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Sweat broke from Sasuke's pale temper as he shifted restively beneath the thick silken covers. His pale drenched features swiping form the tight to the left, unruly damp bangs stuck to his pastel cheek. His body felt like it was on fire, his chest ready to burst into flames, his entire body so sore he could barely bring himself to move. Excruciating pain speared through him through his raw, bleeding neck where the crucifix had burnt.
"Ummm….huh…ngh…" Sasuke moaned in soreness.
His head was spinning, his guts wrenched making him sick to the stomach but he could not open his eyes. The white sheets beneath him stuck uncomfortably against his bare damp torso.
Jumble of colors swirled through his mind, chaotic pieces of memories or dreams or reality or nightmares flashing, roaring through his mind so intensely he could barely tell if he was awake or not, if he was laying on his back or his side, or which way was up or which way was down.
He was disoriented.
Visions of hell, of black fire burst…
Mirages of demons at the gates of hell, illusion of their snake like bodies with the head of humans were slithering towards him. He could see them all around him; everywhere he looked they were there…he could hear their mocks calling at him.
No!
No!
His heart crashed. Sasuke screamed his nails tore the ivory white sheets.
Itachi leaned ideally against the window frame, his hands crossed; his gaze wondered aimlessly examining the crimson wooly carpet that sprawled over the entire room. Gazing marvelously at the neat way it was woven.
"Ngh! Please! No! No!"
"Poor child…I would comfort you if I even have a single fiber of compassion in my body…"
Sasuke panted, trembles racking through his entire body, his lips parted in a silent scream, his chest heaving. He couldn't wake up…
The scene change again…but it was the same thing.
"Come…come …" their high cold cruel voice called.
Fear ripped through his entire being, adrenaline surging through his veins like wildfire. Everywhere…they were everywhere…
This time it wasn't even a body of a snake but the body of human that slithered on the ground towards him like serpents. And Itachi…Itachi was standing amid them, not bothering, not looking at him.
"Itachi! Itachi!"
"You should die…"
Serpentine humans lunged at Sasuke. Shrikes tore from Sasuke's throat, his heart crashed so hard he was hurting him.
The scene change…again and again…jumbles of colors, jumbles of horrific vistas, fearful loathsome creatures were always coming for him. Calling for him…to the gates of fire and Itachi would never lift a finger nor look at him…
He didn't blame Itachi…
How could he?
He was a disappointment! He was an embarrassment! He couldn't even do anything right!
But he wanted Itachi…just one glance…
Even if it was hateful; even if it was disgust that would be staring back at him…
He wanted Itachi…
Itachi…the first living being that had ever shown him kindness…Ever shown him comfort…
"Itac-Itachi! Itachi!" Sasuke cried, his head swiping from side to side against his damp pillow, bloody tears seeped beneath his tight lids.
Itachi lifted his gaze towards the younger. He could see the terrible tremor that racked the other; he could scent the pungent scent of adrenaline and feel the intense fear that radiated of the writhing teen.
Bloody tears trickle a scarlet line over the soak flesh.
"Please!" Sasuke screamed; his legs kicking, his body twisted.
"..."
"Itachi! Please! Don't leave me! I will kill the next one! I will!" Sasuke wept.
At once, Itachi's entire body tense at the words that poured.
"I'm sorry! I'm sor-sorry…! Please forgive me!"
Itachi literally lost his ability to breathe as the words ranged like blasphemy; his chest tightened and a feeling he had never felt before streamed in his blood.
Sasuke was thinking of him even in his suffering?
Unfeasible…
In their rotten world where love is an illusion, compassion a word of ridicule and sympathy the slowest form of suicide. They live for themselves; they kill for themselves and love only themselves.
"Please! Itac-Ita! I'm sor-ry!"
Itachi couldn't look away from Sasuke and as if by a ghostly force he drifted towards the other. Drifted to sit beside the messy sheets by Sasuke's side.
"Itachi…!" Sasuke wept deeply.
Itachi, so lost for the first time in his life…He didn't know what to do. His heart crashing in his chest as he stared in bewilderment.
What is this feeling he was having? This suffocating feeling as he found it hard to even draw in air?
This feeling of wanting to reach out… Wanting to hold the other so desperately in his arms…
Sasuke panted, his lips gapping and panting. Streaks of scarlet trickle down his feature.
"Itac-Please…! For-give me...!"
In that moment Itachi lost all reason, thrusting his hand out to pull Sasuke into his strong embrace, his fingers found Sasuke's sweaty tresses massaging them, another wrap over the cold sweaty back, resting Sasuke's sweaty skull against his shoulder.
Sasuke wept in anguish, screaming, heaving and shaking in intense fear as Itachi continued to hold him.
Itachi's chest tightened, he could barely breath as his guts wrenched; a boulder was growing in his throat and fire burnt from the back of his eyes with Sasuke's every cry….
What is this? What is wrong with him?
Itachi clenched his jaws, tightening his embrace.
"Shh…I'm here…I'm not going anywhere…" Itachi whispered. A sentence he could not recognize.
Sasuke lay unmoving on his side beneath the thick silken cover woven with emerald tread; thin golden curtains surround the elegant bed. There was nothing to read on his empty expression as he stared blankly at the golden treads, his pale rosy lips slightly parted naturally. His silken locks a chunk of tangle mess, his obsidian bangs stuck messily over his sweaty features.
He felt as if dead, his entire body, his mind numbed as the scene of Naruto holding the crucifix flashed through his mind. How many times had he replayed that scene in his head; how many times had he seen Naruto's bloody dying body in his head…
See the anger and disgust in his eyes; see the revulsion, the hatred burnt in every one of those humans as they hurled rocks at him, as they pitch their torches in an attempt to burn him to ashes.
Beast…
Monster…
Demon…
He could hear them in his mind; he could hear their voice echoed in the emptiness of his mind. Tormenting him, torturing him…
They reviled him… They despised the likes of him…
Yes…as they should.
Indeed, he is a monster, an animal, a killer of the night, a demon.
The soft creak of door echoed in his ears but he remained still.
Its Itachi again…He comes every night to feed him, forcing that thick scarlet down his throat if he had too.
Sasuke had refused to hunt; he had refused to move from this bed.
Let him die… Let his hunger clawed at him, let his thirst be the flames of hell that burnt at him, burn him, burn him till he awakes in hell.
"Sasuke…" Itachi whispered.
Sasuke could see silhouette of Itachi's figure looming behind the golden curtains but still he refuse to respond.
"Get up…" Itachi rasped, pulling the golden fabric apart.
"…"
Itachi's gaze wondered over the pale unmoving form. With a move he glided to sit at the side of Sasuke's bed, pulling the covers down to Sasuke's bare chest.
He could see Sasuke's blank eyes staring at nothing, he could see dried blood tainting Sasuke's normally rosy cheek marring the perfection of that ivory features.
"You have enough time to grief and to weep…now get up" Itachi muttered.
Sasuke ignored him, turning away.
So Itachi did not bring him his usual goblet of blood as he had for the past seven nights. So what? Did Itachi think just because he did not feed him he would get up to hunt?
No…
He has had enough. He will hunt no more; he will kill no more. And if he ignored Itachi long enough he would surely leave him alone as he always did.
Suddenly a pincher like grip clenched over Sasuke's upper arm. Piercing pain tore down his entire arm.
Before he could cried out in pain, before he could even comprehend the situation the bed disappear from beneath him. In panic he trusted out his hands to break the fall; his limp body crashed against the carpeted ground. Itachi had cruelly hauled him out of bed.
"You beast!" Sasuke roared.
Sheer savage fury raced through Sasuke and he would have struck Itachi, he would have launched himself at Itachi if Itachi hadn't beaten him to it first. Before he could even push himself up, cold cruel finger curled themselves deep into his tangled locks, nails dug into his sweaty skull, dragging him to his feet.
Fire exploded.
Sasuke bit down hard on his bottom lip, a scream threatened to wrench. Crimson meets fiery translucent hazel.
"You monster!" Sasuke bellowed.
A hard blow struck his feature, five deep gashes oozed of blood. His head rang and he was disoriented for a moment.
"Master" Itachi muttered, tightening his hold.
Sasuke winched, his gaze narrowed, his hazel orbs glaring maliciously as Itachi, his entire body shaking in rage, his chest heaving.
How dare Itachi treat him in such a manner! How dare Itachi strike him!
His fangs bare in fury; hissing, his fingers flexed in rage, wanting so badly to strike Itachi back but he didn't dared.
"Want some more?" Itachi taunted.
"I don't know! Maybe!" Sasuke spat, knocking off Itachi's arms which he allowed with an innocent smile.
"Put on your clothes, we are going out" Itachi rasped.
"Haven't I told you I won't do it anymore!"
"…"
"I will not kill anymore!"
"Then you will die"
"Then let me die! Let me rot in hell! Even in death! Even as my souls writhe in fire I will never be a monster like you!"
"Monster… I wonder who the real monster…is…"
"I have no time for you riddles!" Sasuke snarled, turning away.
"Sasuke" Itachi viciously curled his cruel fingers over Sasuke's upper arm forcing him around to face him.
Sasuke hissed, his fangs lengthened, his lips pulled back in a snarled; pain roared as his muscles protested. In an instant he pulled his free hand back he swung them to backhand that damnable feature but Itachi caught them effortlessly.
"Unhand me you beast!"
"My dear…" With a smile, Itachi tightened his grip, crashing Sasuke's wrist.
Agonizing pain tore up Sasuke's entire arm, numbing the entire right side of his body. Shout wrenched form Sasuke throat. He could feel hairline cracks, splitting his strong bones. His knees buckled.
Itachi release the messy locks catching Sasuke with a languid motion.
"Haven't you heard me say to Pein before? Don't ever attempt to strike me…" Itachi whispered, his breath brush the back of Sasuke's neck, sending shivers racking down Sasuke's spine.
"Y-You monster!" Sasuke screamed; his broken wrist burnt in torment.
"…"
"Just kill me! Why don't you just let me die!"
"…"
"One moment my life! My wellbeing is the utmost important obsession to you and the next you are torturing me! What do you want from me!"
"Everything…" Itachi lowered Sasuke onto the ground; kneeling beside him.
Beads of sweat rolled down Sasuke pale feature, his lips trembled in torment and his fingers shook in agony.
My lo-"
"Don't touch me!" Sasuke hissed; jerking his body away, his functioning hand reach to clutch his broken wrist, bringing them to his chest.
God! It hurts! It bloody hurts!
"Is it because I kill that you call me a monster?" Itachi asked softly.
"I don't want to hear"
"So it is alright for humans to feed but not us?"
"…" Sasuke tightened his jaws, training his gaze at the ground.
"You call me a monster but aren't humans the worst kind of monster? They burn those that are different from them…even their own kind"
"Quiet…!"
"Who gives them the power to decide who should live or who should perish?"
"Stop with your nonsense!"
"They kill as they please, but it's okay for them isn't it? Just not us"
"I said enough!" Sasuke cried, in mounting anger.
His voice echoed through the chamber. His fiery gaze shot back at Itachi's innocent ones.
"Don't put yourself at the same level as humans! It makes me sick!"
"…"
"We are not the same! We kill people to live! Living people! Creature with a soul! Creature who have those that would miss them!" Sasuke bellowed.
Itachi softened his gaze, a sad smile curled over his rosy lips. Sasuke was panting; he was glaring maliciously at Itachi.
"And what are vampires? Are we not living creatures too? Do we not have emotions too?" Itachi muttered softly.
Sasuke recognized immediately that what Itachi said was bitter but he didn't care. He didn't care about the vampires.
Why should he?
They are just demons! Satan's minions!
"My Sasuke…so human still…" Itachi reached forward to cup the delicate feature, thumb stroking over the knitting wound.
And in that moment Sasuke wanted to hurt Itachi. Wanted Itachi to spite him that he is beneath God's greatest creation! Humans!
"Don't!"
"…"
"Don't you ever compare a foully vampire like us to humans! You beast!"
"…"
"Emotions? Ha! You say you have emotions? Don't make me laugh! Do you even know guilt? Do you even know remorse?"
"Why guilt? Why remorse? I can see no wrong in the things that I do"
"Y-"
"Forgive me…But I am born a vampire…I can never see humans as more then another pathetic species of animal…more than food resources…a toy…"
At the very moment when those cold words rolled off Itachi's tongue, sheer savage fury likened to those he felt with Naruto tore through Sasuke's veins. Blazing through his mind like living black flames of hell.
He had never wanted to strike anyone more than he wanted to strike Itachi now! He wanted to curse him to death! To hell!
Is this all he could see? Is that all human lives are to him! His food! His play thing! His toys!
"Damn you…" Sasuke hissed in malice.
His fingers curled even tighter over his broken wrist in swelling rage, ignoring the piercing pain that stabbed through his entire arm, blood boiled, pounding in his ears.
Silent descended, disturbed only by Sasuke's labored pants and the howling of wind that scrapped at the clear glassy window.
Itachi's gaze wondered over the shaking, raging teen still clutching as his broken wrist; though harder than was necessary.
"Sasuke…"
"You think vampires are superior to humans don't you?" Sasuke gritted, his voice shook, venom dripping from his every syllable.
Itachi could feel Sasuke's smoldering anger like rolling shockwaves. He could feel Sasuke's pain as his words slice the human that is in him; slice his human soul, his human heart. But he felt no regret for the things he said because that is undeniably how he felt.
"Yes…"
"Yo-"
"I may be a monster in your eyes…I do not know…but I do know that you are not"
A cold cruel chuckle bubbled from Sasuke's chest. Ringing laughter echoed.
"Oh how flattering! I'm a blood-sucking leech! Oh do tell me my beloved God, what part of that is not monstrous!"
"Dearest Sasuke…"
Itachi leaned closer; guiding Sasuke closer towards him, their breath mixed as his thumb caresses over Sasuke's dried lips, feeling its roughness, feeling the sensitive fangs prickled his soft skin. He knew what Sasuke so desperately wanted to hear since the beginning…
No, needed to hear…
Sasuke gaze hardened, glaring maliciously, his jaws clenched.
"Naruto wronged you…but yet you would weep for him, you would pity him…"
"…"
"I do not comprehend that but I do comprehend that a monster would never for a moment feel that way for those they injure"
"…"
"So don't weep anymore my love…" Itachi's thumb wiped away the dried blood stained tears.
"…"
"Don't think of those cruel words they mock you anymore…because they are lies"
Sasuke's chest tightened at those words; a boulder growing in his throat. His smoldering rage and anguish in an instant crumbled as he bore his gaze into Itachi's fiery ones.
"Sas-"
"H-how did you kn-"
"Shh…don't think about it anymore…" Itachi leaned forward, sealing their lips in a kiss.
Sasuke let his lashes rest, letting those sinful sultry lips steer him
"Yes…You are not like me…not a monster…this is what you want to hear isn't it? But…neither are you akin to humans…"
"Ita…"
Sasuke moaned, his functioning hand reach up to tangle deep within those obsidian orbs pulling them closer as Itachi deepened the kiss, his fingers twisting and shifting making every lock every strand familiar to him.
"You are so lovely…" Itachi growled into the kiss.
Sasuke gasped, a warm heat spread to his lower region, fire curling at the pit of his stomach. There was so much sensation, so much fiery sensation that Sasuke could hardly think beyond this fiery kisses.
Yes…yes… this way he would forget his pain, forget his anguish, his sorrow…
"Umm…huh…ugh!" Sasuke moaned, his lips molding and abrasion passionately with sultry flesh.
Itachi growled; his tongue traced the soft rosy lips, tasting them exploring them.
Sasuke whimpered in pleasure, shivers racked through his entire body.
"So lewd…" Itachi gasped, his fingers reach out to tangle themselves possessively beneath Sasuke's sweaty locks. His silken strand, trickle, caressing over Sasuke's sculptured nose, drenching Sasuke's heaving lungs in sweet fire, making the younger shudder in all consuming fire.
Oh the scent…that sweet sweet scent… The erotic aroma that was starkly male, his body trembled with all want, in lust and fiery passion.
Sasuke gasped, and in an instant Itachi shove his tongue possessively into Sasuke's sweet sultry cavern sending molten lave coursing through his entire being. Itachi was kissing him so passionately, so intimately that he wanted to just cry out in pleasure, wanted to just weep in bliss as his body was bursting into flames. His heart swelling to bursting, tears rolled.
Sasuke's fingers curled tightly over the silk locks, fire burnt through his veins as he pushed his body even closer, rubbing them wantonly, passionately against Itachi.
God! Yes!
He could feel himself melting beneath the soft sensual ministration but he couldn't bring himself to care. He needed this, needed it to make him forget everything that had happened.
Razor fangs sliced his tongue. Fiery pleasure exploded, sizzling through his blood. His entire body shuddering and dampening, his abdoment clench as a cruel heat twisted at the very pit.
Hot thick crimson liquid exploded against Itachi's hot muscles heightening his arousal, his aggression, his fiery passion.
Blood lust pleasure surged through Itachi, tightening his erection making him worry for the first time he might come fully clothed. He wanted to pull away but Sasuke pressed forward, that lips demanding more.
"More…" Sasuke moaned; his grip tightened.
"Ngh…I die from this…" Itachi gasped into the kiss, his other hand reach up to cup Sasuke's features, his fingers caressing over those sweaty features in mounting desire in mounting passion. Swiping the stray bangs; caressing over the edge of Sasuke's eyes and wiping away the bloody tears that rolled; sending Sasuke on flame as he suckled hungrily on the scarlet liquid that poured.
"Ngh…! Ah…" Sasuke moaned, his knees purposefully pressed forward against Itachi's hard erection.
Pleasure, concentrated sizzling pleasure speared through Itachi, making him shudder, pre-cum soaked his boxers, his fingers tightened extensively almost hauling obsidian tresses out by its bloody roots.
Itachi could tell something was wrong…Sasuke was much too passionate but he couldn't bring himself to stop now as the kiss progressed to demanding and distinctively aggressive as Itachi viciously grasped onto the spiky locks in domination and power.
Their tongues engaged in a battle for dominance, lust and everything in between. Razor fangs slicing against scarlet lips.
Sasuke growled in pain and desire as Itachi suckled onto his warm muscle sending pleasure spearing through him.
This was life this was death, Sasuke couldn't think beyond what was happening as he was drift into some unknown world.
Yes…forget his pain…forget it all...
Suddenly Itachi pulled back, tearing his bloody lips away.
"Umm…" Sasuke leaned forward for another kiss but Itachi stopped him.
"No my love…" Itachi panted, bloody saliva connected, his abdomen clenched. His crimson gaze boring into Sasuke's teary confused ones.
The sight wrenched at his heart, a sadness unlike any he had ever felt clawed at his spirit, tightening his chest and it must have flashed in his eyes because Sasuke reach up suddenly to stroke his features so gently that it shocked him but touched him at the same time.
"What's wrong Itachi…?"
"Nothing…" Itachi smiled. "I can taste it in your tears…your sorrow…your pain…your fears…"
"Itachi…"
"Yet you force yourself to put on this strong façade for my sake…"
"What's the matter…did I-"
"No…If you were any better I would be dead…" "Why do you do things for my sake…? I don't understand…I don't understand what you are doing to me…"
"Then why are y-"
"I want to show you something…"
In the curtain of night, in darkness deeper that eyes sewn shut to figure shifted beneath its shadows. His throat burn, like fire like molten poison it surged down to his chest so intensely his could barely breath, his fingers ripping and clawing his skin in agony.
Oh God! Help him!
He wanted to scream, he wanted to shriek, wanted to weep in anguish, in suffering as fire ripped through every inch of his skin. His head pounded as if a sledge hammer was working its way through his skull, his tongue was on fire as his entire body shook in hunger and eternal thirst.
"You do this to me! You give it to me now!" Pein bellowed.
With a motion he slammed Madara against the moldy wall of the dark alleyway, his shaky fingers ripped apart the front of Madara's ebony shirt, slicing through his chest. Crimson burst over his vision, the erotic beat of pulse thumped in his mind, bidding him to take a sip.
He was disoriented, his entire body bursting to flames, his fangs throbbing in hunger and he had never felt such a strong desire in his body. A desire for blood stronger than even for his beloved creator.
He had been tracking Madara for a week now. He had been burning for a week now!
Oh how he wanted Madara's blood, how he craved, yearned for those wretched moment where he could not feel pain…
Yes… those moments when that sweet hot luscious liquid trickles down his throat like a soothing bum, quenching his blazing thirst, calming the inferno that raged in him, soothing his throbbing heart, comforting his weeping spirit, his inner turmoil and unknown fear that clawed his soul.
A moment in heaven…A moment in paradise…
"My my…you've found me at last…" Madara chuckled; his finger reached to trait themselves affectionately over Pein's unruly ginger locks, massaging his sculp.
Pein panted, sweat caress his ivory features as his tightened his grip over Madara's shoulder, his predatory silver orbs eyed temptingly over the delicious vein throbbing over Madara's neck as the fragrant of potent blood intoxicated him. His chest was on fire at the scent of it, his guts wrenched, his tongue burnt with the eternal flames of hell.
Humans could barely sooth his thirst, his pain anymore no matter how many he took, no matter how much he forced down his throat.
The blood of a pureblood is truly a double edge sword. A promise of an instant of tranquility, a moment of release and a minute of peacefulness from eternal suffering but it is no more than heroin to humans.
"You do this to me! You take responsibility now!" Pein demanded; his fingers tightened, his nails stabbing through fabric, breaking through skin, silver orbs glared maliciously at the other.
A cruelly innocent smile caresses over Madara's rosy lips as he gaze tauntingly at the younger.
He knew Pein could not take his blood without vocal consent. Being a pureblood, the blood the runs in his vein are precious aphoristic to vampires that are seen as more precious than gold or silver…than life itself. If ever there is a law in their rotten world… the act of drinking from a pureblood without sanction is punishable by death.
"Say it!" Pein shouted, baring his fangs, his guts wrenched in agony, drown in fire.
"What responsibility exactly?" Madara asked, tilting his head to the side in amusement, his fingers reach down, to caress over Pein's parted ivory shirt in disgust.
"Yo-"
"What would your maker say I won-"
"Don't you dare say this to me now! You force me into this!" Pein bellowed; his fangs lengthened in fury, his eyes burn in malice.
"Oh?"
"You force me to drink your blood!"
"How exactly and since when…?" Madara taunted.
A feral snarl erupted, and with a violent motion Pein release Madara, stumbling back his predatory silver orbs never left the other.
Since when…since when…
Oh he wanted to laugh, he wanted to laugh his heart out at that question…
Since when indeed…Oh how foolish he was…
What a fool he has been! Did he really think that Madara would feed him all his life? Such a stupid fool!
"When Pein…? How? Have I ever force apart your lips pouring my blood down your throat? Or have I forcefully take you and repeatedly stab your fangs into my neck?"
Pein let out a painful chuckle, his shoulder shook as he wiped the tears out of his eyes with the back of his shaking hand.
Oh he gets it now… He'd finally comprehend the true nature of things.
"Pein my love…do tell me…"
"Never…You have never force me at all…" Pein laughed maliciously.
"…"
"Never once!"
"…"
"You are so brilliant! Brilliant!" Pein chuckled hurtfully.
Madara smiled, striding towards Pein with all the grace of a vampire, the front of his ripped shirt flattered, his midnight locks trickled.
"Indeed purebloods are true demons…" Pein snickered.
"…"
"You came to me with open arms when I'm drowned in despair…grief…anguish…when I'm drowned in hell, offering me salvation, offering me relief, deliverance with your blood…"
"Yes I did didn't I"
"Such a compassionate act…so compassionate I should have laughed my heart out when you make your offer…"
"Indeed" Madara smirked, stopping directly in front of the other. His icy fingers lifted to cup Pein's trembling tainted features.
"What is the price of your blood…?" Pein gritted, his throat burnt, his lips trembled.
"You would betray your own maker? How disgusting…"
"We are killers without a conscience are we not? So why have a conscience when it comes to our creator?" Pein gave an innocent smile, lifting his shaky fingers to cup the back of Madara's alabaster flesh on his features resisting the urge to stab his nails into that damnable flesh.
Madara smile beautifully, tilting his head tauntingly as his fingers caress the side of Pein's almond eyes, his thumb brushing over the pastel lip, caressing over the tip of Pein's aching fangs.
"Name your price…"
"Ah...yes, my price…" Madara shifted closer, his fingers trickled over the back of Pein's ginger locks guiding him to his tempting neck.
"Your price..."
"Your maker created another immortal child besides you did he not?"
"Yes…" Pein's cold hand reaching up to lid over the bare blood stained ivory chest. His trembling lips brushing the tempting vein, fire burning him to insanity, his blood roared in his ears.
Oh yes…yes…
He could feel the erotic beat of pulse against his lips, the tip of his throbbing fangs and hear the loud thumping of heart like an orchestral of drum of invitation. He would agree to anything now…anything for just a taste…
"My price…is the life of this child"
The stars glittered like diamonds in the sky, the gentle ray of moon illuminating their fingers entwined in lines of silver as the gondola drifted silently in still water. Sasuke lay snugly between Itachi's legs, his head rested against Itachi's cold chest. He could hear the soft thumping of heart beat against his ears…yes…that soothing heart.
The same one he had felt against the palm of his hand when Itachi had danced with him back then.
The city was beautiful in nightly glory.
The hired man steered.
Sasuke could see golden domes of churches; their crosses; see the magnificent breath-taking Cathedral in their night light, with its narrow pointed arches, its lotus windows; see the magnificent ornate ticking hands of the monstrous clock that must have been at least 200 feet.
Itachi watched as Sasuke's snuggled closer against him, a smile curled over his lips as his free hand lid over Sasuke's shoulder, holding him in an embrace.
"It's beautiful…" Sasuke muttered softly.
"Indeed…" Itachi's thumb continued stroking over Sasuke's pale knuckles.
He leaned back against the wooden gondola, his gaze fixed upon the starry sky.
Indeed…it is gorgeous…So gorgeous…and if he could…he wanted to forever lay like this with his cherub beneath the magnificent glittering heaven and forget world, forget his anguish, forget pain, forget everything...
If only he could hold on to these pieces of memories, if only he could hold on to these minute moments in the richness of his memories…then it's enough…
Sasuke was not meant to be his…
He was not created for his sake.
The gondola drifted in graceful silent; the scenery changed to those of older buildings, crumbling churches and abandoned houses overgrown with vines.
"Itachi…"
"Don't worry…nothing can hurt you…"
"I don't mind as long as I'm with you…"
Itachi let his lashes rest, his heart squeezed at those naïve words, but he remained indifferent.
The gondola came to a halt, bumping slightly against the side. They climb out of the wooden gondola effortlessly while Itachi paid the man generously.
"Come…" Itachi took Sasuke's hand. Fingers entwined between fingers, a blush spread over Sasuke's features, his heart thumped as they strode.
The cold murky streets were empty, a layer of mist fogged, Sasuke's eyes graze over numerous crumbles of rocks that used to be houses, a scent of death, a scent of ancient ashen fire wreaked the air.
"There was a terrible fire here…about three centuries ago…" Itachi told him.
Rustle of leaves crunch as a gust of wind funneled. Itachi took them into a great old abandoned Cathedral.
"I still haven't forgotten…you wanted to go to a church didn't you?" Itachi whispered.
With all the poise of a vampire he drifted silently over towards the dusty altar; leaving Sasuke at the magnificent entrance.
Sasuke blinked, his gaze wondered over the row of moldy rotting seats, wondered over broken shards of glasses and vines that broke through the dirty marble floor. He lowered his gaze, biting his bottom lip.
Though it had been abandoned for centuries, Sasuke could still feel a certain decadent sadness in its atmosphere, he could still feel the screams of those who had died in the fire, hear their pleas…hear their pain crying out to him. Those wondering spirit, those unrest souls…weeping and screaming...
"So many died…their screams were so loud, so strident…the street a vision of hell…" Itachi's voice echoed. "Golden flames, blackened flames, street of red sea…a masterpiece of art I can never get enough of…umm…so blood thrilling…"
"…"
"It is only in time of desperation that you can see the true ugly nature of humans…" "It is than that you see the true monster in them…the true ugly beast in them…Hypocrites…they are no different from demons"
"Itachi…"
"When you need to survive…nothing matters…" He muttered, gliding up the tiny broken marble steps.
"…"
"I see them for what they are love…and believe me…they have no right to call you a monster…"
Sasuke looked away, stepping towards a moldy bench.
"You grew up in a church didn't you…? You were singing to him…after what happen…" Itachi laid himself against the cold ancient altar, his hands spread as if Christ on the crucifix over the coldness of marble stones, letting the iciness seeped into his skin.
And if he was to lift his head he could see the terrifying mural of the Last Judgment, of souls condemned to hell. He was sure he would be one of them…He deserves it…deserves every bit of it…But what about Sasuke? What about Pein?
"Do you believe in a God?" Itachi asked.
"Yes…"
"Why did you leave then?"
Sasuke stilled. At once, his chest tightened, anger and guilt brewing in him. He didn't want to talk about it… He didn't want to talk about his past.
"Why do you prefer to suffer on the street than a life in church?" "Why did you run away from the orphanage again?"Kakashi's gentle voice ranged.
"Why Sasuke? Why?"
Immediately, sheer raging anger erupted in Sasuke like wildfire, swelling in his chest, his heart to fits of bursting.
Why! Why! Damn it! Why does everyone care so much!
"You don't have to know!"
"Sas-"
"Just leave it!"
In a motion Sasuke darted out of the dusty Cathedral. Icy wind caress his features, his chest tightened fighting the tears that burn. Blacken crumbling piles of rocks pass him at a dangerous speed.
Enough! Enough!
Why couldn't they just leave it be! He just wanted to forget! Forget his weak rotten human self! Forget the past! Forget everything!
Even with this new flesh, new blood…can he never escape his sordid past!
It didn't matter where he was going. It didn't matter if he had no idea where he was running to... He wanted to just run. Run as he always did. Run away from everything! Run away from a past, from the memory he never wanted to remember!
Abruptly, a tremendous force slammed into Sasuke's back. Losing his footing; the world was swiftly spiraling beyond control as he slammed a sideway plunged onto the filthy ground.
Pain erupted; through his body like molten lave, knocking his breath out of his lungs at the sudden impact.
He gasped; his hand racked against the broken stony ground, excruciating pain shot up his entire right side, tearing his coat, his ivory shirt; his abdomen scrapped raw against the jagged unruly stones; his palm bleed, his broken wrist exploded in blinding pain, his knees stung and his lips cracked.
Sasuke coughed, before he could even turn to see what hit him, icy fingers cupped over the back of his bleeding hand, entwining between his fingers.
"Shh…Forgive me…" Itachi's voice whispered; frozen breath trickled down Sasuke's neck making him shiver.
Sasuke slowly turned. Crimson meets translucent hazel.
Itachi was lying atop his back, legs on either side of his lean body, a hand wrapped tightly around his throbbing waist, the other over the back of his bleeding hand with fingers entwined.
"Forgive me love…forgive me…shhh…I only wondered why one would want an existence of torment over one of delight …" "Because if you didn't…you would not have been damned to hell by me! And if I could undo it all…I would never have changed you…"
"It none of yo-"
"Shh…shh…I know…" Itachi leaned down, tracing his tongue over Sasuke's bleeding scarlet lips, sending heat pooling over Sasuke's lower region as he let his lashed drift shut; feeling Itachi's fingers dragging up his abdomen, pulling his torn ivory shirt higher sending fires blazing in its path.
"Forgive me…" Itachi moaned, his fingers in an instant clench Sasuke's thin fabric, ripping them; revealing the whiteness of flesh.
A gasped wrenched from Sasuke's throat. Buttons popped and rolled.
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