best students. You're always in a daze, you always seem depressed, you never smile anymore." He reached out and touched her hand. "Is there anything going on at home?"
She flinched. She remembered Itachi's warning in the car this morning. And it'd be best heed his warnings. She did not want to face the consequences again. The last time she had to, she'd swore to herself that she'd never go through that again.
She took a deep breath. "Nothing is wrong, Kakashi-sensei."
"Then why did you take so long to answer?" He deadpanned.
She couldn't lose this game. "I just haven't got any sleep. That's all."
Their staring contest lasted a few seconds. "Ah, I see. Than perhaps I should call your brother and-"
"No!" She yelled, shocking herself with how much volume her voice had taken. Kakashi seemed surprised as well. Akemi was usually quiet.
"Nothing is wrong," She hadn't realized how pleading her voice had sounded, how panicked it was. "I mean it Kakashi-sensei. I've just been...feeling sick lately." It wasn't a lie. She remembers previous mornings she found herself hunched over the toilet, vomiting. Itachi was never informed of this of course.
His dark eyes were still suspicious but he sighed, giving in. "Alright then. I do hope to see you get better. Have a nice day, Akemi-san."
She forced a smile and quickly gathered her things. She couldn't get out there fast enough.
"Shakespeare's first play was..." She squinted her eyes as she looked into the textbook. It was a short day today, classes letting out at 12:15. Her partner for the project peaked over her shoulder he scanned the book.
"Henry Vlll." Gaara answered as they sat on the steps of the school, waiting for their rides. She smiled and scribbled down the answer on her notebook.
She liked Gaara. Although he was a couple years younger than her, they got along pretty well. She was familiar with him because he was the younger cousin of one of Itachi's coworkers and friend, Sasori.
As students rushed out, happy to be out of school for the weekend, she dreaded it. And since Itachi now had a home office instead of going to the actual company, he'd be home a lot more, to her dismay. Which meant she would spend a lot more time in bed, then having freedom.
She doesn't even quite remember when this all started. Maybe it was during one of her many slumbers where she dreamed of meeting her sweet prince, would he come and make it seem real. It was back when her world was full of colors and bright skies.
And it took him one night to turn everything into gray.
Now she can see it.
It was a month after their parents died. The funeral had been that day, and she had yet to change out of her black dress. The Namikazes had generously offered their roof to the Uchiha orphans, and only Sasuke went. Itachi had declined, stating that he and his sister needed time 'to themselves.' She hadn't known there was more meaning to that statement.
Itachi had dismissed the maids, allowing them a week off. They'd have the entire mansion to themselves now. And they were pretty much set for life. The will had stated all the money their parents had should be divided equally amongst the children, and Itachi was to inherit everything at the age of eighteen.
So they were alone.
She lay on her bed, wishing to just truly open her eyes and for everything to be just a dream. It wasn't. Because every time she opened her eyes, everything was the same. Everything was still dark. Nothing was bright or colorful anymore.
And it was only about to get worse.
Itachi slid into the dark room, and she would not have heard him if it had not been for the sound of the door locking. He hadn't said a word as he walked to her queen-sized bed, sitting next to her.
Conversation had been short. He asked if she were okay and if she needed anything. She numbly replied. It had been a silent decade. Then she felt him touching her, pulling her smaller frame on his lap. It was an unusual action from Itachi, but she took comfort in it anyway. She buried her face in his chest, as he stroked her thighs up and down. It was uncomfortable, but she dealt with it.
Then his hands got needy. They slowly traced every outline of her body, every dip, every curve. And by the tone of his voice, she knew something was going to happen.
"You're becoming a very beautiful girl, Imouto." He purred in her ear, as he brushed his lips against her ear, trailing down to her neck. She enjoyed the compliment, but the way he said it made her shiver. His voice was low and slurred, seductive even. She sat there numb and burning as he kissed her neck softly, his hands moving in and out between her inner thighs.
One by one, was each piece of her clothing removed from her body. He maneuvered her to lay on her back as he slowly slid her panties off. She blankly watched as he stripped himself bare, before slowly climbing back onto her.
His kisses were anything but innocent. His touches were anything but gentle. And she sat there, like his perfect little doll he said she was. But she knew it was wrong. She know this would be looked down upon by society. It didn't really hurt that much at first. She unwillingly rolled her hips into his as he pressed against her. She bit back moans as his tongue tasted her, making her feel wondrous feelings. But when he entered her, it hit her back into reality. It hurt like a bitch. Why was something that big supposed to go into something so small? How did he even fit it in? She screamed and cried and bled. He allowed her to of course, no one could hear her.
She pleaded for him to stop, it was so painful. But he wouldn't. He told her how much he loved her, and how good she felt. He would kiss away her tears as he came.
He didn't have to whisper a threat when he was done with her. There was nobody to tell.
Then it became a routine. He would come in every night. She grew used to it that whenever he came into the room, she would start stripping.
She was old enough to know what it was.
A familiar fancy black car pulled up. She got up, waving Gaara goodbye as she got in the car. There the handsome elder Uchiha sat, waiting. She closed the door and Itachi immediately pulled her onto his lap. He pecked her quickly on the lips.
"How was your day?" He ghosts his lips against her neck, his warm breath giving her shivers.
"Fine."
"Hn."
The silence was making her uncomfortable.
"Who was that?" He said, referring to Gaara.
She turned pink. "Oh, that was my friend Gaara."
She felt him tense up. "Friend? Do you like him?" She refused to meet his eyes. She knew how this would turn up. He was the reason she didn't have many male friends in the first place.
"He's my friend. Of course I do." She winced when Itachi gripped her chin a little two tightly, just like he always did. She remembers a time where she had been harassed by a boy who liked her. He would follow her around and send her little gifts and notes. When Itachi discovered one of the notes, threatening that if she didn't go out with him he would tell everyone her 'secret.' Of course Itachi took this the wrong way. He assumed she had told about the forbidden acts he'd committed. And it took her awhile,after he had reduced her to tears to convince him that she had kept her mouth shut. Itachi then took matters into his own hands. Sure enough, the boy never stepped foot near her again. Or any boy for that matter.
"As a friend? You know I don't like you hanging around with any boys, Imouto." His voice was low and dangerous, as it gone whenever he wasn't pleased.
"He's my friend, Aniki. There's nothing wrong with having friends."
"Hn." He released her chin, placing a hand on her waist. "I just don't want you doing anything to another boy." What did he take her for? She knew the consequences of 'cheating' on him, she would never, for as long as she lived, have to suffer through that again.
"I know, Aniki."
They arrived to their large home, the large, high, protective gates locking shut. He pulled in front of the house and they got out as he drove away. She was quick to get into her room, and shut it all out. She was ready to collapse into bed when she noticed a large box wrapped in a silk white ribbon.
She already had an idea on what it was. But then she remembered. It was her birthday this coming week. Itachi got his present earlier.
She unwrapped and pulled out the items in the box. She wasn't too surprised to see the sexual, provocative clothing. The first was a lacy black, see-through basque. It did no justice, it would barely cover anything up. A short, red baby-doll gown, two sets of black lacy bustier with matching panties, and two additional pairs of thigh-high fishnet stockings. There were more outfits for her to wear, but she was to tired to sort through them all.
He did enjoy it when she wore such...kinky clothing.
Setting the box aside, she eagerly fell to her bed. She welcomed slumber with an open embrace.
The weekend flies by; Just as she predicted, she was in prison in her own bed. She was too exhausted and sore to go to school on Monday, hours of pleasing Itachi in bed taking a toll on her. He lets her stay home on that day. Thankfully, he had a business meeting, he would be gone from dusk to dawn.
She had time to herself.
She ignores the worried texts from friends, all wondering why she was absent. She had perfect attendance, as every Uchiha in her family did. To miss even one day was a total shock.
She forces herself to get out of bed to get a bowl of cereal. She swallows the food down, ignoring the nausea and the headache.
Bored, she pulls out the box to see if any of them fit. Not that it would matter anyway, they were meant to be taken off. Itachi had them made especially for her, they had to be perfect. Although sometimes the bras were a size too small.
She looks at herself in the mirror. Each of the outfits fit her curves perfectly. To any other, she was beautiful. Long, slender legs, perfectly curved hips, ample bust, snowy white skin; long, silk black hair. She was the eye candy for many men, young and old, and the envy to other women.
But she hated everything about herself. The purple bruises that adorned her neck, the red marks on her stomach, her entire body. If anyone were to see this part of her, they'd be disgusted. But her body was for Itachi's eyes and his eyes only, as he'd told her many times.
A sick wave hit her, and she felt the desperate need to vomit. Rushing to the bathroom, she threw up nearly everything she had in a year. Her throat burned, and grew sore and dry. Tears came to her eyes.
She flushed and sat on the toilet, quickly checking for a red spot in her underwear. Nothing, not even cramps.
Panic rose. Her cycle had always been irregular, but it had been nearly three months since she'd last had it. Usually she would brush it off, but now her panic was starting to cloud her.
She went to one of her most trusted maids. She pleaded with the middle-aged woman to get what she needed, begging her to cover up for her. The maid hesitantly agreed with her, feeling pity for the young girl.
Nightfall. She anxiously waited for the maid to return, Itachi had yet to return from his meeting at Uchiha Inc. A knock on the door, and she eagerly jumped up to find the woman holding what she needed. She took the brown bag from her, thanking her.
She went to the bathroom, locking the door behind her. Opening the bag, she pulled out the small, white box and the item in the box. After reading and following the directions carefully, she impatiently waited.
Why did three minutes take so long?
Finally, it was done. She sent a quick prayer to the God she barely believed in and looked down at the results.
Her heart stopped.
Tears of panic and fear ran down her cheeks, as she quickly disposed of the damned item. It had to be wrong. It just had to. This was just some, cruel trick on her. Soon she'd wake up, and everything would be back to the way it once was.
But it wasn't.
She really wished her mother was there to guide her through this mishap.
Because there was no way she could live with herself, knowing she was carrying Itachi's child.
The next day it's her seventeenth birthday.
And she dreaded it.
Her birthday used to be a happy occasion; her mother would throw a huge party, gifting her with everything any girl he age could ever want. She'd doll her up in the cutest dresses, and the biggest, brightest bows...but that was nothing but a dream now; an illusion.
Itachi slid into her room at the crack of dawn. She was awakened to feel a soft pair of lips on her forehead. She opened her eyes to see her brother's dark ones. He was holding a single red rose. Cliche as it sounded, she couldn't help but love the flower.
"Happy birthday, Imouto." He gently pressed his lips against hers. She kissed back, knowing what would happen if she didn't.
He went to her drawer and pulled out a simple, yet cute outfit. A long-sleeved white blouse with a black, knee-length skirt. It was a really different day after all. Itachi never let her wear skirts. He didn't like her showing too much skin.
"Hurry and get ready. Meet me downstairs when you're done." He said as she nodded and went into her bathroom to get ready. She set the clothes on the counter before she turned on the water and stripped.
She sat there, numbly in a daze. How could she tell him? How would she tell him? She didn't know how Itachi would take the news that he was to be a father, that he had created a child. She feared his reaction. He wasn't one to really get violent unless she misbehaved, (which she rarely did) but how would he take the news of a baby? Would he be happy? Would he be angry? Her worst fear was he would want to abort the baby, because she had already begin to love him or her so. Despite how he was conceived.
Children were met to save parents from themselves after all.
After she rinsed and washed herself, she got out of the shower and quickly threw her clothes on. She put on light makeup, which was something new for her. She never wore it unless she was covering something up. She wore her long hair out, flowing in waved to her waist.
She rushed downstairs, to see Itachi waiting for her. He smiled softly as he took her in. She noticed how there were no maids working. He'd probably dismiss them for privacy.
"You look beautiful." He smoothly said as he led her to the car.
She wasn't too nervous. Maybe this time they'd go to a fancy hotel or something.
But it was a nice day. He'd taken her for a delicious breakfast, followed up a day of him taking her shopping, him approving of the clothing of course. He then took her for ice cream, a movie, and lastly a fancy dinner at her favorite restaurant.
It was night when they returned home.
She was tired, having eaten all of that food. It was days like this where she was actually happy...somewhat. She wanted to head straight to bed, after such a long day.
"Aren't you going to try your present on for me?"
He was looking at her expectantly. She had no choice. He didn't like going into explanation for what he wanted. He simply said something, and she'd obey. When she didn't, he got impatient. When she was eleven, she hadn't quite understood what he meant. She remembers frozen fear, stiff limbs as her brother showed her what he meant.
She went up to her bedroom, stripping out of her clothes and pulling out the black and red see-through corset with the matching bra and panties and pulls it on. And just for kicks, she adds the thigh-high fishnets to the outfit.
She sits on the bed, waiting for Itachi.
When he comes, he's holding handcuffs.
Happy Birthday...
The next day, she feels sick and she's sore but she still forces herself to go to school.
She tries to hide the limp in her walk as she walks to her class. Of course, she's verbally attacked with questions by her friends on why she had been absent. She brushes them off, stating that she had gotten a stomach bug. Which she still had.
She dreaded going to Kakashi's class.
He taught English, which was her best and favorite subject. But ever since that talk they'd had last week, she had been pretty edgy about seeing him, knowing he would now keep an eye on her. Kakashi was very observant.
But it was hard for her to look 100% healthy. Her head was hurting, she still felt sour, and nausea was rising in her throat. It was hard not to pass out. She was happy when she was excused to go to the nurse. But she wasn't stupid enough to go there, so she spent the time in the bathroom, vomiting.
The bell rang.
It was physical education.
She was excused from it for the day, having been absent before. She sat on the bleachers and watched as the class ran laps when the teacher called out to her.
She was sent to the counselor's office, which made her stomach quench. Her nerves were unsettling, her gut was burning with fear. Why was the counselor suddenly interested in her? Was she getting an award or something? That was usually the reason she went to the counselor.
When she entered she saw the young woman sitting at her desk, before looking up at her and smiling.
"Hello, Akemi-san. Have a seat."
She obeyed , nervously poking at the silk of her shirt. The counselor then gave a chuckle.
"Don't be worried, Akemi-san. You're not in trouble."
Than why was she here?
"Your teacher came to me a couple of days ago, expressing concern." She reached out and placed a hand on hers. "Is everything okay at home?"
"Yes. It's fine." She's been trained for this. She can't mess up now, her life depended on it. Possibly the life of her baby.
"You sure?"
"Positive."
"What about your family? It's come to my understanding from an anonymous source that your parents are dead and your brothers-"
Anonymous? "Everything is fine," She cut her off. She could feel her leg shaking. She was onto her, everyone was onto her. She felt like these walls were slowly closing up. "Can I leave please?"
Slightly, did the counselor's lips turn up. "Don't be in a rush, Uchiha-san. We've only got thirty minuets left of school, I can excuse you from class."
She could feel herself shaking. Nausea rose in her throat. She stood up. "You don't understand, there's this important assignment that I have and if I don't turn it in-"
"I will email your teacher, Akemi-san. Please have a seat."
She slowly did, staring at the floor. Her head was starting to hurt. She was getting sweaty.
"Are you okay, Akemi-san? You look ready to pass out. Have some water." She turned to the mini fridge and pulled out a water bottle which the girl graciously accepted. She chugged the first half down. It helped make the world feel less hotter.
"But as I was saying, your parents died seven years ago, correct?" Akemi nodded. "And who do you live with now?"
"My brother. He's twenty, about to be twenty-one."
"What about your other one?"
"He's fifteen. He doesn't stay with us. He stays with our great uncle."
"I see. So it's just you and Itachi, eh?" She nodded, trying not to give any signs. She only hoped to God that Itachi wouldn't be aware of this discussion with the counselor. Heaven knows what he would do.
"Yes." Frequently she would look at the clock. The next words the counselor were a blur. Her leg was bouncing with impatience. She wanted to go. She needed to go, and she needed to go now.
"So how's your relationship with Itachi?" She hit one there. Why was she snooping into her life so much? No matter what, she couldn't slip. She couldn't break. But all in all, she couldn't deny it. The glass was slowly cracking.
"It's fine." She replied immediately. Any hesitation would give this bitch what she needs. Seven minuets...
"You sure about that?" She was starting to get angry. Who was this lady to come and snoop through her life? It was nobody's business.
"Yes, I'm sure." She can't hold back the malice and irritation in her voice. She stands. "I'm going to the bathroom." She leaves without waiting for a response. She's relieved to hear the bell ring shortly after.
Itachi isn't in the car when she gets picked up. Something must have happened. Something that wasn't good.
When she enters the house, she hears Itachi talking on the phone in his office. By the way he sounds, he doesn't seem to happy. She stands by the closed door, listening.
"I can assure you, Misora-san, my Imouto is fine. She's just been having an upset stomach lately, that's all. Oh you spoke to her earlier? Ah, I see, I see. Well I appreciate that you called. Have a good day."
She moves to rush to her room. She doesn't get very far.
"Akemi." His voice called out. She freezes, knowing she's been caught. She turns towards the door,which is slightly open. "Come here."
Disobedience would only lead to pain. She slowly enters the room, closing the door. His back is to her, and she is unable to see his face.
Then he stands, turning to face her. His face is completely stoic, and it terrifies her to no end. Whenever Itachi would hold his anger in, it would only get worse for her.
He walks closer to her. He gently grasps her chin, looking into her eyes. His eyes are calm, but she knows better to believe that.
"Who did you tell?" His voice is soft.
That stupid bitch. She did that on purpose, calling Itachi in the moment of her distress. Why couldn't they all just leave her alone?
"Nobody."
She's slammed against the wall, his hand on her neck. The air is escaping her throat.
"Do not lie to me, Imouto." Now his voice is low and deadly. She struggles to respond, but she can't breath. Itachi drops his grip and she falls to the floor. She struggles to capture her breath, panting.
She slowly stands up. "I-I didn't tell anyone!"
His hand comes to strike her face so quickly, she doesn't even see it coming. Her cheek burns, before reducing to a numb feeling. Tears sting her eyes.
"You're a horrible little girl, Akemi. I can't believe you have the nerve to sit there and lie to my face. You have no shame, do you?" The glint he had in his eyes was not a good one. She knew what was to come.
She finds herself on the floor once more, crawling away like the pitiful thing she was as he walks towards her. "Aniki, please, I'm not lying!" She cries out as he pulls her by her hair, and she's put against the wall.
"Don't you remember when I warned you?" His voice whispered in her ear. He yanks his hand back,and it hurts, it hurts very bad. She bites her lip to keep from screaming. "When I warned you of what would happen if you tell? Have you forgotten already?" Her neck is starting to hurt, and suddenly she's slammed against the wall. She could feel herself blacking out.
He leans his lips against her ears, licking a tear that fell from her eyes. "If you tell...there will be consequences."
Her blood rushes from her head as everything goes black.
She awakens, she's crumpled on her bed.
To her surprise, she still fully clothed. The only thing she can feel is Itachi's grip on her neck.
She can't show her face in school. Not after that. The counselor was onto her, Kakashi was onto her. She wouldn't know what she would do if her friends found out. She'd be labeled a whore, a freak. No one would believe her side of the story. No one would believe that the sexy, charming, successful CEO of one of the most highest ranking companies in the world would do such a heinous thing as rape and incest.
She moves to get her phone off the charger, to see she has one new message. She opens it to see it's from her friend Miyumi.
Miyumi- Is it true! Akemi, call me right now!
Narrowing her eyes, she sent a reply. Is what true?
Her phone buzzes. You need to see this, like right now. In the message, there's a link to the website. Shaking, she clicks on it. Her heart stops at the headline.
SECRETS! LIES! FORBIDDEN LOVE! UCHIHA INC. CEO ACCUSED OF INCEST?
Her heart is pounding furiously. Judging by the date, the article had been published that day. It was new.
She feels ready to pass out again. She's sure all this stress is not good for the baby. Everywhere she looks, the story was everywhere on the news. She tries to calm herself. It's fake, she tells herself. People these days would do anything for money, for attention. They throw a story out about the most well-known family in the world, they're bound to get something. There was no proof. It was all a lie.
She lays and stares at the wall, for a long, long time. She feels as if it'll soon swallow her up. Whatever the outcome of this was, she knows Itachi's wrath will be horrible.
She gets up from bed, into the hallway where downstairs she can hear Itachi talking on the phone.
"Do I have to spell it out for you? There's no need for a lawyer, because this will not go to court. But I do intend for whoever published this to be ready, because I will be suing. This is ridiculous."
She stirs away from the conversation, wondering off back to her room. She's surprised to see how many missed calls she has. Over twenty five, and it's barely been seven minuets! Ten of them are from Miyumi, five from a distant cousin who she hasn't talk to in about 4 months, five from another friend of hers, three from an unknown number and one from someone she'd least expect.
Everything is building up inside her. It needs an outlet, because soon she was going to explode. She wants to scream, she wants to cry, but that would catch Itachi's attention. She finds something shiny sitting on her dresser. A razor.
She picks it up, twirling it around in her fingers. It's sharp.
She sees red. Her skin on her arm rips apart, and blood pools out of it. It was such a beautiful sight, and the only thing Akemi can do is numbly watch and smile. She picks up her phone, calling a number.
The damn buzzing sound is giving her a migraine. After the fourth ring, she gets an answer.
Silence. The sound of low breathing.
Finally, he speaks.
"Akemi, what the fuck?"
She starts laughing, laughing so hard her shoulders were shaking. "Language, little brother. I do hope you're not being influenced to speak in such a way. What would mother think if she were to hear you speak so vulgarly?"
She smirks in satisfaction as she hears Sasuke growl over the phone. "Akemi, is this true?"
"Is what true?" Her voice purrs out in a tease. She's not gonna make it easy for him. He never cared about her before, and it was far too late to start now. Way to late.
"Stop playing with me, Akemi."
"I wasn't aware you wanted to play a game, Sasuke. Aren't you too old for that?"
The tension is so thick, she can literally feel his rage over the phone. Sasuke never did have the best temper.
"Don't fuck around! Stop being such an idiot, this is serious!" His voice is laced with anger and irritation, but she isn't afraid. Itachi's voice always managed to send chills down her spine, just by saying her name.
"Calm down, Sasuke. You don't want to pop a vein." She giggles, like a giddy school girl around her crush. She sees why Itachi seemed to enjoy tormenting their younger brother in a sense. He was such an easy target.
"Stop fucking around! Now is this true or not?"
"What I want to know is, Otouto, why do you care?" She snarls out, growing tired of her little game. Maybe she was just tired of everything.
Long period of silence.
"Your lack of response is the answer I need. Now if you don't mind, I'm busy." She hangs up, tossing the phone aside. She hears it shatter on the floor. It doesn't matter if it's broken, she had more than enough money to buy over a hundred phones. She had a spare anyways.
But she couldn't go to sleep. Not with the overwhelming fear that Itachi would come in her room and hurt her more. Anything he did now would affect the baby. The baby in which he doesn't know about. As if she could ever tell him.
Her room is illuminated by the moon that shines through the darkness. There will be whispering, there will be stares. And it was all gonna be too much to handle. How she longed for her mother's embrace again.
That was the only thing that got her through the night.
Whispers.
Stares.
Pointing.
She's not even there, really. She floats through the halls, her mind in a trance.
The moment she reaches her locker, a hand slams it shut. She sees blond hair and blue eyes. Namikaze Naruto. Sasuke's best frenemy. Son of Konoha's current mayor. She was familiar with him, she used to stay with him and his parents whenever her parents went on trips. His normal cheerfulness is gone, and that was odd.
"Akemi-nee..." His voice is quiet and hesitant. She finds herself looking him in the eyes. His blue, melancholic eyes. "Is it true?"
"I know you're not this naive Naruto," She's surprised at how cold her voice sounds. She'd always considered the blond to be a younger brother, more so than the other. "Don't be so gullible. Of course it's not true. Itachi would never hurt me." She's so used to lying she doesn't even realize doing it anymore.
"Do you promise?" His voice is shaking.
"Yes, I promise. Would I ever lie to you, Naruto?" Naruto looked like he didn't believe her. It actually hurt her, seeing the look in his eyes. She couldn't bare to look any longer. She walked away,off her next class.
Ms. Yuuhi soon-to-be Sarutobi was a kind woman and good teacher. But the pity in her eyes when the young female Uchiha comes into her room makes Akemi want to run away and hide. She didn't want their pity.
She's not too deaf as she listens to the low whispers about her from the students behind her. They awkwardly sit away from her.
She's in the midst of Lunch when she's called to the counselor's office.
She doesn't bother giving a greeting as she slumps in the chair, pulling out her spare phone. The counselor taps her fingers against the desk.
"Well?" Misora breaks the silence.
"Well what?" Akemi answers coldly, wanting to scratch her eyes out. She's the one who started this. If only she had just kept her mouth shut. That's what gets you in trouble in the real world.
"Explain."
"There's nothing to explain." She snaps, glaring at the woman. "I don't know why you're so hellbent on getting anything out of me. I already told you nothing is going on, do I have to spell it out for you? I wonder who was in their right mind to give you a degree."
The woman brushes of the rude comment before sighing. "Akemi-san, I'm only trying to help-"
"I don't need your help!" She snapped, knocking over the mug of coffee that sat on the desk. The glass shatters, and as does her mask. "Why do you care? Why would you care? Because I'm an Uchiha and anyone can earn a quick buck with that name? It's not like anyone cared before, and it's damn to late to start now!"
"You're not a very good liar, Akemi-san. Why do you keep defending him?" Misora's voice is lingering with impatience. Akemi falls silent, glowering at the woman. Two could play at that game.
"This is ridiculous." She doesn't care that her voice is shaking, cracking. "I wish you can get it through your thick skull that Itachi has done nothing to me. This is a waste of time. I don't have to answer anything." She stands up, heading towards the door.
"Akemi!"
"I'm not saying anything without a lawyer." She sings, giggling as if she were on something. She leaves the room, everything in front of her is coming at her fast. She's walking quickly, and soon she finds herself running. People call after her, but she ignores them all, their voices burning holes.
She's done with it all.
She can't see them. She can't see all this judging eyes, ignorant mouths, and disgusted faces. Because she knows what they all see. Her under her brother's frame, naked and afraid.
She takes a cab. The driver looks at her with those eyes. She ignores them.
But as she sits in the cab on the way home, she sees the look in Naruto's eyes, the desperation in Sasuke's voice and she instantly feels guilty. That was the reason why nobody cared.
Because she wouldn't let them.
She tries to slide in the house as quietly as she can.
Itachi is home, and he doesn't tolerate skipping school all too well. Before she can turn the first corner she hears a voice.
"Weakling." His voice taunts. Tears burn her eyes as she turns to look at dear Aniki. He's leaning against the wall near the stairs, smirking. "I expected more from you, Akemi. But you're a coward. Just like Sasuke."
She wants to scream. She wants to cry, fall to the ground and throw a tantrum. She wants to take a gun and point it to her head, take a rope and tie it to her neck, stab Itachi in his smug, beautiful face.
She needs someone. But no one's there.
Itachi leaves to go to a meeting Akatsuki Inc.
She doesn't see the car that pulls into the driveway, as a young teen with unruly hair steps out and stomps to the door, another blond teen in tow.
Akemi goes into her room.
She doesn't come out.
I did not expect this to be so long O.o
This is an idea that's been playing around in my mind :) It's not the actual chapter 9, more like...an omake kinda. This chapter takes place in the modern world...with a very similar concept to the actual story
I wanted to take a break from writing that for awhile, but don't worry, I'm not so far behind with the actual chapter for Moment Of Clarity, so it should be out soon :)
Please review, tell me what you think! Would you like to see more like this? I am planning a different Omake in the future, however...
Review! No flames...
