The Strange Case of Sasuke Uchiha chpt 13

They all froze as they saw Itachi. Everyone was silent as they tried to figure out the situation. Itachi has just caught everyone, especially Sasuke –except Kisame- in very unusual conditions. He just caught Hidan being happy, Deidara being quiet and most importantly, Sasuke being a slut. Said teen had a big grin on his face as his brother lightly sniffed the air; he didn't have to breathe hard, the room was thick with smoke. Sasuke's grin told everyone that he'd already figured how the situation would play out.

Itachi stoically walked over to his brother and pulled Hidan off him. Hidan didn't even realize that he never got off Sasuke. He picked up the younger Uchiha, who wrapped his arms around his neck, and carried him back to his room.

The criminals were still in shock, they couldn't believe what happened. They thought Itachi was going to at least murder Hidan. He just walked out calmly. "The fuck was that?" Hidan pulled himself off the ground. The others just shrugged in confusion and left to go to their own rooms, before he came back for blood.

SASUKE'S ROOM

Itachi sat his brother on his bed. Sasuke still smiled as his aniki got on his knees and hugged his middle. His mood turned melancholy and the younger Uchiha began to worry. "Aniki?" All he got was more silence.

"Itachi!"

"…Sorry. I just had a bad dream. Then I saw you and…I'm a bit in shock, I guess."

"In shock?" (Sasuke)

"What was it about?!" There was fear in Sasuke's eyes and he lifted his brother's head so that he could look at him. Itachi still averted his eyes. "It's nothing."

"Itachi, please just tell me." Sasuke's mind was racing with all kinds of possibilities. What could his brother have seen to put him in shock? He knew it had something to do with him but that didn't narrow it down much. Itachi knowing any truth would ruin everything!

Itachi thought to himself 'I can't. I can't tell him such a horrible dream….I mean, it meant nothing right?'

Flashback: Dream Version

Itachi returned home early from his mission. He was 12 and Sasuke was 6. 'What a quiet night.' He thought. The weather outside was so still, he hardly heard any life. He knew everyone was asleep - it was 2 am- , but he barely heard any snoring, or breathing.

He slipped into the house as silently as possible. He didn't need his father's temperament at such a late hour. However, as he went to his room, he only sensed his mother's chakra. 'Could father have noticed my arrival and hid his chakra to formulate some kind of surprise attack?'

He waited, but nothing happened. He decided he was being foolish and went to check on Sasuke, as he always did, in case he had any nightmares as he often did. Itachi was shocked to find that his brother wasn't in his perfectly made bed; he wasn't in the bathroom either.

Then it occurred to him. His father and his brother were missing. Had Fugaku absconded with his otouto? The very idea made his heart sink to his feet. Then he heard a noise. He went back to Sasuke's room and realized the door to the backyard was slightly open.

A surge of relief washed over him. 'How could I have been so foolish; it would be just like Sasuke to sneak out in the middle of the night to train, if he wasn't waiting up all night for me.' He hid his chakra in order to sneak up on his brother and make him go to bed.

He stopped when he saw Fugaku leave the old dojo and quickly head past his line of vision into the door by the lake into the house. 'What would he be doing in that old decadent dojo?' The dojo was so old, Fugaku considered it an antique keepsake. His father, grandfather, and great-grandfather had trained in it. However, it was so timeworn, it was deemed too dangerous for Itachi to enter. Instead, he had a new dojo built on the other side of the compound for training. If the dojo was so old it was dangerous, what was Fugaku doing in there?

Itachi decided he wanted to know. With his chakra now more expertly hidden, he snuck over to the dojo. He ignored the fact that his baby brother's room seemed to be in the perfect location for him to have an accident from being curious. (The lake and dojo)

The door was only slightly ajar, so he squeezed through. In the dim light from outside, Itachi could barely make out the room. It seemed that Fugaku kept training equipment there. 'A perfect place to hide weapons in the event of an attack.' He thought, admiring his father…for a second.

That is, until he saw movement. His body instantly tensed as he got into his battle stance. Whatever was in the corner moved again. This time, Itachi felt eyes on him. Of course it could see him, he was directly in front of the door, and the little moonlight that was let in illuminated him and left the rest of the room in the dark. He spotted an oil lamp and lit it with the match sitting next to it. What he saw froze him to the core in shock.

Sasuke was sitting in the corner, naked and covered in blood and gashes. He looked at Itachi with mixture of shock, relief, and something else he had never seen before. His eyes didn't even blink at the sudden assault of light. Then a large smile spread across his face. (:D)

He stood up and walked toward Itachi, moving was somewhat difficult, due to the cuts on his ankles; more blood seemed to be coming from his pelvis and backside, which were completely covered in blood. "Itachi." He whispered, still with the smile on his face.

Said boy bent down to his level, the first move he'd made since he turned on the light. His face still held the look of utter disbelief as his eyes gazed over the younger ones body. Sasuke wrapped his arms around his brother's neck and pressed his body as close as possible as he kissed him.

The wetness of the blood on his body brought Itachi back to reality; his first instinct was to hug his brother. By the time he realized he had been kissed, Sasuke whispered again. "Please Itachi." The elder of the two figured he meant he wanted his help; this only caused him to hug him tighter.

Sasuke reached into his aniki's pants, causing the other boy jump and look into his eyes. "I need you." He gripped his penis roughly. "I need you inside of me."

"What?" Itachi reached for Sasuke's hand in an attempt to pull it off, he couldn't, however; his brother was surprisingly strong and he only succeeded in making the grip tighter. The pain caused him to double over, his head resting on his brother's shoulder as he used him for support.

"Ah…Sasuke, that hur-"

"Do it, Itachi. If you do, Fugaku will be angry. He won't hate you; he'll hate me. Please, just a little. We must, before he comes back." Sasuke whispered before sucking violently on Itachi's neck. The elder couldn't believe what was happening. He was at his otouto's complete mercy. The pain was so great, he just kneeled there and let him do what he wanted.

Sasuke sensed his brother's body go limp and he loosened his grip, settling for slowly massaging the organ in his hands. Itachi's breathing was already harsh from the pain, but the pleasure calmed it down a bit. He decided to relax and catch his breath before pulling his brother off him, but he didn't get the chance.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Itachi's head shot up as he remembered where he was and who was behind him speaking in a dangerously low voice. "Father." Sasuke stopped his movement at the mention of his father, and instead, opted to wrap his arms around his aniki's neck. Together, they turned around halfway and stared; Sasuke defiant gaze and Itachi's shocked, fearful one.

Fugaku paid no attention to looks as his eldest son stood up and pulled the younger one off of him. Sasuke had no problem letting go, he even backed away a bit. "Father, I wish I could explain, but I don't know what happened before or when I got here."

"…" he was met with silence as his father stared at his brother. He looked back to see Sasuke's blank expression; questions started popping into his head. He turned back to Fugaku. "Father, why-"

SLAP

Itachi was hit so hard, he flew through what sounded and felt like chains and into the wall. He felt more confusion as he stared at the chains dangling from the ceiling. Through the chains he saw Fugaku kick Sasuke's face and his brother fall to the ground. He moved through the chains but stopped when his father spoke again.

"What...were you…DOING?" The question was directed at Sasuke, who sat up.

"What's expected of me." The answer earned him another kick to his face. Itachi was sure he saw more blood. "Father, stop!" He grabbed Fugaku before he kicked Sasuke again. The man was quick to turn and punch his son, who fell to the floor. While he lay on the ground, momentarily paralyzed by the pain in his head, he heard Sasuke speak, his voice sounding completely unharmed.

"He let me do it. He enjoyed it. UGH!" he was hit again. "You should hate him…Why-AHH!" Itachi was sure he heard a punch to what sounded like his stomach and the wind being knocked out of him. His voice was full of pain now. "Why don't you hate him like you hate me!? I'm-" he heard a crack and was finally able to sit up. Sasuke was lying on his side, blood coming out of his head; his face held no expression, his eye didn't even blink when blood washed over it.

"Sasuke?" An overwhelming sense of dread overcame Itachi as he tried to crawl toward his brother. 'No, no, no.' he thought 'Not again! It's been six years, this isn't supposed to happen!'

"Itachi," Fugaku stood between him and the boy. "Get up." He looked up at the man with a horrified countenance; he was sure he was shaking. When he didn't move, his father pulled him up and dragged him to his room. He looked back at his brother as the man closed the door.

Once in his room, Fugaku sat him down on his bed and stared at him; a nostalgic smile on his face. "Look at you; you look exactly as you did the day you took your first life." He grabbed the small mirror, which Itachi used to hide on himself during missions to distract enemies, out his drawer and showed him.

Itachi's eyes were wide, he was shaking, Sasuke's blood was on his face and his uniform; he never got to change. After deciding he couldn't look at himself any more, he turned away, prompting his father to put the mirror down. Fugaku sighed, and then spoke.

"Itachi. I get that you're a young man now; you have urges –which are common for boys your age- and you want to act on them; but Sasuke is not to be your outlet, understand? That boy will corrupt your mind and drive you off your path to a normal, happy life. We've had this conversation before…Are you listening?"

Itachi heard him loud and clear, but only one thing was on his mind. "Is he dead?"

"You didn't hear me did you? Forget about him; forget his existence."

"Is. He. Dead?" This time there was more force, not a sign he was angry, but that he was losing his will to speak.

Fugaku snorted, but gave him a soft smile. "No." he answered and watched his son relax slightly. "That one….doesn't die."

"What?" Itachi put both hands to his head; the room was swaying. "What's happening?" He looked around, then to Fugaku, who rested his hand on Itachi's knee; he gave him a sad smile. "What's happening to me?"

"Why son, you're falling asleep." Fugaku's Sharingan apparent.

"Wha-?" Everything went black.

When Itachi regained consciousness, it was late morning. He was in his night robe, not a speck of blood on neither him nor his neatly folded Anbu uniform. When he went to eat breakfast, which he discovered his mother his mother postponed for him, he saw Sasuke in his normal attire, not one wound, nor any sign of a new mental illness. The same dead stare, occasional glance and muteness he came to associate with his brother.

End Flashback

Sasuke stared at his brother's abstracted look. It was clear that he was replaying the dream in his head, what he was seeing, Sasuke couldn't quite figure out; all he knew was that it was horrifying. When Itachi was done, he looked back at his brother who stared at him expectantly.

"Well?" Sasuke insisted.

"Oh, I just…dreamt that I lost you." It was kind of the truth; Itachi's eyes showed that he was still holding back. "What else?"

"You know, you're a lot different now than you used to be."

"Itachi."

"…I thought…that you died." His solemn voice told Sasuke not to press any further. He caressed Itachi's head, who was still hugging his middle.

"It's OK." He whispered. "I'm still here…and I don't die."

Something about the way Sasuke said that made Itachi feel as though he knew the dream. 'But, that's impossible," he thought. "It was just a dream. And even if it wasn't, it was just the memory of a dream.'