Chapter 12

'Uchihas Must Not Cry'

Warning! Lemons alert!


Two Years Ago

It had been one of those trying day at Uchiha Corp.. Attending meeting after meetings all in an attempt to rectify and conceal yet another act of fraud within the company. Itachi sighed, the tenseness in his shoulder finally welcoming the fact that he was home. It was around ten o'clock when he unlocked his front door. As he entered his pitch black apartment, he made a bee-line for his liquor cabinet. It was one of those days that justified a stiff drink and tonight he planned to have at least two before he headed directly to bed.

Tossing his briefcase onto the kitchen counter, he maneuvered within the darkness when he noticing that cupboard door was already opened.

'Someone was here,' he thought instantly. Only two people had free access to his apartment, himself and his spare key left in the hands of…

"Sasuke," he spoke, reaching for the light switch. It was then that he felt a presence. The light instantly illuminated the kitchen, sending a soft yellow glow into the living room where he saw his small figure. Hunched over on the couch with an empty glass in hand, his brother's spikey hair stood out. His dark bangs concealed his face from where he stood, but Itachi already knew something was wrong, something grave. The young Uchiha had not moved, had not even look up towards him.

Yup, he was definitely going to need this drink tonight. Grabbing two glasses from the cupboard, he poured them both a drink before joining him. Balancing them perfectly with one hand, he gently took the glass from Sasuke before handing him a refill. As he laid the empty glass upon his coffee table, he noticed it. An impressive flawless 4.5 carat diamond ring nestling comfortably back in its little black box. It glimmered brilliantly even from the faint light.

Itachi sighed noticeably before taking his first sip… or gulp. He took a seat atop his coffee table. He had recognized the ring well. The very same day Sasuke had bought it, the gleaming excitement in his eyes seemed to rival that of the very diamond. He was still so young, now exiting his teens at the eager age of twenty and already he was engaged to a woman three years older than he was, Itachi same age. As far as Itachi knew, his brother's fiancée was a kind delicate sort of woman, showed great promise as a professional musician and was just as in love with Sasuke as he was with her. Yet now, here upon his coffee table, laid the same engagement ring she had proudly displayed.

Itachi said nothing. Taking in his brother's broken face, he knew that no amount of words could comfort him. Combing his bangs back, he lifted his glass to take another sip when he felt it, a splash against his palm. 'Sasuke,' he glancing down at him. His heart wringed seeing the very person he cared about most crumble right before his eyes. His otouto's upper body shuddered unevenly as he wept. His eyes were practically bloodshot as the incessant stream of tears poured down his face and soaked into his trousers.

"She left," Sasuke managed, biting down of his lower lip. The pain was just too much to bear. Itachi stilled when the glass fell from his brother's grasp, shattering upon the floor, the alcohol drenching the carpet. "She broke off the engagement for that," he shuddered, "that scarred face bastard!" Leaning forward into his brother chest, he clutched onto his work shirt. His sobbing grew louder and more severe, soiling the garment.

Itachi did not mind in the least. He knew the 'scarred face bastard' man well. He was a noble man, easily respectable in his opinion. However, with regards to the man's personal life, Itachi was unable to choose sides. Resting his glass on the table, he hugged his damaged brother closely, hoping he was in some way providing even the smallest bit of comfort.

"She told me she couldn't do it," he muttered in-between sobs, "She thought she was ready but… she wasn't…" Itachi patted his Otouto's head as he listened. It was quite rare for a woman at that age to be ready for such a lifelong commitment. Itachi knew this but dare not say it now. "Why this guy?!" his voice muffled from his brother's shirt, "Why did she have to leave me for him?!"

He stayed like that for a while. Exhausted himself crying until he fell asleep. 'A wound like this would leave a permanent scar of anyone's heart,' thought Itachi, easing him to lay back onto the couch. It would be years before his brother healed yet alone trust any woman again. They were both naive towards this relationship to begin with but, although Hanare's choice was valid, he still could not see himself being overly fond of the woman from here on, not after the heartbreak she had put his brother through.

Sasuke had lost a lot in such a short space of time, a father and now his dearly beloved. He spent weeks at the apartment after that night, hiding his depression from the world, especially his blond best friend. He was spiraling. Loss of sleep, loss of appetite, loss of all sense of purpose. It was terrifying coming home to such a broken sibling. It had been an entire year before he allowed women to come around him and even so, he only allowed them to get so close. His attitude had changed completely. He grew cold, arrogant and insensitive towards them, using them as means to an end, to temporarily fill that emptiness.


After dropping Sakura off… at the corner of her house just to be careful, Itachi headed back to his apartment. The mere fact that Kakashi went there instead of calling him was enough to put him on edge. Whatever he had found must have been of great importance. As he entered through the front door, he immediately noticed his half-naked cousin crouched over on the sofa with a small towel hanging around his neck and his silver haired colleague. Knowing Shisui, he must have just made it back from his routine visit from the gym. They did not turn to greet him. They were both too focused on the television, listening to the local newswoman giving her report in her familiar candid voice.

"We're here in front Konoha's Hokage Monument Building where Danzo has formally accepted the nomination as our second candidate for the next Commissioner of National Security. He, alongside former Hokage Hiruzen Sarutobi will be preparing for debates in exactly two months from now when the position would be democratically decided by the people. Hokage Lady Tsunade and second in command Hokage Namikaze Minato has withheld any comments with regards to this nomination, however Danzo had so rightfully brought to the press Hakage Lady Tsunade possible prejudice for previous Hokage and former mentor Hiruzen Sarutobi. The final decision would be decided by the constituency on May forth. This is Yamashiro Aoba, back to you in the newsroom."

"HnCommissioner of National Security, well isn't he just a jack of all trades," Shisui rolled his eyes, muting the report. "So you're back," he greeted before looking over his shoulders, his overgrown wavy hair now made a full spiral along is ear, "I hope you apologized to your lil flower for me."

Itachi ignored his cousin's banter, his attention quickly focusing on the silvery haired man on his adjoining couch. The man's chilled, practically languid dark eyes met obsidian. For as long as Itachi knew him, he always seemed detached. Never willing to get too involved with the Uchihas past his current job description, save his childhood friendship with Uchiha Obito. Having recruited him personally from Konoha's Root organization, Itachi had come to respect and admire his spiky haired employee, particularly after working under him in his earlier days at Uchiha co.

Kakashi's strict professionalism as operations manager had earned him the title of a no-nonsense type of manager, which many of his subordinates came to resent him for, especially since he lack that 'glorified' Uchiha blood. Much like Shisui, the Hatake believed in teamwork and ethics. Two qualities his late father failed to demonstrate as head.

At a modest five foot eleven, the man with a noticeable vertical scar running over his left eye, stood and gave his customary greeting to his superior. He was neatly attired in a solid navy suit with a silky white handkerchief in his lapel. Itachi hospitably bowed at him in acknowledgment before speaking, "My apologies for the wait Kakashi-san."

"No need, I should have called," he spoke, his voice a cool monotone. "I came straight from the office. I thought it would be best if no one else heard this conversation." Itachi nodded, effortlessly removing his shoes, joining the two in his living room.

"Working on a Sunday? Geez, now I know where you get your bad habits from," Shisui commented, moving lazily to the kitchen for a bottled water.

"I thank you for your diligent work," Itachi acknowledged, "I know my recent requests have been quite selfish."

"Recent requests?" Shisui repeated in between gulps.

"I had asked Kakashi-san investigate a matter for me," the younger Uchiha answered.

"It was no problem at all, however," Kakashi shrugged, loosening his tie, "before we get started, there is something I would like to ask of you." Itachi stilled. It was odd for the man to ask for favors. "Your brother… Sasuke," he hesitated as though suddenly burdened. Itachi's muscles tensed, there was only one possible reason that he knew of why Kakashi would ask for his brother.

"Hanare," Itachi all but muttered.


Sasuke sat up with a start, his eyes still only half-way open. The endless summers in Konoha always made the mornings a scorcher and this morning was no exception. The rays of the day's star blasted through the window and made him sticky with sweat. He groaned uncomfortably, the heat made it impossible for him to sleep any longer. Without looking, he roughly shut the blinds surrounding the window before collapsing onto the bed again.

Turning to his side, the Uchiha combed through his spikey dark bed hair with his fingers, feeling that noticeable coldness from the bed despite the heavy humidity in the room. "Hanare," he whispered, crawling deeper into the sheets. "I miss you." Reaching for the pillow they shared, he took in the traces of lavender that was left behind by his lover. The scent was always so intoxicating for him, temporarily quelling his longing heart, that longing to hold her, to have her.

Securing the pillow to his chest, he idly glanced about the bedroom, appreciating anything and everything about it. It had become like a morning ritual for him now. From the mere placement of her traditional ornaments, her neatly arranged jewelry collection atop the small glass vanity, to her perfect display of guitars towards the back of the room. They all spoke of her elegance and simplicity, traits he absolutely adored about her. He always felt at home here in her apartment, no, more than that. He had always felt like he somehow fitted here, with her, wherever she may be.

He smiled, silently rejoicing that he was one of the few people in this woman's life to know her as he did, to know her métiers and insecurities. Despite her simplistic, poised beauty and exceptional skills as a guitarist, of all the suitors she attracted, she only had two real partners throughout her entire life. Like his brother, she was rather withdrawn and a private person which made it quite difficult for just any and every man to pursue her. However, he was one of the few, one of the luckiest ones.

No matter how he looked at her, she was a temptress. Hard to get, even for a Uchiha. And her affection, so frustratingly addictive, it could cripple a man if taken away. And he was one such man, years ago when she left him for…

"Hn" the thought made him upset. 'Why are you late,' he frown glancing at the clock beside the bed. Tossing the sheets aside, he grabbed a towel she had put out for him and made his way to the shower where he found his clothes, neatly folded atop the garnet sink.


"Not gonna find Sasuke here," Shisui blurted out. "Even we're lucky if we get to see him these days," he shrugged obliviously waving an idle hand in the air. "For all we know he's probably tied to a bedpost as we speak or… you know, the other way around."

"Shisui!" Itachi shot him a threatening glare.

"Huh?" his forehead crinkled in confusion, "Am I missing something here?" he hesitated.

Kakashi's lips pressed together and his eyes hinted his uneasiness. "I thought I saw him going into her apartment the other night. I just… wanted to be sure," he stated warily, attempting to wave the issue away, but Itachi was not fooled.

"Who's apartment?" the elder Uchiha's eyes darted back and forth. Puzzled beyond belief.

'God Sasuke… Why Hanare?' Itachi frowned, feeling somewhat guilty for what his colleague was going through. Had he paid more attention to his brother, he may have discovered this affair sooner. Perhaps even dissuaded Sasuke from repeating the past or at the very least warn him. "I apologize Kakashi-san I didn't expect him to go back to her-" Itachi began.

"It's alright," Kakashi sighed heavily, rubbing a hand down his face, "I had suspected as much."

"…"

"Hope… it's such a fragile thing nowadays." Itachi merely listened, ignoring his cousin's probing motions for an explanation. "Now," Kakashi took a deep reassuring breath, "Down to business. It turns out your instincts were correct." Retrieving a manila folder from his briefcase, he continued, "I just wish I'd found it sooner." Averted his nonchalant eyes to Shisui, he attempted to deduce if he should share such confidential corporate information with the man around.

Reading him easily, Itachi gestured for him to continue, "It's alright, he's the reason I know about Danzo."

His colleague slapped the folder onto the coffee table and began, "Before Inabi took off on vacation, I noticed him having lots of hushed conversations with Yashiro outside his office, well whenever I passed by it anyway. You know I had my suspicions but, no authority to pry further at the time."

"Hn," Shisui scuffed, "Yashiro, that bastard was adamant of giving me the run around whenever I went in." Itachi spared no time in sifting through the paperwork, scanning them thoroughly with Shisui following suit. "Purchased goods invoices?" his cousin arched a brow.

"February twenty-eighth," Itachi pondered aloud as he examined an invoice.

"Ah," Kakashi confirmed, "Here," he pointed at the purchase order stapled to the invoice, "This was the official document operations put through. The usual monthly order for supplies from the Sunagakure subsidiary. I signed it myself."

"Why are we looking at these?" Shisui grew impatient, "I approved those goods for shipment before I left." Spreading the other few documents across the table he carried on, "Everything here looks to the book-wait! Hang on… these other invoices!" He hurriedly shuffled through the loose pages growing ghastlier by the second. The more he examined them the more blood seemed to drain from his face. "They're all… identical!" Shisui grimaced, leaning back onto the couch. Itachi glimpsed back at him, noticing the way his hand clenched and unclenched apprehensively.

Kakashi kept his cool and went on, "Someone within HQ has been using our funds to push purchases far beyond the normal threshold, duplicating the original bill from Suna more than eight times every month. Same date, same amount, same signature on all of them. Sloppy work. But whoever did it, at best, managed to change the invoice numbers so no one would track it immediately, at least not until the year end audit."

Sighing inaudibly, Itachi massaged his lidded eyes in frustration. He pinched the bridge of his nose as he sat back next to his cousin. That nagging fear in the back of his mind had come through. This entire Danzo issue is far more complicated that he would have liked. "They're syphoning funds out of the company and sending it to Suna…" the young Uchiha concluded.

"Come on!" Shisui stood up, in his rage, slamming his wash towel against the table. "Like no one from fuckin Suna would've noticed all these funds being pumped into our account?! I kept a close eye on all our balances!" he stormed.

"That wouldn't have mattered," Kakashi informed, "These fake invoices were addressed to Suna but, look here. The account number is different, off the books."

"…Danzo's account," Itachi perceived.

"Possibly. The bad news is, I only found twelve invoices here but, who's to say there hasn't been more." Itachi glanced at his cousin who grew eerily quiet. "What I found strange though… they weren't particularly difficult to get my hands on. Yashiro's kept them in an unlocked drawer in his desk-"

"That fuckin piece of shit!" his voice reverberating through the room, "Controlling our damn subsidiary just wasn't enough for that pretentious prick!" Shisui's temper flared to dangerous heights, just itching to put a whole in the wall with his fist.

"Calm down Shisui!" Itachi attempted, unable to hear himself think over the noise.

"Itachi the fact that this bastard has this sort of influence at our headquarters means he's planning something way bigger! I can't just sit here with my mouth shut to try and figure out what his next move will be!"

"Getting anxious isn't the solution either! Analysis requires calm." Leaning forward, the young Uchiha strategized, covering his mouth with his palm. Shisui threw his arms in the air in frustration pacing hurried behind the couch.

"I agree with Shisui-kun," Kakashi put in, "A lot more is going on here. It's Danzo's style." He still had quite the vivid memory of his former employer and his fraudulent methods. They were dishonest but always well thought out and on a grander scale. "What we need is solid evidence and this entire matter will be resolved." Rummaging through his briefcase once more, he fished out another stray sheet of parchment.

"What about those bogus invoices?" Shisui suggested, "Let's cram them up his ass and watch the bastard squirm. The court would deal with him from there."

"These invoices are one thing but it still doesn't disprove the forgery of my signature," Itachi pointed out. "These won't be enough to get back our subsidiary. We still need those share transfer documents."

"Itachi-san, there is one other thing. Here. It was in Yashiro's inbox."

As itachi's eyes skimmed over the new document he stilled. "… Don't tell me…" he uttered under his breath. His eyes grew darker tracing the text across the page. The room stilled. In his hand was an email printed and addressed to Inabi from none other than his own mother, his own flesh and blood.

Good news. Danzo finally received the last 5% shareholding. He's has full control of Suna now. The gears will finally start turning. As for my son, leave him to me. Our actions may be rash but our intentions are sound. I'm sure he'd understand in time. As for right now, he shouldn't notice the transfer, so stop worrying. We did not go through all this trouble for nothing. The second accounts is finished processing those share certificates, bring them to me immediately! If Itachi sees them, I'm sure my industrious child will have it revoked without question. Danzo needs that last 5%, so don't mess this up, else the company's future will hand in the balance.

"That five percent," Itachi's eyes widened.

"Wha-what's going on?" Shisui gulped, his cousin's uneasiness horrified him. "Itachi!"

'No this is impossible,' Itachi grip on the document tightened, crinkling the paper at its edge. He would have surely notice the exuberant increase in his bank account. Suna shares don't sell cheap, even for just 5%. There is no way this exchange could have taken place without him knowing about it.

"Oi Itachi!" Shisui lost his patience, tearing the document from his cousin, causing it to rip at the corners.

"My mother… sold my personal shareholding in Suna," he spoke the words but still could not bring himself to truly believe it.

Kakashi's eyes narrowed, "So it was your 5%..."

Itachi suddenly slammed his fist onto the table making a noticeable dent, almost splitting the wood. Sighing, he running his hands through his overgrown ponytail feeling the weight of the world crash down onto his shoulder. They really really needed those forged documents.

"So much for calm huh," Shisui commented. "I've heard enough," resting the parchment down, he snagged his phone and car keys. "It's time to pay my favorite aunt a lil visit," he announced heading for the door, "you coming?" glancing over his bare shoulder at his cousin.

Mutely, Itachi nodded. He had put this off long enough. In seconds, Shisui was out the door, pacing down the stairs to his car. "I thank you for your work Kakashi-san, this information has been most invaluable indeed. Please speak of this to no one. I'm sure my family would be quick to accuse you when they discover these documents have been taken. Forgive me but I must request your services further."

"Sir," he acknowledged waiting for further orders.

From the torn document, Itachi wrote a string of letters and digits before handing it to him.

"What's this?"

"It will allow you access to the accounting mainframe. Monitor all accounts in my absence. I need to know who authorized those fake invoices, when they were approved and the extent of this damage," directed Itachi. "The system should have also saved any transactions made by Suna, up until we lost control at the very least." His voice grew hollow now, "It may very well lead us back to her… but, we still need more evidence. Use the information and any irregularities you find, inform me immediately!"

"Hai!" His silver head nodded.

"Kakashi-senpai," his colleague's eyes crinkled at its corners when he addressed him as he did when they first met. "I must warn you to remain discreet. The second this foolish clan suspects your interference, they will attempt to flush you out."

"Sir!"

"…Forgive me Kakashi, I know this is a lot but, you are one of the few people I can trust-"

"There's no need for that," a smile adorned the Hatake's features. "I'll focus on this matter," he gartered together the invoices back into his briefcase. Resting a reassuring hand on his boss' shoulder, he added, "You do what you can."

Just then, Shisui abruptly burst through the door, completely disrupting the atmosphere in the room. Marching heavily towards the kitchen, he stopped when he felt their questioning stares on him. "Uhh… forgot my shirt…" he sweat dropped.

They both rolled their eyes.


The second Shizune and her roommate entered their studio apartment, the smell of chocolate caught their noses. Hanare's eyes began to twinkle in excitement. Striding to the kitchen, she found her lover, mittens and all, removing a tray of freshly baked cookies from the oven. The Uchiha smiled at the sight of her elated russet eyes. She twirled round the counter and plastered herself against his arm, peeping over his shoulder at his chocolaty delights.

Sasuke smirked, breaking a piece from a resting batch and plopped it into her mouth. She melted the second the warm gooey confection touched her tongue, swaying and purring her delight. He leaned forward and planted a soft kiss onto her lips. Leave it to him to take advantage of her almost freakish obsession with chocolate.

"So the Uchiha surfaces," Shizune entered, dusting her ebony hair behind her shoulder.

"Shizune," Sasuke scowled, not giving her more than two seconds of his attention. Why should he? Especially when the goddess of a woman was pecking at him for another sample.

"You've got your tail so deeply wiggled into my roommate's bed that I thought I'd never see you. Here in the kitchen no less," she remarked, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Hn," he ignored. To be honest, she was lucky she even got a reply. He fed Hanare again, putting in another complimentary kiss, this time on her forehead. Cupping her cheek with his warm hands, he stated, "you're late," wanting an explanation.

"Gomen Sasuke-kun," she apologized in her gentle tone, turning to the brunette now. "Shizune-san had to stop by her parents on the way."

"Has Itachi-kun figured it out yet?" Shizune broke in.

"Figured what out?" his tone growing more and more unfriendly by the second.

"Whose bed you've been invading these past couple weeks," the brunette dared. Hanare smiled seductively towards her lover, swaying her shoulders teasingly at him.

"No. I don't need his permission to be here."

Shizune shot him a smug smile, "And your mother?"

"What about her?"

"Aren't you still living there?"

Sasuke said nothing. Glaring daggers at the woman, he folded his arms. She did have a history of belittling him, making him feel like a child just because she was a few years older. She made it her hobby even when she was dating Itachi. Sasuke knew she had good knowledge of the Uchiha men. He knew she was just trying to piss him off.

"When Sasuke-kun's father passed, he promised his mother he'd stay at home until he graduated. Don't you remember Shizune-san?" Hanare put in, hoping to settle the flames she knew was waiting to erupt in her lover. "You were still dating Itachi-kun back then."

"How could I forget," she smiled it off. "I see your brother has found another muse."

Sasuke arched a brow. "As long as it's not you I think I can sleep easily."

"Hmph," the brunette brushed his insult off, "I worry for him," she shrugged, "she seems quite young."

"Hn Jealousy suits you," Sasuke smirked. It was his turn to demean her.

"Anyway, I've a favor to ask of you Uchiha-san," she began nonchalantly, rummaging through her handbag.

"Really now?!" Sasuke almost choked in amusement. Like hell he was doing her any favors, even if she was Hanare's closest friend. She broke his brother's heart and that is an unforgivable crime in his books.

"Please Sasuke-kun-"

"What the hell do you want Shizune?" he growled, already losing his patience with the woman. It was to be expected. Her very presence alone was enough to irritate him beyond reason and she knew that perfectly well.

"Sasuke-kun," Hanare said as sternly as her voice could allow, tugging on his sleeve in disapproval at his tone. "Don't be unreasonable Sasuke-kun. She is still my friend." Even that was pushing it but he would oblige, only for Hanare.

"I have something that belongs to Itachi," the brunette stated, holding out a hand band. Sasuke recognized it immediately. His brother used to always carrying it around growing up. They were prayer beads, dark copper in color with a black frayed tassel and silver amulet at its end.

"Why do you have this?" Sasuke knitted his brows.

"I stole it."

"What?!" he yelled.

Shizune rolled her eyes, "He gave them to me," she shrugged, "About a year after we were going out. I want you to return it to him. I know how fond he was of it."

"…" Sasuke grabbed the beads from her, silently indicating his reply. Turning back to his lover, he kissed her again, "I've got to go. I promised Naruto I'd actually attend today's lecture."

Hanare smiled and nodded, "Alright, I'll leave the door unlocked for you tonight." With that, he grabbed his jacket and headed out.

"Why are you returning it to him now?" Hanare asked, tilting her head to the side. "Is it because of the girl he was with at the café?"

"…"

"That girl he was with… It's not really making you jealous is it?"

Shizune sighed feeling suddenly stressed, "Itachi could never makeme jealous." Hanare was unsure if her roommate was being truthful or not, but she choose not to pry. Shizune always made her intentions clear whenever she deemed it appropriate, so for now, she would just wait.


Itachi walked past the threshold, putting him inside the building. The house he once called home. It's been over eight long years since he's lived there and every time he stepped back in he would be hit with a wave of memories. Fond memories of him playing with Sasuke in the hallways. Of his mom tending to his scrapes and bruises while his father yell at them for being so careless. His loving mother… the same person he was now here to confront. It took an immense amount of will to not turn around and walk away. That same source of will told him that it must be done. His sense of honor and justice won't allow him the luxury of turning away no matter how much this would pain him.

He glanced over his shoulder at Shisui who was making a quick last minute call before proceeding without him. Making his way through the house, he caught the scent of freshly cooked dango from the kitchen and paused. It was not foreign to this household that dango was one of Itachi's favorite dishes. He remembered his mother making them every weekend, just for him, as a treat for studying so hard. It had become a Uchiha tradition. Cursing under his breath, he knew this was going to be far more difficult than he first anticipated. 'She's expecting me,' he thought warily.

Following his feet towards the kitchen, he made little effort to muffle his footsteps. The faster they got this over with the better. The sound of running water of the faucet and the momentarily clanking of dishes caught his ear. She was doing the dishes.

"Itachi-chan," Mikoto's pleasant voice called out before he rounded the corner into the kitchen.

"Kaa-san," he returned, his intonation nonchalant. He had to do this…

"So you've finally come home," she said, still not looking up to him. She wiped her wet hands on the apron secured around her waist, before turning to meet him, "Have you seen my son?"

"…" He unnoticing held his breath as he met those familiar eyes.

"He always seems so insistent on staying by his big brother's side." As she got closer, he noticed the tired darken circles around her eyes. She was stressed. "Always walking in your shadow," she smiled. Lifting her petite hand, she caressed his cheek before turning away, returning to her pile of dishes. It did pain him to see her like this. However, there could only be one reason why she was so distressed and he had an obligation to address it.

"Kaa-san-"

"Bless him, he's so determined to be just. Like. You," she interrupted purposefully.

"You speak as though I'm corrupting him," his brows furrowed. He was not enjoying this little 'game.'

"…" she paused her ministrations.

"…I'd imagine you were expecting my visit," he stated.

"Is it wrong for a mother to expect her children to visit? Where is he?" she avoided his gaze at first, clearing the remaining dishes from the counter.

"I don't know."

"Hmm I just hope he's not liaising with that… That outrageous pink haired child. She's hardly Uchiha material-"

"I think we both know I'm not here to talk about Sasuke," his tone grew severe. His patience peaked at the mere mention of the pinkette.

"Oh come now Itachi. Don't be so melodramatic, there's no need," Mikoto brushed it off, "I am after all your mother. I know the inner workings of your mind."

"Well that's a shocker," Shisui entered casually, hands pocketed at his side, "You'd definitely be the first."

"Shisui," she stated more than greeted.

"Hello to you too my beloved Aunty," he greeted smugly. The scent of the dango immediately pulling his interest. "Mmmm don't mind if I do!" he smiled snagging a kebab.

Averting her attention back to her son, her now icy eyes met his. "I didn't expect you to find out so soon," she admitted, "However, attacking Inabi-san in his own home. That was hardly necessary!"

"Whoa whoa whoa Attack?!" Shisui raised his arms in defense, jabbing the skewer as he spoke. "I almost got my dick trimmed off with the man's fucking silverware! Yet we're the ones being accused?!" He heaved a mushroom cloud in defeat, "just can't catch a break with these Uchihas."

"Shisui-san, I take it you're the one that encouraged this?" she averted her gaze to her nephew.

He immediately noticed the uneasiness in his Aunt's eyes and the objectiveness of his cousin's demeanor. Quite admirable given the circumstances. "Geez again with these heinous accusations." He smirked this time, leaning languidly against the counter, "Well allow me to shoot some your way." His smirk grew into a grin when he noticed the flare in her eyes.

Itachi glared at him, immediately silencing the man. She did defraud the company however that did not disqualify her from a mother's respect. Folding his arms across his chest, Itachi closed his eyes for a moment then begun, "Kaa-san, you and Inabi sold shareholdings in Sunagakure belonging to our company. That includes five percent shareholdings written in name to this aristocrat without my consent."

"Your consent?!" her voice strong, "Careful Itachi, remember who you're talking to."

"Fine then!" Shisui interrupted, "Allow me. I for one don't give two shits about our 'loving bond'."

"Shisui!" Itachi warned him for the second time.

"Fine fine," he waved the kebab before picking the last dango off.

"I need to hear your reasoning," he kept his mother's unrelenting stare. "Surely you must have some explanation for this."

"Hn," she was still displeased by his tone, "Everything I've done to this point has been for the betterment of the company and for this family."

"Explain."

"Since the trade of Suna, I'm sure you've noticed the significant upsurge in business. More and more clients have been pouring in day after day. Business has never been so good and this has all been because of my efforts," she exclaimed proudly.

"Is that what Danzo promised?" asked Shisui. Stroking his chin, he thought aloud, "Taking advantage of his political status to secure contracts for us?"

"That's corruption," Itachi stated, furrowing his brows.

"Call it what you like," she shrugged. "But in a year's time, we'd dominate our industry. We may even be as large as the Sengu Corporation here in Konoha."

Staring at nothing in particular, Shisui carried on, "So our subsidiary was the initial cost for this… 'Arrangement.' What else is he demanding?"

"Do not concern yourself with the fine print Shisui-san. It is all under my control."

"Perhaps that is the problem," Itachi remarked brashly.

"Careful Itachi!" she warned him again, "Do not forget who you are addressing-"

"I am well aware of whom I'm addressing," he reprimanded in absolution. Her arrogance thus far and to a greater extent, her uncompromising lack of remorse made him furious.

"How dare you!" her tired eyes flaring angrily, like a strict mother ready to punish a disobedient child.

"Kaa-san the only thing that's stopping me from immediately dismissing you is the fact that you are my mother. But… Speak to me like that again and I would not be as lenient." He was no longer a son speaking to his mother. He was in all regards a CEO addressing a subordinate.

"Itachi!" she yelled, her voice reverberating long after she spoke.

Watching from the sidelines, Shisui felt stifled by the thickness of the air. Feeling a chill roll up his spine, he caved. Clearing his throat, he drew their attention, "Speaking of the fine print, where are those forged documents? You good pal Inabi told us you have em. It would be best to just hand em over. Less messy. Unless you want the police rummaging through your… delicates."

"Do you think I would be so naïve to keep them here?" She retorted feeling quite insulted by his attempts.

"Chh," Shisui rolled his eyes, "Perfect."

Itachi heaved a sigh, feeling a sudden wariness wash over him. "Before I rectify this situation," he paused, watching as she gracefully tuck some loose strands behind her ear. "I shall give you the opportunity to correct your actions on your own. However, whether or not you do rectify them, it would not save you nor your accomplices from receiving full disciplinary action." He hated speaking those words. He had said them so many times before but never to his own mother. "You must hand over the share certificates and authorization documents you so illegally forged. Also, every single cent transferred through those fake invoiced must be retrieved, be it though your own personal account or back from the recipient."

She froze. Her face grew slack as she stared at him wide-eyed. "You-you… know about the invoices?" she muttered in disbelief.

"Do you think we'd be so 'naïve' to not notice?" Shisui smirked boastfully.

Her resolve seemed to crack now as she looked from her nephew to her son. Her eyes shifty and worried. "Itachi, your father put you in charge of overseeing his work. He intended for you to be a strong leader for this company, for this family!"

"There she goes dropping the 'F' word again," Shisui shrugged, shaking his head.

Taking a few steps forward, she persisted, trying to dissuade her son. "Your father saw potential in this company and in you! He knew that weakness wouldn't be good for business, especially one as competitive as ours. Itachi, you are now face to face with the future of Uchiha Corp. The future that he wanted! And you're just going to oppose all that?! You're going to oppose this family? The entire clan would be forced against you."

"…"

"Itachi… my son, please" Mikoto lifted her hand again to caress his cheek but he turned away.

"Shisui," he called in an authoritative tone.

"Hai."

"Schedule an assembly for the board on Friday. This matter shall be put to an end." He watched as her temper boiled. Her eyes flashed and narrowed into slips at the apparent audacity of his words.

"Gladly," Shisui's grin grew wider.

"You're threading on dangerous waters as well Shisui!" she threatened, fists clenched tightly at her side.

"You have until then Kaa-san," with that, they both turned to leave… It was finally over.

"If you're so adamant to stand in the way of progress then we shall remove you from the board!" her voice etched with hostility, "And I mean that, Itachi."

He paused but did not grace her with even a glance over the shoulder. "Make it happen then."


Sasuke tapped his pen ferociously against his notebook. It had only been fifteen minutes into class and his best friend's head was already bobbing its way to sleep. The Uchiha rolled his eyes. To be fair, he was only half paying attention himself. The discreet sound of classic rock seeping from the headphones coiled around his neck was the only thing keeping him awake. The lecturer's voice was like a drawling echo in background, difficult for anyone to be enthused about the content. Checking is phone again… and again, he scrolled through the several messages he had recently sent Sakura… making sure they actually did in fact send. 'What the heck is up with her?' he thought, frowning at her lack of response. She hadn't even returned his calls last night.

Suddenly, the blond to his left snorted quietly as his head now hung fully over, his chin pressing against the nape of his neck. Sasuke rolled his eyes again, 'Unbelievable.' With a hard jab, Sasuke elbowed Naruto promptly on his arm.

"Daaahh!" he wailed, jumping up. The lecture stopped and all eyes were on him.

Sasuke sighed, running a hand through his long bangs. 'I'm seriously going to have to kill this guy one of these day.'

"Eh… Gomen gomen," Naruto apologized, swiftly taking his again. After an awkward moment of silence, the hall returned to the lecture.

"If I have to stay up through this so do you!" Sasuke threatened, his eyes facing forward.

"I don't get why I gotta take this class," the blond puffed his cheeks, "I'm the son of two auditors. I was getting ethics shoved down my throat before I was potty trained," he whined, rubbing the still smarting area Sasuke inflicted.

"Hn," Sasuke could not agree more. Business Ethics class was always so drawn out. It was not that he particularly needed it either. Itachi had taken his time over the years to educate him on the Do's and Don'ts of corporate practices, so this was just repetitive. It was just one of the final classes they had to take before graduating. Checking his phone for the billionth time, he searched for any new messages but found none. "Why are you so tired anyway?" he asked distracting himself from the pinkette.

Naruto, now hunch over on his desk, flailed his arms over the front. Yawning loudly, he lethargically glanced back at the Uchiha, "Hinata spent the night and uh… kept me up late." Sasuke leaned back in his chair pretending to care. "Oh and I had to go to Sakura's really early this morning. Aunty was worried."

Sasuke turned to the blond. "Why was she worried?" he asked curiously.

"You know," Naruto eyed him, "Uchihas coming to visit while she's home alone for the week." He dropped the hint that he knew about their affair.

"Is she?" inquired Sasuke, arching a brow.

"Is she what?"

"Home alone for the week," his dark brows furrowed.

"Y-yeah, Konoha's national bank opened a branch in Suna. Her folks went across for the week," he explained skeptically. "What? She forgot to tell you about that part last night?" Naruto leaned up off the desk.

Sasuke folded his arms over his chest. "She wasn't exactly an open book last night," he stated, his obsidian eyes deep in thought.

'So he did go over last night…' the blond mused stroking his chin. "Yeah, well. She wasn't exactly that either this morning."

Averting his eyes over the numerous heads of students, down to the aged female lecturer, he questioned, "What's going on with her?"

"How the heck should I know?" he scuffed, "Just thinking about the two of you gives me a headache."

"Hn" the Uchiha rolled his eyes, "There isn't a 'two of us,'" he stressed for what felt like the umpteenth time.

"And hello pain-killers," he grabbed his head, ruffling his bright blonde locks. He did not and was not going to get into that conversation again. He was done. Finished. Let them self-destruct on their own. "Seriously class on a Sunday afternoon should be outlawed," he complained, changing the subject.

"Spare me your whining dobe. You forced me to be here."

Naruto squinted his eyes at him. "Like you had anything better to do."

"Hn" …As a matter of fact. Sasuke retrieved a picture of his beloved. A gentle smile immediately dawning his lips. A portrait of a woman, with a face as acquitted as the moonlit glow, sat atop her windowsill in her long silk nightgown with an acoustic guitar in hand. He had taken the photo only a few nights ago. Laying in her very bed, listening while she played him a melody.

Arching a brow at his friend, Naruto leaned over to investigate. "Sasuke…" he mumbled in utter disbelief, "holy… fuckin… shit."


The days in Konoha was particularly hotter this time of year but tonight, Hanare swore she felt a chill bite straight through to her bone. Clutching her denim jacket tighter to her chest, she made hurried stride towards her apartment building. Peace find her. She needed to be home, she needed time to ponder on what had just happened. She kept her head down, focusing only on the clicking of her heels against the concrete pavement. Rubbing her clammy palms together, she renounced any desire to see Sasuke tonight. She could not bear to face him, not after what just happened. Of course she had not intended on bumping into Kakashi at the train station, but she knew just how furious Sasuke would get by the mere mention of the man's name.

The second she entered her cozy apartment, she lifted the guitar off her back and shrugged out of her jacket. Without hesitating, she fished for her phone and was about to call Sasuke when she heard light clanking in the kitchen. Surely Shizune could not possibly be up at this hour. She would usually sleep before working a nightshift at the hospital. Hearing the familiar ringing of her lover's phone, her heart sank.

"I'm here," Sasuke called out from the kitchen. She found him setting the table for two.

"Sasuke-kun! You're early," remarked Hanare nervously, unconsciously fiddling with the phone in her hand.

"Am I? It's already seven o'clock," he quirked a brow.

"Oh. You made dinner."

"Bought," he corrected, laying the last plate down before facing his love, "I didn't have time to make any-thing. What's wrong?" Her cheeks were always full and flushed by her natural glow so it was easy for him to notice when they weren't.

"Umm… nothing," she lied, unable to meet him in the eyes.

"Here," he broke a stem of the bouquet he had placed on the table and tucked it behind her ear. Like most things, it had suited her all too well.

"Purple irises," she blushed at the contact, "they're beautiful," running her fingers across the petals.

"They're your favorite aren't they?" Sasuke smiled drawing her in closer by the waist.

"…This is all so perfect," she choked, biting down on her lower lip. Cupping her cheek in his palm, he leaned in for a kiss when he felt her hands pressed hard against his chest pushing him away. He furrowed his brows at her resistance. "Sasuke-kun, there's something I have to tell you…"


All of Konoha, including his cousin nor a glass of the strongest whiskey he owned would have been enough to settle that sickening disgust in the pit of his stomach. Why was he, he of all people, so damned to have parents such as them. He was now the head of the company… head of his clan, if he had any opportunity to change things, it was now. And yet, after all these years as CEO, what has he truly changed? It was as Shisui said, the entire clan is infected. The selfish parasitic traits of the founders were so deeply rooted into the entire clan that to change it now would mean changing the people themselves, purging the very structure of the organization. How was he to shield Sasuke from it this time?

Taking a deep full breath, Itachi, drink in hand, made his way to the confines of his bedroom. Dealing with anyone else was out of the question for tonight. As he entered his safe dwelling, he did not bother to turn on the lights. The darkness was just too welcoming. Sliding down against the door at his back, he allowed himself to hunch over, resting his arms against his knees. He was mentally drained, pushed to his limit. His jaw clenched as he brought the glass to his lips. The taste was not pleasant but he welcomed the numbing effect.

In ways he did not care to admit, this was the closest he had ever felt to vulnerable. All his efforts at restoring the integrity of his company, all those late nights and long hours had amounted to this? Shutting his eyes, he leaned back against the wood, feeling the weight of the predicament at hand. "Kaa-san," he whispered, feeling a painful knot clenching in his chest. Would Sasuke ever forgive him for what he had to do? Dismissing their own mother… he took another sip.

He wasn't sure if his room felt colder than usual tonight or if his emotions had finally pushed past his mental threshold. Almost disbelievingly he felt a sudden heat gathering in his eyes. "Hn," he smile sarcastically, closing his onyx pools, trying to recall the last time he shed tears only to come up empty. It was then he heard his father's last words, like a taunt echoing in the back of his mind, 'Uchihas mustn't cry.' Muttering profanities under his breath, he realized just how much of a Uchiha he truly was. Perhaps out of spite, he allowed a solitary tear to slide down his pale cheek.

Clutching the fabric against his torso, his breathing grew heavier as the pain in his chest persisted. In a spit second, his glass shot across the room and shattered against the opposing wall. It was then that he heard it. A small shriek resonating through the room. His eyes snapped open, horrified beyond words that he had an audience to his tiny mental breakdown.

And there it was. Behind the sheer white curtains adorning his window, stood a silhouette accented with long bubble-gum curls. "Sa-Sakura?" he murmured in disbelief. 'Had she come in through his window? No, not possible, they were five stories up.' He found her eyes on him, staring with a tenderness and compassion he had never before seen in them. He had to hold his breath. He could find no words to describe how captivating she looked at that moment. Highlighted solely by the gentle moonlight, she held onto the drapery as it parted and wafted around her. Her hair followed suit, swooping and curling around her face with a few strands getting caught between her flushed lips as she mouthed his name.

After a moment of hesitation, her bare feet took their first steps towards him. His breath hitched as he reminded himself that this was real, that she was really here… in his room. How on earth she got up here was beyond him and quite frankly, he didn't seem to care in the least anymore. All that mattered was that she was here… when his resolve was in tatters.

"Sakura-"

"Don't!" she whispered, loud enough for him to hear. Her gentle hands reached down to him, "Don't you dare send me away."

His eyes widened upon realization that he was now cradled in her arms. Her hair like a veil surrounding them both. She nestled closer, laying her head against his shoulder. The warmth of her body seeped under his skin. It engulfed his wary soul with the affection he sorely needed. And he willingly melted into it… into her. Wrapping his arms around her, he returned her embrace, pulling her closer, deeper. He needed more.

"Tell me what happened."

Even if he could, where would he even begin? "It's complicated," was all he could conceive.

"I think I can keep up," her voice was quiet and soothing.

Should he? Should he truly burden her with this part of his life? He did not wish it. They had only just begun to explore the depths of their feelings for each other. It was not that he didn't trust her, he just wasn't ready to show an outsider the true face of his clan, to open that part of his life to her. His silence had earned him a hard jab in his ribs causing the corner of his lips to tug into a smile. She was already being a huge distraction for him.

"You have to tell me! I cannot allow you to carry this by yourself Itachi," she persisted. He could not see her face but he knew that tone in her voice. She was such a fiery girl, stubborn but kind. It was a refreshing change from the overly serious, predictable women he dated in the past. "Itachi!" she grew impatient. She would never let this go. He would have to tell her, share his burden with her… eventually.

"Sakura," he buried his head in her hair, drowning in her scent. For now this was all he needed. To be close to her… to touch her. "Then make me lighter," his voice now an octave lower. Her eyes snapped widely when he crashed his lips against hers. He was not forceful but she felt the need… his need for her. Melting into the kiss, she scraped her hands through his silky hair, involuntarily loosening his hair-tie before lacing them behind his neck. Although delayed, heat rushed to her cheeks when her brain finally processed his words. It made her break for air. Gazing anxiously into his charcoal eyes, she heard the echoing of his words in her head.

'Does he really?' she bit at her lower lip. Behind those onyx pools, she could see him, his true self… his suffering. His whirlwind of feelings opened only for her viewing. How could she, a girl so insignificant, ease this pain? She embraced him again. The more time that passed, the tighter she held him. He didn't move. He accepted every bit of affection she offered.

"Itachi," his name left her whispering lips, brushing hotly against his neck, "It's my turn to comfort you."

His heart admittedly stopped beating for a second when he heard the gentle click of the lock above him. He said nothing, only searched her eyes for confirmation. She leaned in pressing her palms flat against the walls of his chest. Trailing her hands up to his neck, she fiddled with the neckline of his shirt before undoing the first button. She looked up at him, as if that wasn't confirmation enough. Still, she had to be sure he knew what her intentions were as well. The second button came undone. She didn't wait.

Is it too soon? Surely it was. It wasn't that she didn't want this. She definitely wanted this. She had even left herself open the night before to the possible opportunity, but he hadn't taken it. He was far too decent to take advantage of her. No, this man didn't want her solely for her body. He was after much more. She could see it in his eyes. The third button… she was testing the waters.

Glancing up, she searched his eyes for approval, not knowing she already had it. As the pads of her fingers brushed against his toned chest, the temptation for this forbidden fruit heightened. Why hadn't she done this before? There was always something else, or rather someone else in the way. 'You know what?! Fuck Sasuke!' The forth button!

She paused only to dip her hands into the opening, exploring the contours of his pectorals and disassembling his self-control inch by inch. God he needed this… the last button. He then allowed her to ease the fabric off his shoulders and discard it on the floor. Wordlessly, she tore away, bracing herself against the door before climbing to her feet. Stretching forth her hand towards him, he arched a brow. Like hell he was going to be 'escorted' to his own bed.

"So you wish to comfort a Uchiha?" he smirked. Grabbing her wrist, he forcefully pulled her back down.

She gasped, feeling a heat rushing to her cheeks at their new position. She was trapped. Pinned down by his masculine silhouette, her venturing hands now imprisoned above her head. Leaning closer, he secured himself snugly between her legs, pressing her to him. Diminishing the proximity between their lips, he stayed mere inches away. His hot breath mingling with hers, teasing her with the temptation. Impatiently, she leaned up, eager to meet his lips with her own. An amused smirked dawned his features as he inched back, denying her. He was thoroughly going to enjoy this. Staring deeply into her longing eyes, his smirk grew wider. The desire radiating from those emerald seas made his pride swell.

Angling his head, he pressed a chaste kiss against the nape of her neck. He almost lost himself to the feeling of hershuddering beneath him. Growling against her soft flesh, he trailed up, allowing his lips to graze her lobe, baiting her, "Do you have any idea what that entails Miss Haruno?" As though to deliberately torment her, he moved his leg further up her thighs, reminding her of their closeness. His actions were bold. He did not seek her permission, did not hesitate. He inched his leg closer and closer until…

"Itachi!" she gasped. That coil within her now lit aglow. She mewled as she squirmed against him, unable to move. Her rosy lips parted and quivered as he persisted his ministrations against her warmth. "Show me, Uchiha." It was impulsive but she didn't care. She wanted this. She was ready. Whenever she would look into those eyes, something in her would just goes off. She knew this was where she fitted, where she belonged.

With a smirk, he descended onto her. Devouring her lips with his own. Releasing her nimble hands, she quickly made to pull him closer, desperate to taste more of him. Their tongues danced together, eager to taste every corner they could find. Mewling as he sucked at her lower lip, her hand clenched fists full of his hair. Tugging at the dark strands, a growl escaped his throat, the pain surprisingly addictive. The kiss lingered on, deepening by the second before they momentarily broke, losing themselves in each other's lust filled gaze. Her delicate fingertips traced the deep tear troughs across his cheeks before gliding back to release his strands from the dangly hair-tie. She absolutely adored the way it cascaded down, brushing against her arms. Brushing his nose against hers, he met her lips again. Drowning in that sweet arousing taste.

Sliding his hand beneath the white cotton fabric of her dress, he caressed small spirals against her waist, eager to learn every curve it carried. Tonight he would allowing himself to be selfish, he deserved this much. Tonight, he would educate her on the passions of a Uchiha, the lust of a man deprived of womanly affection for over two , he would drown in the warm waters his soul longed to swim in, the waters of her ever growing affection. He would drink of her sweet moans and relish every inch of her body.

Teasing the lacey lingerie at her hip, he paused before venturing south, spreading her legs further. Her gasp broke the kiss. He teased her to no end. Brushing his middle finger in between her clothed slits, he applied just the right amount of friction to spur a series of moans from her lips. Leaving kisses along her jaw and neck, he tried his best to ignore the way her shaky passion filled breaths fueled his own growing arousal. Feeling moisture soaking through the fabric he smirked. She was already drenched, ready and waiting for him.

He single handedly knocked the breath from her lungs when he tucked the lacey fabric aside. Sliding his digits easily against her modesty, he instantly coated his fingers with her sticky slicknectar. Parting her slits, he relentlessly teased at her delicate pearl. "Itachi!" she gasped in between short heated breaths. She was close, so unbelievably close! As though daring her over the edge, he plunged his ring and middle fingers into her curling them upwards with every stroke. It was too much. She attempted to recoil from those skilled fingers, pulling upwards, however he wouldn't let her. Securing his palm against her lower back, he held her there, restricting any escape. He would make her feel everything. Finally, he would get revenge for all those agonizing times she teased him with this seductive body.

Her cries grew louder as he relentlessly plunged into her, slurring his finger deeper and deeper. She had to urge her hips not to give in to the compulsion to buck against his skilled hands. As she grew closer, her core constricted, quivering and clamping tightly around his fingers. 'Fuck,' he swore, his manhood throbbing expectantly just waiting for its turn in her, 'Sex with this woman would be glorious.' How could his foolish brother possibly give this up? With one final scream, her body arched up on its own accord, her muscles taut as she clawed against his back, succumbing to it. Squirting from her most secret place, were the sweet waters of her release. It was far more intense than anything she had ever felt before. Panting furiously beneath him, he eased up to take in her ecstatic features. Her body quivered and her cheeks bright red. Her heart was beating so fast she swore it would tear through her chest.

"When I see you like this," he confessed, brushing his fingers against her dampen bangs, "it's hard to breathe." This was like a dream for him and he hoped beyond hope never to awaken from it.

Lifting her exhausted shaking hands up to his cheeks she murmured between pants, "what did you do to me?"

Unknowingly, he tilted his head to the side. Had his brother not done this to her before? "What? Exhausted already?" he purred. Watching her flush, nibbling at her lower lip made him smirked. "Sakura," he eased his soaked fingers slowly out of her, tracing them up. Journeying between the valley of her breasts, he smeared her sweet nectar against her moist parted lips. Pressing his lips to her ear again, he taunted her, "We're just getting started." She gasped, her eyes snapping wide as she watched him devoured what was left of her on his fingers.


A.N.

h-heeyy guys. I know it took a while but this was one of the hardest chapters i ever wrote to date. I couldn't have done it without all your motivational words.

I hope you enjoyed, please let me know what you think. I read all your feedback.

Any Sasuke fans out there?