WARNING: the next few chapters are going to be super ratchet and full of drama. Ahahaha xD I'm saying that like it's a bad thing. REGULAR PV
I can turn it on
Be a good machine
I can hold the weight of worlds
If that's what you need
Be your everything
I can do it
I can do it
I'll get through it
Human- Christina Perri
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"You got me a body-guard?" Sasuke turned his head towards the man with white hair sitting on the couch, sipping from a plastic water bottle. He was sitting next to Itachi's incredibly huge, bulking body guard, smirking, staring over at Itachi, who has an eyebrow raised.
"Listen, I know this is sudden but with recent events, Madara and I…"
"Oh, so this is really just Madara's idea?"
"Hey, don't drag me into this. If I had it all my way, you would just be chained up in Itachi's bed. But the world isn't perfect." Madara came to stand next to his nephew, poking him in the temple. "See? This is why I didn't want to be involved when you told him. He would just throw me under the bus with his assumptions."
Sasuke turned away from his 'father' and clicked his tongue, looking straight at Itachi. "I don't need a body-guard. Your father just caught me off guard. I can protect myself."
"Sasuke, this isn't up for discussion. You think I keep Kisame around because I can't protect myself? Well, you'd be wrong. But sometimes it's nice knowing that there is someone there who has your back." Itachi came to stand next to the smaller raven, running a hand against his cheek. "Kisame looked for a while and Suigetsu is the best we could fine. You'll thank me for this later."
Sasuke turned his head away defiantly, eyes flashing with rage and a different emotion Itachi fully couldn't name. If he had to guess, it was something akin to panic. He was about to open his mouth when Suigetsu, getting bored with the scene, decided perhaps he should get off his ass and run to his own defense. He wrapped his arm around Sasuke's shoulder, making the pretend-Uchiha cringe but he was unable to pull himself away.
"Alright Princess, this is how things are going to be…" Sasuke's face went from annoyed and blank, to murderous in two seconds flat.
Madara couldn't contain the bubbles of laughter as they leapt from his throat. "Princess. That's rich."
"Yeah, I called you Princess, and no, I don't care if you glare holes into the side of my head." Suigetsu moved so that he was pacing around the raven. Suddenly Sasuke felt something cold and metal pressing into the side of his head. He turned his eyes so that he and Suigetsu were glancing at each other, looking through the trigger of the gun. Sasuke's eyes were shining with adrenaline. This idiot was either trying to give him a moment to prove that he could protect himself, or he was suicidal. And true to his thoughts, Madara was reaching towards his back pocket. But Sasuke was faster. He grabbed Suigetsu's arm, spinning his elbow back so that it collided into Suigetsu's chest, knocking the breath from him. The gun loosened from his grip and Sasuke's hand viper struck Suigetsu's elbow, causing the gun to come flying from his hand. Suigetsu stumbled slight, his footing getting mixed as he tried to worm around the raven. But Sasuke didn't let him get far before he swept both legs from under him.
"Next time," Sasuke said, face slightly flushed from how hard his heart was beating. His hand on Suigetsu's head, holding it down to the floor. Adrenaline made his head swim, "remember that your Princess doesn't need a Prince Charming."
"NO FAIR! I WANT A REMATCH!" Suigetsu was flustered as he leapt back onto his feet, scrambling to get his gun in the process. Madara had stilled his hand and slowly returned it to his side, smirking. "YOU GUYS DIDN'T TELL ME HE WAS PRACTICALLY MILITARY TRAINED!"
"We didn't know." Madara was still smirking, there was laugher bounding in his eyes. He walked up to his 'son', kissing him softly on the forehead. "I'm surprised. It is incredibly rare that Danzo teaches the merchandise defense tactics."
Sasuke looked at Suigetsu, turned to briefly look at Itachi, who was shaking his head before glancing back at Madara. "He didn't. I had to occupy my boredom somehow. And it is surprising what kind of books and resources Danzo lets hang around. Though, to be all in fairness, most of the others couldn't read. Most of what I did there in my free time was for my benefit. I refused to be helpless. Of course, Danzo never knew about any of that. He would have had to 'retrain' me. No one knew but me." Sasuke turned so that he was face to face with his 'father'. "Though, I won't tell if you won't." He leaned in, wrapping his arms around Madara's neck. "Besides, Daddy doesn't this prove I don't need a body-guard?"
Madara was smirking wider. He loved how Sasuke attempted to manipulate him. It was endearing for Sasuke to think that his charm worked on everyone. It worked a hundred percent of the time with Naruto and most of the time with Itachi, but Madara was not so swayed by a pretty face; even if it had nice, pouty, full lips.
"Listen, beautiful." Sasuke's face was blank as his arms were removed from Madara's neck. "Unless you're willing to be a cut-throat little bitch and under mind your master, I suggest you quit before we're taking a mini-vacation in my bed." Madara turned away from Sasuke, who was pouting, arms folded over his chest. "And as for you, Suigetsu, well…Maybe Sasuke doesn't need you…"
Suigetsu's face bleached with horror at those words. Oh shit, he knew he should have rejected Kisame's request as soon as he got that email. He knew dealing with these kinds of people was only going to get him killed. He swallowed hard, eyes trained on Madara. He had an extra gun strapped to his stomach, just in case. Suigetsu figured Madara would be packing heat, but he didn't know if he should over-estimate Madara just now. Madara seemed like a big time criminal, despite all the positive press. But that didn't mean he was total monster, right?
But then again, he did know the state secrets of the Uchiha clan. And that meant a body was going to go out in a bag.
"Although," Both Suigetsu and Sasuke tensed. The raven felt a soft bead a sweat trailing down his neck. "Supposing that Sasuke can kill you, it won't really be a problem." Madara pulled a gun from the tucked in area of his jacket, handing it to his 'son'. Sasuke had never held a gun before and it was heavy in his hand, foreign with a strange sense of power. "Do it, Sasuke. He knows too much."
"WHAT?!" Suigetsu looked over at Kisame, eyes pleadingly wide as he searched for any hint of sympathy in his formed trainer's eyes. He saw nothing. Kisame just stared right back at him, shrugging. How did he not see this as a bad idea from the start? If Sasuke didn't shoot to kill him today, he would definitely go home and shoot himself for being such an idiot.
"I'm not going to kill him, Madara!" Sasuke's voice rang heavy and clear through Suigetsu's head. YES! He was saved! He would throw his arms around Sasuke but he still had a very powerful weapon in his hand and judging from the previous embrace, Sasuke wasn't too big on gratitude via contact. "There's no reason to kill him. You brought him into this, he doesn't want to be part of your game."
"So you're saying you won't kill him...? Or is it more akin to not being able to kill him?" Madara's eyes shone brightly. That's where it all was dancing, mixing sinister and beauty to create something almost inhuman. Sasuke averted his eyes away from Madara and the oldest Uchiha started to laugh. "That's what I thought." He walked over to the stunned white-haired man, patting him roughly on the shoulder. "Sasuke, you may be trained to defend yourself but that means nothing when you can't go far enough to make sure none of your enemies can pin you down with a second attempt. As long as you cannot kill, and your moral compass is still pointing you towards good, then you'll need Suigetsu." Madara was striding forward, his pacing even as he strode closer to the front door. He was smiling as he turned, acknowledging all of them in the living room. "Oh and Suigetsu, you manage to beat Sasuke in a fight and I might just throw in a little extra money. Why not make this relationship of yours a little more interesting, huh?"
And with that, Madara opened the door, shutting it behind him.
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"This is so stupid…" Sasuke muttered as Suigetsu followed behind him. Sasuke was getting more and more used to have Suigetsu presence following him around but it was still strange, either way. It was the first day that they were supposed to get to know each other. Sasuke was annoyed.
He had thought maybe his little show of strength would free him from having a body-guard but Itachi almost seemed more reluctant afterwards. And then Madara just had to open his mouth, he just had to. After the proposal, Suigetsu seemed incredibly reluctant to leave Sasuke's side in hopes he could find an opening. Or that's how it seemed.
"It could be worse, Princess." Suigetsu said, taking a loud gulp from his water bottle.
Sasuke had noticed that Suigetsu had a very strange addiction, water. He had about thirty bottles with him at all time. And instead of how people chain-smoked cigarettes, he chain-drank water. It was like he was constantly thirsty. Sasuke wanted to ask him about his strange quirk but that would signal that Sasuke was curious about his companion and that he may actually LIKE to spend time with him. That was the last thing he wanted. If Suigetsu felt uncomfortable and unwanted for long enough, Sasuke hoped that he would just leave.
Though, he did know very sensitive information. Madara probably wouldn't let him live if he just left. From his display the previous day, it was more than apparent that Madara was ready to resort to violence to protect any of his assets. Sasuke knew that though. Madara had a tragic past. He may not say much about it, except on rare occasions, but that didn't mean it didn't happen. There was something there, hidden under the floorboards of Madara's heart. He was defensive for a reason.
Suigetsu was watching the back of Sasuke's head as he followed him down the sidewalk. He could tell that this guy was just trying to be normal; that he just wanted to be a person. Suigetsu could understand that. Everyone wanted to be normal. But, as Suigetsu knew, life didn't always deal the best of hands, especially not to those who craved it most.
However, Sasuke normalcy was bought. He was almost forced to put on a face and walk around as someone who had a normal life. But how could you act normal when you weren't even allowed to have a single taste of it? And to the very well trained eye, you could see the cracks in Sasuke's mask. Madara and Itachi may have built him a life, but they should have made sure the foundation they built it on was more stable. To Suigetsu, this was all going to be a matter of time.
"Alright, Princess, let me just say one thing." Suigetsu stopped walking and Sasuke also paused in front of him, turning to face him. "I get that you don't want me around, but like it or not, you don't know how things really work in this town."
"You're saying that to me, of all people?" Sasuke asked, his eyebrows raised. "I'm assuming that since Madara said I needed to kill you that you know about me. So, want to rephrase that?"
Suigetsu buttoned his lips. How exactly could he say what he meant without hurting Sasuke's feelings or making it too vague that Sasuke could just run through his argument? He sighed and they started walking again. "All I'm going to say is that there is a lot of money and weight being thrown around right now. And you seem to be caught right in the middle of it."
Sasuke turned again, making Suigetsu almost run into him as they both stopped. "Just because I wasn't raised on the streets doesn't mean I don't know how they work, Suigetsu. I know very well my position is NOT one to be favored. But there isn't much I can do but hang on for the ride."
Suigetsu nodded and they continued walking. The white haired man, walking behind the pretend-Uchiha, couldn't help but notice that he kept digging into his pocket, staring at his phone, before shoving it right back in. He wondered what that was all about.
"Suigetsu, we need to move quickly soon…"
The white haired man looked at the raven in front of him, eyebrow raised. "Why?"
"Paparazzi…"
"Oh my God." All of them seemed to turn all at once when they saw the pair and all the color seemingly drained out of him face.
Suigetsu realized then, that his life was going to get so much more difficult.
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Itachi was going through his emails, moving them into specific folders, deleting them when he saw fit, and marking them for printing into his files. He should really ask Konan to start doing these things for him but for some reason he felt like she would mess it up. He shook his head. He really needed to start slackening the grip of his death hold over his life.
He leaned back in his chair and rubbed his eyes, shaking his head. This was becoming too much. His life seemed as though it was starting to spiral out of control. Trying to protect their secret, Sasuke's emotional wildness, Madara's moods, his father…
A brief visage of his father smiling came to Itachi's mind and he couldn't exactly place the image in his memory. He was sure his father had smiled plenty of times in the past, but most of the memories remembered the most vividly weren't exactly of the happiest times. He didn't exactly have the best childhood after his brother…Vanished.
Itachi looked away from the computer, stood up quickly, and turned towards the window. He looked out into the business district and saw tall skyscrapers of towering glass, steel backbones standing firm, and then in some of the corners he could see the old buildings of bought out competitors, sagging with age and lack of use. The corporate game constantly thrown in Itachi's face, he spent eight years in college to end up at his uncle's company, not actually using the skills he procured to create anything. Madara was always much better at it anyway since he had nearly twenty years of experience but it still bothered Itachi sometimes.
At the time it seemed as though he was finally following his own path. He had ignored his father's pleas for him to join the army, then ignored him again when he implored Itachi to join the police academy. Itachi, thought, sometimes felt guilty about his decisions; that he had wasted all the years of physical training his father gave him while he had been under his care. However, when he had those moments, it just took a few carefully selected memories of his childhood to make him realize that his father putting a child who was only eight under that much pressure to preform was the exact reason he had control issues.
And then, to be fair, when he was under Madara's care, he made Itachi's take up karate mostly because Izuna had been so paranoid something was going to happen to Itachi. It just made Izuna so much less on edge. How Itachi hadn't seen how distressed Izuna actually was, was completely beyond him. All the signs had been there.
Itachi looked away from the window then. Yet again, there he was. Blaming himself for things that weren't really his fault. He could have never predicted Izuna's suicide. He never could have predicted his mother's suicide. He never could have stopped the man who took his brother…
He sat back down at this desk. How could one family have this much tragedy? Itachi kicked his legs up on his desk and sat back, hands behind his head. The Uchiha clan must have been cursed or something, built up so much bad karma that there was no way to repay it all over time. Itachi sighed. His father especially must have racked up the bad karma, losing both children, his wife, and brothers all in one life time. Maybe that's why Fugaku seemed so crazy yet normal when Itachi spoke to him.
His father had seemed so sure, Itachi couldn't understand why. They had sunk millions of dollars in police efforts, search parties, private detectives, and just any last ditch effort his father could think of. It all was clean. It was like Sasuke had never existed. And having him disappear like that made no sense to Itachi. The Uchiha family was rich, especially Madara's branch of the family. They could have held Sasuke for ransom. Madara and Fugaku could have easily covered any price, even in the hundred millions. Madara was now billionaire, he had plenty of money to spare at any given time.
Maybe that was why Fugaku seemed so sure…Maybe he believed Sasuke was alive. But then again, it had been twenty years. And that's a very long time for someone to be missing without any hint of them appearing. And as much as Itachi tried to deny it, Sasuke looked a lot like his mother. Madara had told him his father was making strange connects like that too, though. How could it be crazy if it seemed to be true? Then again, Sasuke also did look a lot like Izuna as well and his father never mentioned that either. Perhaps that would be because it reaffirmed that it could mean Sasuke was really Madara's son.
His father may have been a retired police officer, but he knew his father couldn't still be that sharp. So, if it wasn't just dumb luck or skill that meant there had to be a slice of validity to it, right? Did that mean there was a chance his father was right all along? That his Sasuke was actually his brother, Sasuke?
Itachi shook his head, dragging his hands down his face, breathing out loudly. "Wow, what a pretty face." Madara said, as he opened Itachi's office door. Heat boiled behind Itachi's skin and he looked away from his uncle and at his computer. Madara leaned over Itachi's chair, giving his nephew a kiss on the top of his head. "Hn, you're a little more wistful than usual. What's wrong?"
"I was just thinking about my father…And Izuna…" Itachi muttered. "Just, you know, typical repressed guilt."
"Maybe I should get you a therapist." Madara replied. "You need to let this all go, Itachi. It's going to make your pretty face get old faster. I mean think about what I would look like if I let all the guilt get me down. I'd look worse than your father."
"I don't know." Itachi said with a shrug. "Sometimes I feel like I'm not doing the right thing and the reason why I have so much guilt is because I need to focus my attention so where else, but I just don't know where."
"By doing what?" Madara asked, eyebrow raised, drawing his features to slightly wrinkle. "If you let all of your guilt for what happened really get to you, you'd become your father, Itachi. And I don't want to have to remind you of what kind of man he became. Itachi, you have to become comfortable with who you are, and what unconscious desires you really have. I mean, we both know why you picked that raven brat in the first place. You have a fetish for it, after all."
Itachi scoffed, face reddening. "Freudian desires aside, Madara, there must be something else here that's working me over. I keep thinking about it, no matter what. The only time I ever just stop and let my mind go free is when I'm with him."
"Oh God." Madara buried his head in his hands. "You're in love with him, aren't you? Genuinely too! You disgust me!" Madara, true to his age and maturity, made gagging noises and stuck his tongue out in revilement.
"So what if I am? Shouldn't you be happy I found someone after twenty-five years?"
"No." Madara said very bluntly. "You technically fell in love with a prostitute who's an emotional wreck and a brat to boot. And plus, you named him after your little brother, which caused us sooo many unwanted problems."
"Well, to be fair, loving uncle, you said I could have whatever I want."
"I'm too nice to you." Madara whined. "No one's ever nice to me. I care too much, obviously." Madara and Itachi's phones both went off: Itachi's buzzing loudly on his desk while Madara's chimed like a whistle in his pocket. "Oh joy, it's that brat Kyuubi. I don't see why he thinks I'm going to talk to him. I banged his brother, not him. He should get over that."
"…My text is also from Kyuubi." Itachi's eyebrows furrowed together. "What does yours say?"
Madara didn't like the look on Itachi's face and opened the message. "Have you seen Naruto? He didn't come home last night."
"Naruto didn't come home…Why does he assume I'd know anything about that?" Madara muttered, looking down at Itachi. "Was he with Sasuke?"
Itachi shook his head. "No, I was with him all night. Naruto didn't even text him, which Sasuke remarked was kind of strange. I'll text Sasuke to see if he knows anything. Don't say anything to Kyuubi just yet, okay? I don't want him freaking out over nothing."
Madara shrugged. "It's so strange that Naruto goes missing and everyone sounds the alarm but when Kyuubi used to fall off the face of the Earth for months at a time, no one even batted an eye."
"Kyuubi always told me where he was going." Itachi muttered. "Plus with Kyuubi, Minato could easily follow the receipts. He knew when Kyuubi was going before he even left. Naruto isn't as much of a free spirit. So of course they're going to be worried. I'm just hop-"
"Don't say it, Itachi. Cause the moment you say it, the moment it becomes real." Madara said. "I'll do some checking around, it's not hard to hack into someone's bank statements. I'll call you if anything strange pops up, or if he bought himself a Kyuubi-like trip."
Itachi nodded and stared at his phone, hearing the door click behind his uncle as he left. He wanted to say that something about this situation didn't sit right with him. That maybe something happened to Naruto, but Madara was right, the moment you started to think something had gone wrong, the more likely you were to jump to conclusions. Itachi couldn't assume anything yet. He needed the facts first.
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"Why do you keep checking your phone like that?" Suigetsu asked, obviously getting annoyed. Sasuke turned, his face being one of slight embarrassment, like he himself hadn't noticed he was acting strangely.
"Hn." Sasuke just looked away and continued to stare at his phone.
"Are you like waiting for something? Or are you contemplating a murder, perhaps and need a code word?"
"I'm waiting for someone to text me." Sasuke reply was blunt and Suigetsu shook his head, annoyed more and more by the pretend Uchiha. He had the same attitude as Madara and Itachi, he looked exactly like them. It was so weird that he wasn't actually one of them. Suigetsu's eye twitched.
"Who? Itachi? Madara? Aliens?"
"Why do you care?" Sasuke asked, turning in his seat. He was almost hoping the waitress would come back with their food but then he realized he could torture Suigetsu with not knowing who was preoccupying his mind so.
"I'm deeply concerned, as your friend, with your personal affairs. Come on yo, I'm just really bored and I might as well know everything I need to know about you so I can better protect you. Do you think Itachi keeps secrets from Kisame? Nope, no he doesn't. We gotta have a relationship like that, Princess. It's my job after all."
"Why don't you just guess? I'm a creature of habit."
Suigetsu's eyes rolled in their sockets as he sat there with Sasuke. He didn't know why this was bothering him so much. In fact, he wasn't even sure why he cared that much. Maybe it was because due to whoever not texting him, Sasuke had been ignoring him even more severely. He doubted it was Madara because Sasuke would most likely make a visible or audible sign of irritation. It wasn't Itachi either, he saw what Sasuke looked like when he got those texts. His mood was actually something akin to a normal human's. Then who else was there?
He had read a great deal about the Uchiha family since he was offered the job and most of the material had been about Sasuke and Sasuke's relationships…Relationships…Oh. OH.
"Wait, are all those tabloids about you and Naruto actually true then? How could you, you cold-hearted slut! Itachi loves you." Sasuke's face burst with red as he slapped his hands over Suigetsu's mouth.
"SHUT YOUR MOUTH." Sasuke whispered harshly. People were looking over at the duo, eyebrows raised. Other were taking quick pictures, knowing Sasuke was famous. He hoped none of them were paparazzi or that they really heard what Suigetsu had said. "It's not true, alright? Naruto and I aren't dating, I'm doing it for the cameras. I can't let them catch on to me and Itachi, can I?"
"However…?" Suigetsu was leading him and Sasuke supposed he should Suigetsu in on this, at least.
"However, Naruto is in love with me. And usually if we're not together, he's texting me at least three times a minute." Sasuke's face became pained and Suigetsu actually felt awkward about prying. He didn't know why. It was stupid for him to feel like he was intruding since he technically needed to know all of Sasuke's social connections and just WHO he was getting himself involved with. "But he hasn't texted me in nearly two days. I'm worried. He won't reply to my texts and a few minutes ago I got a text from Itachi asking if I'd seen Naruto today. Something's going on…"
Suigetsu looked Sasuke's straight in the face. "Do you think this has something to do with you? Because there's probably a hundred more likely reasons he isn't texting you. Don't worry so much."
Sasuke shrugged. "I have plenty of reason to have suspicion." The look in Sasuke's eyes made Suigetsu free up a little, not knowing exactly what Sasuke could possibly hold in those soft, obsidian wells. "If I tell you a secret, will you keep from Madara and Itachi? Can I trust you, Suigetsu?"
Suigetsu hands quaked. He didn't know why he felt so nervous. Sasuke wanted to trust him and that struck him as strange. He had been so stand-offish before and now he was ready to open up to him. Suigetsu knew that this stuff was going to be heavy. And it could be so heavy that he wouldn't be able to handle it.
"I need someone I can trust, Suigetsu. Do you understand that?"
"I understand, Sasuke. You can trust me. You ne-"
Sasuke's phone starting ringing and he frowned, pulling the device off the table in a rush. When he looked at the screen, Sasuke's face seemed to grow cold and he stood up suddenly. "Excuse me for a second, Suigetsu."
The white haired man watched as Sasuke's shadow bounced off the wall and disappeared out the door.
Sasuke's heart was beating loudly in his chest as the slide the lock screen open. He knew who this blocked number was. He knew what it meant when he answered the call. He just hoped his suspicion about it was unfounded. But the implications of hope were heavy.
"Hello?"
The line was cluttered with static but he could hear something very distinct crackling up through the static. It was deep sobbing, the only sobbing that broke through the lips when you were really suffering, when your heart and body were so much in sync with pain that it felt like nothing could fix it. And that sobbing voice, he knew it. He knew that fucking voice perfectly well…
"Naruto?"
"Hello, Daisuke. Or do you prefer the name your master gave you?" Sasuke put a hand over his mouth to hold the bile building up in the back of his throat. He couldn't believe it. He couldn't. How could this happen? Why was this happening? "How are you, my beautiful doll?"
"Orochimaru, please. Don't do this. Please, don't do this, he has NOTHING to do with me."
"He's so beautiful, isn't he? Even when he's sniveling like that. Though, I have a different preference for beauty in your category, Kabuto has taken a real shine to him. Haven't you?" There was a sudden, loud cry from Naruto. It sounded like he being ripped in half and he couldn't help but think about all of the horrible things Orochimaru and his assistant could be doing to the blond. He didn't want to know. He didn't want to speculate.
"PLEASE STOP!" Naruto's voice sounded so…Pained. He didn't want to think about what was happening to him…He couldn't.
"What do you want? Me? Do you want me to beg you? What?" Sasuke's voice was becoming shrill as the anger and disgust boiled up in his blood.
Orochimaru laughed into the receiver. "You know exactly what I want, don't play coy with me."
Sasuke swallowed. "If I do this, will you let him go?" There was a pause on the line as if he was thinking it over and that silence was driving him crazy because all he could hear was Naruto's pained moans in the background. "Please, I'll do anything. Where are you? I can be there. Where do you want me…Master?"
"That's more like it. Tomorrow morning, I'll text you the address. I'll give you time to say goodbye to Itachi, tell him just how much you love him. Isn't that kind of me?"
"And you'll let Naruto go as soon as I'm there?"
"We can negotiate the terms when you ar-"
"NO." Sasuke's voice was stern, harsh as it entered the receiver. "I won't negotiate for shit with you. I want you to promise me, you'll keep him safe. If you hurt him more, I swear I'll…"
"Oh come now, pet. We both know you don't have the guts. But how about this; if you beg me enough, I'll let you speak to him. Will that calm you? I want you to be happy with me, Daisuke."
"Please let me speak to him, please, just for a few minutes…I…I'll come quietly. I'll be a good boy for you, master. And if you want me to be, I'll be a dirty boy. Mhmm, you like that master? Sasuke will be your naughty little whore." Sasuke wanted to rip out his own tongue when he heard Orochimaru's huff. He was getting aroused and it made Sasuke shiver with disgust. But he would do anything to help Naruto.
"Good boy. Here's your reward."
Sasuke held his breath, feeling sweat trickle down his brow as he waited for any signs that Orochimaru actually was going to comply with his promise. Then he heard hoarse breathing, coughs and soft sobs. "Sasuke?"
Oh god, he sounded awful. Sasuke couldn't hold back his whimper. This was all his fault. "Naruto, are you okay?" It was a stupid question, he knew. But he couldn't help but ask it. He didn't know what else to say. He could hear Naruto's laugh, it was either because it was genuinely funny or because Naruto didn't know how else to react to Sasuke's question. "I'm coming for you, I won't leave you there Naruto. I promise. I'm coming.
"Don't come."
"What?"
"Don't come Sasuke, they're lying!"
"Alright that's quite enough of that. I'll text you the address, beautiful. If you're not there by ten o'clock or you're not alone, think of the punishment Naruto will have to endure!"
The line went dead and Sasuke clutched the phone to his chest.
He walked back into the restaurant and sat back down, face very calm and neutral. "What was that all about?" Suigetsu was suspicious by nature and by the way Sasuke ducked out of Suigetsu's line of vision, something obviously happened during that call. But Suigetsu was doubting his hypothesis with every ticking second. Sasuke's face was calm, carefree. If he was in distress, wouldn't he be trying to signal for help?
"Oh don't worry about it, it was just Madara. He and I argue frequently and it isn't exactly restaurant friendly content, you understand right?"
Suigetsu nodded. Something about this didn't sit right with him. If it was just a call from Madara, Sasuke wouldn't have reacted so adversely when he looked at the screen. His face wasn't of annoyance, it was of fear. Who could call him that would make him so afraid? Sasuke obviously was not afraid of Madara since he was openly willing to get into Madara's face over issues in which their opinions differed.
Something was fishy, and Suigetsu planned on sniffing it out.
It was going to be a long next few hours…
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Sasuke opened the door to the house and shut it behind him, collapsing in front of it. This very well may be the last time he would come home to Itachi, he better make the most of it. He knew as soon as Orochimaru had him in his clammy grasp, he wasn't going to let go. It was going to be worse than being with Danzo; at least Danzo acknowledged that to encourage desired behavior it needed to be reinforced. Orochimaru was just probably going to beat and force him into submission until his spirit was broken. Even with Danzo, that was reserved for only the worst of the worst and that was the level before he would kill you. If nothing worked, it was always death.
He wondered just how long it would take Orochimaru before he realized Sasuke wouldn't so easily be tamed by him. Just how patient could Orochimaru actually be? This time around, Sasuke doubted Orochimaru would be as kind but even more sexually aggressive. He wondered if he could return to Danzo for something to help numb his pain. Some of the pets were so stubborn they needed drugs to cope. Addiction made you desperate, and maybe that was Sasuke's best option. It would definitely make the sex easier.
Sasuke stood up, walking numbly up the stairs. He knew Itachi was home, he was probably sitting in his room finishing some late night emails. He had spent a lot of time with Suigetsu today because he needed to distract himself from the pain of saying goodbye to someone who genuinely cared about him. When they finally figured out he was gone, what would Itachi do? Would he cry? Would he replace him, like he had done with his brother? He wasn't sure.
The door opened slowly and the light spilled out steadily, adjusting Sasuke's eyes from the darkness of the hallway to the brightness of Itachi's room. He was tapping gently on his keyboard, looking away from the door. He had told Itachi he would be home soon and he was true to his word. A trait that he seemed to have trouble with killing. He walked up to his master, putting his arms around the Uchiha's neck, taking in the scent which seemed to halo around his hair. Itachi was so beautiful, everything about him was.
Itachi leaned his head back, about to say something but Sasuke didn't allow him to speak. He had already decided, no words tonight. He just needed a feeling other than sorrow before he broke down. If he heard Itachi's voice of treason, Naruto would be stuck there.
"Make love to me?" Sasuke whispered against Itachi's lips. The Uchiha stood from his spot, running his hands all over Sasuke's body, pulling him closer to his larger, stronger body.
Sasuke had to hold back a whine of sadness as Itachi pried his mouth open. He would never know tenderness like this ever again. He was eternally glad Itachi had taken him first though so he could know what real physical love felt like.
There was brief flashes of awareness of Itachi stripped them of their clothing. Sasuke was trailing in his thoughts and letting instinct take over for him. He kept trying to pull himself out of the well of his own mind but he found it increasingly difficult. Whenever he focused on Itachi's face, it reminded him that soon he would have to be staring up at Orochimaru. It made the arousal flood out of his body. Itachi though, didn't even seem to notice, taking it more as an excitatory challenge than a sign of what was to come.
Sasuke moaned unexpectedly loud as Itachi took his semi-hard member into his mouth. "Don't drift off; focus Sasuke."
The pressure and suction Itachi applied made Sasuke's head white-out as the pleasure rippled in waves in his stomach. He must have had a lot of pent up desire since he felt tantalizingly close to his orgasm. Itachi had barely touched him; he was already at the point where obscenities were threatening to spill from his lips if he briefly lapsed in control. Sasuke's desire was obviously manifesting in the form of sexual desperation.
Itachi looked up from his work, smirking at the shivering mass beneath him. "Hn. You're acting as though I never touch you. How cruel of me." Sasuke couldn't do anything but focus on those perfectly constructed lips. They moved to betray his will and the words that fell from them only cause his determination to falter. Itachi moved slowly, calculatedly, scaling up Sasuke's body. He was kissing every inch of skin he could, Sasuke's eyelids fluttered. His cock twitched with undeniable annoyance but Itachi ignored it, even against Sasuke's softer, whiner pleas. "Don't worry, today I'll indulge you." The pressure against his lips made Sasuke's back arch with how much need was curling up through his skin, hooking into his every pore.
"Please, hurry." Sasuke's breath was hot against Itachi's mouth as he worked his tongue into that sugary-sweet cavern. Sasuke's body was curling against Itachi's and the Uchiha felt a great deal of pleasure as he kept his pet's body squirming. Sasuke was always pretty responsive but today he was hypersensitive to even a simple kiss.
"I don't think you're in the position to negotiate terms." Itachi said cheekily. He noticed that Sasuke's eyes widened but he didn't understand why that phrase would elicit such a response. Perhaps he taken by surprise by the phrasing?
Sasuke pushed up, resting his body on the forearms beneath him. He smirked a little, rolling so that he was pushed up on his knees, his contracting entrance thrust into Itachi's face. "Am I in the right position now?"
A harsh wave of arousal surge through Itachi's stomach. There was a primal urge, something Itachi had to push down, to just thrust into Sasuke's hole. There was such a strange violent urge to dominant, cause his cheeky pet pain and control any pleasure he was going to receive, but such cravings needed to be controlled. Hurting Sasuke like that would only make Itachi feel good for a limited time. Patience earned rewards.
Sasuke whined loudly when he felt Itachi's hot breath against his entrance. There was such anticipation of pleasure, Sasuke knew he was getting worked up. His arousal twitched uncontrollably when he felt Itachi's thumb brush over his opening so intimately. Itachi hadn't even penetrated, he had just ghosted promises of pleasure over his opening, but Sasuke came anyway. His sudden orgasm made Itachi's arousal hurt as it twitched even harder with desire. The smaller raven's body was begging Itachi to make love to it. It couldn't seem to wait at all for anything. It had been so hard to arouse at first but now it was begging for Itachi's skilled attention. Sasuke's body slumped slightly forward, his arms temporarily losing strength from his surprise orgasm.
"Itachi, please, just do it. Just fuck me." His words were whispered harshly onto the fabric of Itachi's pillowcase. Sasuke's eyes were leaking with pent up desire. "It hurts…I need it." Sasuke hand snaked out behind him, firmly grasping onto Itachi's cock. The Uchiha hissed when he finally felt a semblance of pressure on his arousal.
It was there again, that urge. He wanted to shove his cock deep into Sasuke but he couldn't. He had to at least prepare him a little. Even if it was a sloppy and hasty, it was better than nothing. Itachi leaned over Sasuke body, grinding his cock against Sasuke's already wet hole, again and again. "Fuck…" Sasuke was muttering, hips lips sputtering as moans forced themselves out of his throat. He grabbed the lube from his side table. He poured it onto Sasuke's hole, causing him to shiver as the friction of Itachi's cock sped up, being more able to glide against him with ease.
Itachi wasn't done yet. But when he tried to pull his cock away so he could sink his fingers into that inviting heat, Itachi felt an unexpected pull from Sasuke, his hand still being on his cock. He was trying to force Itachi inside of him and as much as Itachi tried to resist, he found his hips complying.
When the head of Itachi's cock managed to penetrate inside, Itachi gripped Sasuke's hips tightly. Sasuke pulled his arm back, using his hands and knees to slowly push Itachi deeper inside. The unpenetrated, unpreparedness of the smaller body made Itachi's cock twitch and pulse with frictional delight. Sasuke's insides were warm and tight. Him moving so slowly made Itachi experience everything so fully, how nice and softly Sasuke's muscle contracted around him. He could see the tenseness of Sasuke's back and he gently kissed at the boy's spine, whispering sweetness against the flushed skin. It felt good, so good. Almost dream-like. How was it possible that Sasuke could feel this good?
"Itachi, more. Keep going, fuck me more."
As he pulled himself out, he dripped the cold lube onto himself. It would, at least, make the thrusting gradually easier as he continued to spread it inside Sasuke. The smaller body was relaxing slowly and soon Sasuke's soft moans filled the silence of the room. Itachi's grunts punctuated every so often and he watched as the body beneath him began to grip that oversensitive pleasure. His toes were curling, his eyelids fluttering. Did Sasuke actually enjoy all of that? Even the pain? His body was reacting as though nothing of that even hurt him.
Sasuke's voice choked in his throat when Itachi gave him a particularly forceful thrust. The lines between pleasure and pain had blurred for Sasuke as they mixed into a potent concoction that had the mission of turning his body in jelly. He couldn't help but react to every feeling Itachi gave him inside, it was all too much and not enough. Sasuke knew soon he would cum again. And it would be good. His body was acting like it was starving for attention, for anything that could be counted as physical love. It was craving to be brutally taken; something so good and lasting that Itachi's lovemaking would forever have an impact inside him, creating a physical dependence only Itachi could fulfill.
He was so close. Sasuke bit down on his lip as his nails dug into the sheets, pulling them up from the mattress. It was hard for him to think that he would never cum this hard again. He soaked up all the pleasure Itachi was giving him, committing it all to memory, every detail, every word, and all the feelings. Tears welled up in his eyes and he let them fall as he came. He had to let it all out while he still could, this was his last opportunity after all.
Itachi came inside of him shortly after, feeling his body up with semblance of warmth. His entire body shuddered as Itachi's filled him with hot seed. It was wonderful, that reassuring feeling of being filled by someone who cares about you.
The Uchiha slumped over next to Sasuke, pulling the smaller body into his arms, kissing him all over his face. "I love you."
The words felt like a stab in the heart and Sasuke just smiled. "I love you, too, Itachi."
Itachi felt like there was a great deal of unnecessary weight in those words even though he couldn't tell why. Sasuke had been acting strange since he walked into the room, but Itachi couldn't place why. He felt arms wrap around his neck and back as Sasuke moved in as closely as possible. Itachi smiled. Maybe Sasuke was being generous with his feelings and affection today. It was something Itachi could get used too.
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"打扫完了。"(I'm finished cleaning up.)
"你打得真快。好极了。明天，你该有你的钱。" (You worked quickly. Very good. Tomorrow, you should have your money.)
"好啊。老板，谢谢。再见，再见。"（good, thanks boss. See ya later.）
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DUN, DUN, DUN! OH NO! YOU GUYS THINGS ARE TAKING ALL KINDS OF TURNS! Sasuke is going to be leaving to save Naruto, all alone. And to make matters even worse no one but Sasuke knows that Naruto's even in danger. Also, who are these mysterious Mandarin speaking people? 为什么他们说国语？！你们不知道，可是我知道， 在这儿，所有的东西！
ALSO there's A LOT OF FORESHADOWING in this chapter about events to come, especially relating to the next chapter. Ahh, so much goodness.
But the real question stands: What could possibly happen next?!
Sasuke: Really?
Me: Yep.
Sasuke: REALLY?
Me: Mhmm, yes. That's what it appears to be.
Sasuke: You're the harbinger of darkness, aren't you?
Me: Wow, hashtag rood. This was Hitoko-Sama.