Chapter 12: Family Secrets

Snowysess: There's use of drugs are in this chapter, not much Sasuke and Naruto action but you'll get enough of that next chapter.


The stomps of boots resounded down the hall. The clicks of guns were hardly heard as eight men stormed over to the last apartment door. A signal by a hand was given out to make them all stop and collect their thoughts. The smell of blood was fresh in their minds. They as a team discovered Inoichi Yamanaka's and Hiashi Hyuuga's body on the floor of the famous flower shop. It was a massacre, and then it didn't help when they found blood in Ino Yamanaka's condo only minutes later. It was fresh, almost a day old but that wasn't what shook most of them. There was an explosion somewhere down by the slums and pieces of bodies were everywhere. They were directed by Nagato and Yahiko to see if their worst fears were true.

A sound came from the ear piece.

"Everyone in position?" the voice asked.

"Yes, sir!" They chorused quietly.

"Move in."

Two men moved towards the door, rifle ready as they lifted up their foot, and then kicked the door open. They moved in with caution, two other men following them, making sure no one jumped out to surprise them. Unfortunately, the apartment was empty. There was messed up couch cushions and the smell of rough sex but nothing out of peculiar.

"What's the status?" The voice in the ear piece asked softly.

"Area is clear, sir."

There was a sigh. "I figured as much. Meet at the northwestern station. I'm going to have to call ANBU for this."

"Yes, sir!"


Naruto didn't want to wake up. He felt like he was floating, like his bed was moving in a slow and steady pace. He moved his head, connecting with a cool thin surface. His eyebrow furrowed in confusion, groaning slightly at the feel. His ears could pick up the sound of an engine, a car engine at that. He moved to get comfortable, realizing he was sitting up. He didn't fall asleep sitting up, did he? He decided now was the good time to open his eyes to see where the hell he was at. He regretted it immediately because the sun was up in the middle of the sky, making its sunny rays known. He frowned slightly and wiped his eyes with his hands.

He then realized something was wrong. He was on a single highway, and his hands were tied in a thick white rope, connecting to the door handle. He panicked pulling on his restraints desperately trying to get them to loosen, but it tightened even further. He turned his head, his eyes wide when he saw who was sitting next to him driving with a calm but determined expression on his face.

"S-Sasuke?" he weakly asked.

Cold obsidian eyes turned towards him. "It was just a precaution. I don't want you trying to leave me."

Naruto's eyes became even wider at that statement. He looked around the car noticing he wasn't the only one in here. Gaara, Deidara, and someone he didn't know were all sleep in the backseat while leaning on each other. Sasuke kidnapped Deidara after all. If that was the case then where was Itachi? He gasped. Did Sasuke kill him? Did he kill his own brother?

"Where are you taking me?" he blurted.

Sasuke pressed down harder on the pedal once they passed a sign that read Grass Country…Ten Miles Away. "You'll find out when we get there. Go back to sleep."

Naruto shook his head about to ask another question until he found something in his neck. He screamed but it died down in his throat as everything went black.


"Was that necessary Sasuke?" Gaara asked.

Sasuke ignored the question, keeping his eyes on the road. He knew for certain that he had to get out of Fire Country before ANBU were called. They weren't allowed in Sound City so they would stay there for a couple of days before moving on. He was still thinking about his conversation with Itachi. It pissed him off so that was why he wanted Naruto to sleep. He knew his blonde had a lot of questions, was scared or nervous but he couldn't quell his anger to answer them patiently. Even though, Naruto was his love didn't mean that he annoyed him sometimes. Just hearing his voice reminded him of Itachi for some weird reason.

He gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles ash white as he did. Gaara would probably catch on, leaving him alone but he didn't want him to. He wanted to tell him about Itachi. The feelings that he thought buried deep within or destroyed completely. He didn't think of Itachi as a brother until that very moment. He didn't get any sleep over it either. While everyone else went to sleep, he continued to drive and he was sure he had bags under his eyes now.

"What happened?" Gaara asked after a few minutes of silence. "This has to do with Itachi, doesn't it?"

Sasuke frowned. Was he that easy to read with the red head? Did he know all his secrets by just looking at him? Then again, Gaara was practically another father, brother and friend all in one. He knew more about Sasuke than anyone. Not even Naruto knew how his mind worked. Not even his mother, though she was close. Not close enough.

"Itachi." He gritted out.

"Go on."

He took a deep breath. "He apologized. He really apologized to me…" He slowed down to think about his next words. "…claimed that he loved me. He still loves me even after all I've done. I was still his little brother to him." He shook his head eyes narrowing in the distance. "I don't understand. I severed those foolish ties and he still looks at me like that."

There was silence, only the sound of the car moving forward for a few minutes before Gaara spoke again.

"I forgot to tell you." Gaara said lowly.

"What?" he glanced back at his redheaded friend.

"I have an older brother and sister."

Sasuke slowed down to a stop and turned to glare at him. "When were you going to tell me this? I thought you killed your family!"

"I killed my father, my mother, and my uncle. Besides you never asked if I had any siblings. You just assumed that I was the single child."

Sasuke wasn't going to lie. That part was true. He always thought that Gaara was the only child so that was why he thought they were so alike. He had loneliness in his heart ever since the day Fugaku declared he was a failure to the Uchiha name. He never would've known that the person that he looked up to, his best friend and brother Gaara had other siblings. He felt jealousy eat its way into his heart like a parasite. He wasn't angry but he felt possessive of him because he was the first person to see him for what he truly is. He wasn't a failure. He was the best Uchiha there was. Itachi was a failure to him. He could never have what he truly wanted and Uchihas get what they want.

"Where? Where are they?" he wanted to know so he could avoid the place as much as possible.

"Wind Country. In the capital, Suna City."

"You don't want to go there do you?" he asked, making his insecurities known.

"Hell no." he paused. "They hated me. I hated them. Once I killed the rest of the family they made it their mission to get me locked up. They knew I did it but the bodies were never found and neither was the evidence. I was under investigation for six months before the judge decided that it was pointless without the facts. I left, staying in smaller towns before going to Konoha. You know the rest."

Sasuke nodded. He continued to drive, noticing Deidara was starting to wake up. "We'll talk more about it later. For now, take care of princess."

Gaara's scowl was easily seen in the rearview mirror. He would've chuckled if they were alone. He settled on smirking.


Itachi frowned, rolling over in thin sheets to be greeted by a sharp teethed smirk. He didn't remember how he got here, or what happened but he knew for certain that he just had sex. He could feel it as he slightly moved his legs. All he remembered was following Kisame through an alleyway and into a lowdown apartment building. He had asked for something the drink and next thing he knew he woke up like this. Was he trying to blackmail him?

"Finally up, sleeping beauty?"

"What do you want?" he asked narrowing his eyes.

"It's not what I want." Kisame laughed, throwing the blankets off of him as he stood up from the bed. Itachi saw perfectly sculpted abs and a strong chest that would leave any gay man drooling. In between Kisame's legs was a monstrous size that he was sure that it didn't fit. "It's what you want."

He picked up something that looked like a cigarette but Itachi knew it wasn't. It looked like it was a rolled up piece of paper.

"What do you mean?" he asked, sitting up and ignoring the pain in his backside.

"I had a friend once. Obito Uchiha. I'm sure you know him." He said as he lit it up and took a drag from the weird smelling cigarette. Itachi was confused. Obito went missing when Sasuke was only six years old. He only met him twice but he wasn't much of an Uchiha. He was too hyper and laidback compared to most.

"What about him?" he glared at him.

Kisame laughed. "You don't know what this is, do you?"

Itachi only scowled at him.

"Its weed man! Here lighten up!" He took a long drag. He grabbed onto his arm and kissed him. Itachi gasped at it and felt smoke feeling into his mouth and into his lungs. He coughed heavily while Kisame laughed at him again.

"What did you do?" he asked, feeling his words and his thoughts slow down.

"Relax. Just relax. I'm about to tell you a secret. You're not the only Uchiha around. Your father made sure to cut all ties with the rest of his family. Obito is the only one I know at my age. Later tonight, I'll take you to meet the family head. He heard so much about you and wanted me to grab you before your brother did. It's a shame I got there kind of late."

"Family head?" he asked, not really processing the concept. He couldn't feel anything. He felt numb and giddy all at once. His father told him a long time ago when Obito disappeared that the rest of the family was dead. He stopped asking about it.

"Uchiha is the mafia around these parts." He took another drag and blew more smoke into Itachi's mouth. "Its why you're so famous. The first Uchiha to go to law school and come out without being a criminal. I'm sure that's going to change though. Madara has some plans for you."

Madara? Who was that? Itachi lay back down, he felt boneless and a smile crept up on his face out of no where. He looked at the cheap painted ceiling laughing at its quality.

Kisame seemed to be done smoking, climbed back into bed, and then climbed on top of him. "How about another round, pretty boy?"

"Wha?" he asked.

The pale man bent down to kiss him and at that moment all thoughts disappeared as he kissed him back.