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Recklessness
It wasn't very long when Sasuke found a weeping Sakura at the side of the road. People were starting to stare but none approach her. Her temper was well known around here and no one wants to get on her bad side.
"Sakura…" Sasuke whispered.
"Sasuke!" Sakura sobbed latching onto him, sobbing into his chest.
"Hey hey… what happen?" warm arms came to wrap over Sakura's trembling body.
Sakura shook her head. She messed up, she messed up big time. What was she going to do now?
She had never seen Itachi so furious before and it was scary. Itachi had right out ignored her cries and just hailed a cab and took off without even giving her a chance to make it up to him.
Why? Why did it have to be Itachi that is her fiancé and not Sasuke?
She love Sasuke…she love his feral nature, his teasing traits, his bad boy persona and perhaps among all, that heart of gold and tenderness that lives beneath all his swagger wild ways.
Itachi have always been so cold to her. Itachi never kissed her, never hold her, never tease her or showed her warmth, and yet that was supposed to be the man she was to be married to.
All Itachi ever did was brought her expensive gifts which she never needed!
He loathed him! He hated him from the very core!
How could you blame her for wanting affection from someone beside Itachi who had the affection the size of a teaspoon? Life isn't fair!
"Shh…calm down…" Sasuke soothed. His gaze softened. He needs to find Itachi...but first...
He couldn't believe Itachi would just leave her at the side of the road, weeping her eyes out.
If there is one thing he had never done, or will ever do...its to make a women cry. He may be a playboy, he may be a punk, a junkie and a thief even, but he would never forgive himself if he ever raise his hands to a women, or shout at her to the point of weeping. Its just not done! It's disgusting!
He hated man like that! He hated it when his father use to shout at his mother in front of him while she weeps! He loathed it to the very core!
Well, he guess at least Itachi didn't hit her or he swear he would beat the living light out of that man.
"I hate everything! I hate him!"
"Don't say that…"
"It's true!" Sakura sobbed.
"Shh…I'll talk to him…where is he?"
Sakura shook her head. She doesn't know. Itachi doesn't tell her anything!
How could they! How could they do this to him! It hurts! It hurts so much to know that the two people he had trusted would betray him. He wanted to forget! He wanted to never see them again!
He wished; he wished with every fiber of his body that he had not stumbled on that loving sight. He had though then that they looked lovely together…like they fit so perfectly, their bodies crafted, molded to hold one another.
Fuck it all!
Itachi gasped; his chest ached as he forced down the entire can of cold sake.
Fuck them!
With the last drop he crushed the can in his grip and hurled it as hard as he could across the pristine white bathroom, joining the other dozens of cans.
Fuck Sasuke! Fuck Sakura!
Itachi let his head rolled against the ivory wall behind him; an elbow rested over the white toilet seat, his shaky fingers came to come over his messy tresses. His suit lay in a crumbled heap somewhere in that room beyond the bathroom, his ivory shirt unbutton and his midnight locks a tangle mess.
The banging and shouting from his room door were deafening, his head were pounding but he ignored them. He could hear Sasuke shouting for him, threatening that he would knock down the blasted door.
Well, try if he can! He couldn't give a shit right this moment!
He didn't care anymore; he couldn't bring himself to care for anything!
Fuck the world! Fuck Sasori's worries and lectures and his distressed calls! Fuck Orochimaru and his fucking demands!
Fuck Sakura and her weeping apologetic calls!
He had smashed his blasted ringing cell to bits against the wall in his fits of anger when Madara had rung him up to ask where is he and he couldn't give a damn what Madara would think of that!
Itachi let his lashes rest for a moment as he let his head drop like dead weight against his palm. His fingers tightened, twisting against his tangled bangs, as he resisted the urge to scream in anger, in fury and rage.
Why! How could they!
Oh how many times had he asked that question tonight? How foolish he sounded. How stupid he must have looked in their eyes! He is a fool! A stupid fool!
No matter how hard he tried to please Sakura, in hope that she would love him, in hope that she would give him a chance...she would never and he had knew this. And like an idiot he tried harder and harder no matter if he feels for her or not.
The feeling would develop soon if given the chance, he is sure of it. And anyway, it didn't matter. Responsibility is responsibility!
He didn't want to be an irresponsible bastard like his father! No! He is a better man! He knows he is!
And Sasuke…
Abruptly he noticed that the banging had stopped. Sasuke had left him alone…
Immediately, Itachi tightened his jaws, tears threatening to fall at the thought; his chest ached, his fingers curled twisting his bangs and the other digging into the palm of his hand.
Damn! Isn't this what he wanted? To be left alone?
Sasuke…
At once, tears sprung at that damnable name. At once, his chest tightened as sorrow, grief and misery rose in him with a force that's almost beastly, it was as if a volcano, overflowing, pouring out of his very core in abandon and he couldn't hold it back.
Hot tears rolled.
Shit!
Itachi gasped, shaky fingers hurriedly swipe away the boiling tears that tumbled, a boulder growing in his throat.
"Don't cry…don't cry…" He tilted his head back to stop the treacherous tears; his chest tightened to fits of bursting.
Why is he even crying?
He couldn't think. He couldn't think of anything but the treacherous scene that kept playing over and over in his mind driving him to insanity! Driving him to madness and threatened to tear him apart!
His entire being felt numb, as he opened another can of sake with his clumsy fingers. His head throbbed as he gulped down more of that bitter liquid, his guts churned and heaved but he forced them down anyway.
Let him sleep. Let him forget.
His guts heaved, acid ripped up his throat as he spewed the bitter drink from his shaking lips. Cough chocked him, his guts churned and gurgled sickening him to the core.
He couldn't take it anymore.
He threw himself over the toilet bowl and threw up. His guts heaved, acid ripping through his abdomen and spearing up his burning throat as he threw his guts out. He coughed, his shaky fingers reached to hold his messy locks back.
Suddenly, foreign fingers came over to hold his messy tangled back for him, shocking him out of his skin. His heart almost leaped out of his throat along with the slimy mess he threw up.
He swept his burning gaze around, his vision spin and his guts churned violently.
Sasuke was smiling at him.
The hell!
His gurgling guts was not allowing him the pleasure of a little chit chat and the next moment he was hunch over the disgusting bowl again throwing his guts out, coughing his lungs out.
"It's alright" Sasuke whispered.
"Fuck you! Get out! Don't touch me!" Itachi screamed; his trembling lips parted in pant as his head throbbed in sickening agony, string of mucus, stained his mouth.
His stomach still churns and convulse, pushing more disgusting fluid up his tract.
God! When was the last time he threw up because he drank too much?
"Shh…shh…Its alright" Sasuke soothed, his free finger rubbing down Itachi's aching back, the other still holding the tangled locks.
Itachi coughed, gasping.
"You are going to be alright"
"I said fuck off! Fuck off! Sakura should be crying now! Just go back to her!"
"I'm here now alright...I'm not going anywhere…"
Sasuke voice was so gentle, it was so tender as if he cared, twisting Itachi's aching heart. Itachi let his lashes rest as he took in shuddering breathes.
Stop it! Please…! Please don't speak in that tone. Please don't act as if you cared!
It hurts….It hurts so much!
When…when oh when had he started to feel for this puppet he molds to trust him with all the intention to break to bits? When had it stopped being a puppet show and him the puppet master pulling the strings?
Christ! He is so messed up!
"Feel better?" Sasuke whispered.
"Don't touch me!" He reached up clumsily to turn the silver handle, flushing off the disgusting bubbly content of his guts.
"It's okay…come here" Sasuke soothed, an arm came around to wrap around Itachi's waist, the other caressing to lid over Itachi's chest, gently tugging and urging the older back into his warm embrace, between his legs.
Itachi panted, his head throbbed and his body felt weak and shaky as he fell of his buttocks, his burning back pressed against Sasuke's chest, his skull rested over the bony shoulder as Sasuke held him.
"Shh…" Sasuke reached over to take some tissue from the roll to wipe Itachi's lips, before uncapping a bottle of water he had brought for Itachi.
Itachi took it.
He isn't about to act stubborn now when he is feeling like crap! When he is feeling like he's about to throw up again anytime soon.
"You upset Sakura you know…"
"Why are you here…?" Itachi murmured.
He knew he should he shouting and cursing, he knew he should be punching and beating the living light out of this rat that was touching his fiancé, let alone speak her name…but he didn't. He couldn't find even an ounce of that strength in his sore burning body to pull away from this loving embrace he craved beyond anything tonight, let alone scream at Sasuke.
Enough…he didn't want to think of what he had just saw, he didn't want to question how long they had been together or anything that had happen just hours ago because he would surely go mad if he heard the answer.
He didn't want to know…he didn't need to know because it hurts too much!
He felt strangely numb now, his mind almost detached from his exhausted body as he lay there with Sasuke soothing him, holding him as if he is the most precious thing in the world. Or at least, his numb delusional mind was making him feel so.
This is the reality he crafts to ease his pain…this is the illusion he wants to see and so he sees it.
"I'm so sorry Itachi…I didn't mean the things I say…I didn't mean to humiliate you"
"Drop it…I don't want to hear…"
"Um"
Sasuke let his lashes rest, pressure building in his chest as he tightened his hold. His thunderstorm of emotion was racking in him; his guilt and his regret, mounting and roaring in him threatening to undo him. Itachi sounded so wretched and sad, and for the first time in so long…he regretted his actions.
Oh dear God! Please help him fix this!
And by the flames of hell what the fuck is going on with him! Why is he so emotional? Why? Why is there sadness instead of fear that Itachi would not help him look for Naruto anymore? Isn't that why he is here to fix the situation?
"Did you really break down the door…?" Itachi asked softly.
Sasuke smile bitterly, a hand trickle down Itachi's arms to lid over Itachi's bony wrist, thumb rubbing circles over the soft palm of that hand. He didn't know why, but all this felt so natural...
Itachi… It would have been much better if Itachi was cursing and screaming at him! Beating and kicking him! This quietness, Itachi's tender wretched voice was tearing him up worst than any tangible beating.
"I got the receptionist to open it up after all"
"What did you do…?"
"I told her you were seriously ill and if anything happen she would be in trouble"
Itachi snorted, shaking his aching head. "You liar"
"Itachi…"
"Ah…it's so quiet here…I like it this way…"
"…"
"I'm tired…" He whispered, turning his gaze slightly, he nuzzle against the crook of Sasuke's neck trying to find some less bony spot.
Sasuke heave a sigh, cradling the sweaty skull close to him as if it was the most natural thing to do.
"It's a pity you never brought me to the beach ne" Itachi muttered.
"Why particularly a beach?"
"Heh…not particularly…I just like quiet places…"
Sasuke tilted his head slightly to lie gently over the top of Itachi's head.
"Sasuke…I don't want to deal with you tomorrow when I wake up…I don't want to see you anytime soon either"
"..."
"I want you to leave after you put me in bed"
"Shh…just sleep…I know what to do"
"Um…" Itachi murmured but he did not close his eyes.
He didn't want to sleep…because he didn't want to wake from this illusion he wished to never end.
A little longer…just a little longer…
Deidara frowned in displeasure as the ivory door open to reveal that little rat.
"Ah you are here at last, I'm Sasuke" Sasuke muttered.
"Whatever whore" He hissed, pushing pass the boy into the dark room.
He couldn't care for formality or greetings. This escort actually had the guts to get the receptionist to ring him up at three in the blasted morning! All just because Itachi had a little too much to drink when he was out with this useless kid.
A little hangover and some vomiting spell aren't going to kill the idiot is it?
And since when is he some errand boy? And Sasori being smart for once had switched off his cell.
Deidara huffed striding over to the restless bundle in the middle of the bed. He frowned at the sleeping man.
Itachi seem fine if you ask him? Maybe a little smash but Itachi doesn't seem like he was about to die anytime soon or anywhere near as critical as the way Sasuke had been going on about it through the phone.
"What boy? He seems fine to me" Deidara growled turning towards Sasuke.
"He is now…but won't you get him home? I think he would rather wake up at home"
"Excuse me?" Deidara growled.
Sasuke shrugged. "I heard that Madara would be piss if his precious baby doesn't go ho-"
"It's 3.30 in the morning bitch! I really think Madara would have figured it out by now that Itachi isn't going home tonight!"
Sasuke frowned. He is glad that Deidara forgotten the fact that they had met before and bought his story that he is an escort, but he loathed being insulted like a whore.
"Well…I could always get the receptionist to call Madara and tell him that you refuse to tak-"
"Enough. I get it" Deidara gritted, his eyes narrowed.
He knows a threat when he hears one. Truly the nerve of this boy to threatened him. But he must admit; this kid plays his cards well. Anyway, he would rather Itachi gets in trouble than him.
It took about twenty minutes for Deidara to carry Itachi to the back seat of his BMW. It would have taken ten if he hadn't needed to go all the way down to the parking lot to move his BMW to the back door of the hotel.
Itachi looking like crap will not be a good sight at the hotel lobby. Besides, Itachi is the son of the man who owned this place. What would the workers think of Itachi if they saw him looking like shit?
"All done" Deidara huffed shutting the door when an all chilling audible click of metal he knew so well resonated through the entire silent alley.
He froze; his muscle tense in knots.
"Turn around" Sasuke whispered dangerously, the tone chilling him to the very bone marrow.
Sasuke's voice was no longer quiet and soft as it had been the entire time Deidara had carried Itachi to the car. No…now it was dripping and lace with a sort of dangerous feral intend.
"What are you doing?" He asked, his fingers inching towards his gun in his suit
"Turn around! And put your hands up where I can see them! Now!" Sasuke roared, shocking Deidara to a halt.
Shit!
Deidara took in a deep breath, slowly lifting his hands as he turned; his heart hammering as he saw a gun pointing right at his chest. Sasuke's entire feature was contorted in an almost feral hostility while Itachi's crumbled suit hung loosely of his other arm.
Damn it! Deidara wanted to curse.
He should have never let the kid hold Itachi's suit. The man kept his hand gun there!
Then again, who in hell would think that this runt was going to rob him?
"Take what you want…I'll give you money…all of it…just let me get it in the car" Deidara rasped.
"I'm not interested"
"…"
"Now…I want you to move away from the car"
At once, cold chilling fear stabbed Deidara at that very command. Like a burst of a flood gate, fear and horror poured.
Oh please! Please no! Anything but that! Did the kid intend to kidnap Itachi? Is this the boy's intention from the beginning?
"Boy…what are you doi-"
"Move! Now!"
"Don't do thi-"
"Don't test me!" Sasuke roared; his thumb reached to remove the safety of the gun with a loud metallic click as he lifted his gun higher. Now aiming at Deidara's skull.
Deidara tense, his jaws tightened; his mind racing. This is getting from bad to worst.
He has no doubt the kid would literally shoot him if he even gave the boy a reason to. When was the last time he had been held at gun point?
"Okay…calm down" Deidara took a step forward while Sasuke took a step back.
"Don't even think about it!" Sasuke spat, halting Deidara in his advance.
Oh, he knew these people are pretty good when it comes to physical combat, as Itachi had proven the first night he had robbed him. He'd make a mental note to stay out of Deidara's arms reach.
"Now bo-"
"One more step forward and I swear I will blow your head off"
"…"
"Go on give it a try you don't believe me" Sasuke hissed.
"Alright…" Deidara muttered stepping away from the car as Sasuke took a step closer with every step Deidara take, until Sasuke was at the car.
"Give me your cell" Sasuke growled.
"It's in the car"
"Good"
With that Sasuke slip into the driver's seat and the next moment he jams against the accelerator, taking off as fast as he could. He could see Deidara dashing up the stairs connected to the hotel's lobby from his mirror.
Damn!
He needs to get out of here fast! His mind was racing a thousand mile as he speed out of the dark alley. Adrenaline had been roaring in his veins for the pass 30 minutes if he may say so, his entire body shaking and trembling.
Oh shit! Sasuke gasped, his shaking fingers tightened over the leather steering.
He felt sick, he felt so sick he thought he was going to hurl as dozens of street lamps flew pass his windshield at a frightening speed. By the flames of hell what is he even doing!
"Sasuke…I don't want to deal with you tomorrow when I wake up…I don't want to see you tomorrow…or anytime soon…"
"..."
"Would you leave after you put me in bed?"
"Shh…just sleep…I know what to do"
Sasuke could hear Itachi's wretched voice at the back of his mind that shatters his heart to bits and he could hear his own tender voice whispering back as if a lover's vow. God...
What is wrong with him! Itachi said he didn't want to see him…and yet he…Christ!
He couldn't think straight! He couldn't even understand what in hell prompt him to do such a reckless thing as this!
It had seemed like a good idea back then when he had carried Itachi to the bed. Itachi had looked so wretched, looked so shagged and dejected that it rips him up. He had wanted so badly right then to make Itachi happy, he had wanted so badly to see Itachi's genuine smile again like that night when Itachi had slept beside him in that station and he had wanted so desperately to fix everything…
This is Itachi's fault anyway. He kept asking about the stupid beach!
"Enough Sasuke…It's obvious that Naruto is just your pathetic excuse of a reason because you fear to look deeper within yourself of see why you truly need him"
Shikamaru's mocking voice was deafening.
Just shut up!
Sasuke jams harder on the accelerator, tearing even faster.
Shikamaru is wrong. Shikamaru has to be wrong!
Look at him. He is doing this to keep Itachi happy so that Itachi would help him get Naruto back isn't he? That was the reason then when he had taken up Itachi's deal; that is the reason now why he kept clinging onto the man isn't it?
Naruto is still the reason.
So please stop confusing him! Stop questioning him! Stop putting doubts in his messed up mind because he cannot deal with it!
It scares him…it terrifies him too much…
Sasuke gritted his jaw, reaching blindly over to the passenger's seat for Deidara's cell and turns it off. He isn't about to be found anytime soon.
Oh dear God…help him...
Shikamaru shut the door hurriedly behind him as Temari came up towards him in her oversized shirt that went all the way to her mid thighs.
"Shika" She yawned sleepily.
"Come on baby we need to pack up now"
"What's going on?"
"We need to go" He muttered hurriedly, almost dashing towards his messy worktable to grab all the piles of papers sprawled all over the place.
"Shika? What's going on? What did Sasuke want?"
"To have GPS tracking and whatever satellite tracking taken off the damn car he stole" Shikamaru growled, opening his suitcase urgently he sweep all the mess of papers into it.
He'll sort them out later! There isn't time now.
"Temari baby…Sasuke have done some stupid things but this is probably the dumbest of all"
"Does it have something to do with Itachi?"
"Yes" he mumbled, hurriedly grabbing more documents and shoving them into his cramped bag as fast as he could.
"Why not just tell Sasuke that Itachi is dangerous? He'll lea-"
"Temari!" Shikamaru snapped, lifting his irritated gaze towards her, standing worriedly at the threshold of his workplace.
He heaved a sigh. It's so troublesome to explain things. But he guessed he did owe her one. He knew Temari loathed living in hiding, loathed it when he had to quit his last job and shift.
"Look…I tried to tell him. I told him Itachi cannot be trusted! I told him Itachi is dangerous! Sasuke just doesn't listen to anyone"
"But if you expl-"
"Yeah but it's a little too late for that now"
"…"
"Argh! That fool kidnapped Itachi! The son of a yakuza of all people you get it!"
"He what?"
"And I thought he couldn't be more screwed up than he already is! He amazes me sometimes!"
"…"
"Anyway…it would be good that Itachi is out of the picture for a little while"
"…"
"If he really has Naruto, his man should be pretty damn lost now that their leader just vanished, this could be our chance to find Naruto"
"You are so sure it's him?"
Shikamaru shrugged impatiently. "Look, Naruto is kidnap as a means to punish Sasuke because Sasuke did some really really stupid things…so don't you find it strange that Sasuke had not receive even a single letter for ransom or anything till now?"
"…"
"And what did you know…the only person that comes along demanding Sasuke do anything is Itachi…and he so happens to know everything there is to know about Naruto"
"You are just twisting everything to fit what you want"
"Maybe…but it still fits doesn't it?"
"You may also be seeing things that aren't actually there"
Shikamaru heaves a sigh. He is not having this conversation now. Time is ticking!
"Whatever… Come on… we need to go…when daddy dearest finds out, we are the first they would come after"
"How can you be sure?"
"We are the closest to a family or friend Sasuke has since Naruto is gone"
Temari lowered her gaze, her jaw tightened as she fought the tears that were welling. She doesn't want to run again…Did Shikamaru not know how scared she was the last time they had to go in hiding? Change their name every other week?
She felt like she was losing herself in those months! And when someone asked her name, she couldn't even answer them confidently, needing to remember who she was supposed to be in which neighborhood.
"Hey…"Shikamaru whispered gently, putting down his suitcase he moved closer to her.
"…"
"Temari…" His rough finger came to take her hand gently.
"I can't keep doing this…" she murmured.
"It's only for a little while this time I promise"
"How would Sasuke contact us if he ne-"
"I'm still contacting him, I have my ways…"
"…"
"Look…You don't have to worry about him…he is like a cockroach… in every sense of the word, he'll be fine"
He could feel his entire body trembling as he hugs his knees close to his chest. It's so cold…No…No…wake up! Wake up!
He knew this is a dream, he'd seen it before, and he'd had it before over and over again.
Wake up! Wake up!
Itachi let out a soft whimpered his fingers came to roughly wipe his tear stained features. It's always the same…It's always the same long dark corridor where he could see nothing, but he knew where he is.
It's his old house…
He is back there again, as a weak weeping child who his father despise because the sight of his slight European features were the reminder to him of his mother's mistake and treachery. And soon like every other time he could hear hard uneven footstep thudding closer and closer to him.
No..No…Not again…
His heart hammered, intense fear coming at him in torrent with every loud thud down the corridor.
He wanted to get out of here! He wanted to run but his legs wouldn't move!
His blood ran cold as he could see bulky silhouette of a man he knew was his father, a bottle in his hand.
"No…" He whimpered, shaking his head furiously.
No! No! Wake up! Wake up!
Be it a dream, be it a reality he could not run, be it a memory he could never forget, he never want to be back here again!
"You! Come here!" That familiar voice roared.
"Please! No! No!"
"You ungrateful child! Don't you dare defy me you hear!"
Itachi wept harder; tears were trickling down his dirty features, his thin frail body shaking terribly.
No! Please!
His father was going to beat him again.
Please! No! Wake up!
"Come here now!" The voice was deafening but Itachi couldn't move his bony trembling body.
"You little brat!" His father roared angrily, stomping towards him.
"No! Please!"
"Get up!" At once rough finger came to grab his little arm so forcefully it almost dislocated his bones.
Excruciating pain speared, fear beyond fear speared through his entire being. And the next moment, he opened his mouth and scream as loud as he could.
Stop it! No!
"Please! I'm sorry!" He shrieked, his heels digging against the wooden floor and he twisted his painful arm as hard as he could to get away.
The grip was of steel and it hurt so much as he was drag down the corridor.
"You ungrateful child! I cloth you! I feed you when I could have just thrown you out! Don't you dare disobey me!"
"I'm sorry! Please!"
"Itachi!"
"I beg you please! No! No! Don't hit me!"
"Itachi!"
"Please don't do this!"
Someone wake him please! Wake up! Wake up now! Please!
Abruptly something smacked him hard, jolting him awake at last from his stupor.
He was panting hard, his mind swirling in a jumble of mess and he was disoriented. He couldn't tell where he was, or what he was doing, he couldn't tell if he was still dreaming or if this is reality. His lids were so heavy they were drifting shut again, and loud buzzing was blaring in his head.
"Itachi? You alright?"
Someone was calling him. A voice he recognize but not fully.
"Hey! Hey look at me" soft hands came to tap his sweaty cheek urging him back into reality, urging him to wake up.
A faint glow of light was above him, and he realized that it was crowded and he was apparently lying behind some seats. What happen?
"Itachi, are you awake yet?" That voice whispered.
Itachi groaned, turning his heavy head slightly to see a familiar face staring down at him.
"Sasuke…?" He murmured.
"Yeah…you are alright…"
"Umm…I thought I say I don't want to see you…"
"Well….um…change your plan"
"Go home…"
"Um…" Sasuke shifted uneasily.
Itachi frowned, his mind starting to move a little. "What's going on?"
"Well, I…"
"…"
"Heh…see…err…"
"Sasuke…?" Itachi groaned; forcing his heavy arms to push himself up as Sasuke shifted back from the strangely narrow place.
He blinked as he saw Sasuke step out of a door? He blinked some more when he noticed there was nothing but blackness behind Sasuke's restless form.
What happen! Where is he?
At once, he swept his confused gaze hurriedly all about him, taking in the familiar sight of leather seats. His heart starting to race a little, adrenaline threatening to swell in his very veins as his blood started to chill when he realize he is in a car he knew was Deidara's.
Oh God! What happen when he was asleep? And why is he even in a car? Okay...calm down...
He noticed that Sasuke was getting a little twitchy, his fingers tugging his leather wrist band and he was looking everywhere but at him.
"Are...Are you going through withdrawals?" Itachi asked.
"No…I just took some and I took enough with us to last a while"
"With us?" Itachi frowned, confuse.
What does that suppose to mean?
"Sasuke…What is going on?"
"I think you should go back to sle-"
"Sasuke!"
"Alright! I…I'm giving you what you want"
"Which is?"
"I'm taking you somewhere quiet"
In an instant there was stunned silence between them where Sasuke was shifting restlessly, his fingers toying with the chains of his faded jeans and Itachi just sat there staring at him in utter disbelief.
"You should go back to sle-"
"What did you do?" Itachi muttered urgently, getting out of the car.
"Come on! Calm down!"
Itachi shoved pass Sasuke and swept his gaze about him. They were at the side of a road, thick bushes behind him. Oh Lord!
"Itachi…" Sasuke reached out to take Itachi's arms only to be knocked away.
"Don't touch me!" Itachi panted, combing his shaky fingers over his messy locks in rising panic.
Oh God! Where are they? He had smashed his phones to bits! And he has no clue where the hell he is!
"Itachi!" Sasuke shouted at him.
Itachi wasn't listening as he swept his frightened gaze around him in mounting alarm, trying to see any possible landmark. His heart was hammering, adrenaline pouring through his veins like wild fire. His blood ran cold and his chest was constricting.
Shit! He had never been away from Madara's territory before! Where the hell is this?
"Itachi! Calm down!"
Itachi dashed towards to the road.
"Itachi! This is a fucking highway!" Sasuke bellowed in irritation.
Damn it! Sasuke didn't expect Itachi to react this badly!
Itach's eyes were wild, his breathing hard and shallow as he swept his gaze frantically. There was nothing but rows of glowing street lamps in all directions.
Oh God! Oh God!
"Get a hold of yourself!" Sasuke ran up to him.
"Where are we?" Itachi panted hard and fast. He couldn't breathe; he could feel his tract constricting making every breath harder and harder. His lungs were starting to ache.
"Seriously! You need to calm down!"
"Where is this?"
"Cal-"
"Where are we Sasuke! Answer me dammit!" He screamed.
"We are standing in the middle of a bloody highway that's where alright!" Sasuke shouted back; annoyance swelling as his fingers reached forward again.
Why is Itachi acting like such a baby? What's his problem? It's not like they are strangers is it? They've known each other for over 2 months!
"St-Stay away!" Itachi gasped, coughed; stumbling back as his fingers clumsily reach to support himself against the streetlamp.
Shit!
His free fingers hurriedly attempt to reach for his inhaler in his inner suit pocket and it was then that he realize with a gut chilling horror that he hadn't had his coat with him.
Oh God! Please!
Itachi coughed, desperately drawing in air; his tract constricting more and more with his rising terror; his heart crashing so hard he could literally feel it in his throat.
"Itachi? Are you okay?" There was fearful urgency in that voice.
Itachi shook his head, gasping desperately for air, his chest ached, burns. Adrenaline roaring, his heart thundering.
"My coat! Wh-Where is it!"
"In the car!"
"Get it for me now!" Itachi shrieked.
Sasuke bolted.
Itachi coughed, his shaky fingers tighten over the metal pole, his knees felt weak and the next moment Sasuke was back with his suit. At once Itachi snatch the damnable fabric from Sasuke and took his inhaler.
It took two puffs and he could feel his tract relaxing again. Air poured into his hungry lungs chocking him. Fits of cough overtook him as he doubled over.
"Itachi you alright" Sasuke rasped urgently.
Itachi coughed, his knees buckled only to be caught by Sasuke.
"Le-Let go!"
"Itachi…Come on, you can't stay in the middle of the highway…" Sasuke urged; half supporting, half pulling Itachi to the side of the road before lowering Itachi to the ground, letting his back lay against the side of the car.
Itachi refused to look at him, he refused to say a word to him even as Sasuke carefully place Itachi's suit over that shaking shoulder for him and came down to sit beside him after he had turned off the engine.
"Itachi…" He called softly as Itachi turn his gaze to the side, not wanting to look at Sasuke.
Sasuke lowered his gaze and claps his own hands together to keep them from trembling. Itachi scare the hell out of him a moment ago.
What if Itachi didn't have his inhaler? He would have died! He almost killed Itachi with his recklessness!
He could see Itachi's trembling form from the corner of his eyes, he could see his heaving panting form that terrifies him. Sasuke didn't know how long they must have sat there on the side of the highway but he knew it must have been a couple of hours because the sky was starting to pale and the street lamp had switched themselves off.
It was Itachi who move first. Unexpectedly, Itachi's fingers came over to curl over Sasuke's leather wristband shocking Sasuke.
"Itachi…?"
"Why…? Why would you do this?"
Sasuke smile bitterly. Ah, if only he knew. "I guess I don't think too much…"
"…"
"Perhaps not the smartest way to live"
"I would say not"
"…"
"Isn't this Deidara's car?"
Sasuke turned his gaze towards Itachi by his side. Hazel bore into translucent hazel. He smile sheepishly.
"Yeah…"
"How?"
"I sort of rob him at gun point"
Itachi raise his brows, impressed.
"Impressive aye?" He teased.
"For you to rob a member of the yakuza…I would say very" Itachi smile softly.
Sasuke tensed at Itachi's words, his muscles twisted in knots. Who did he just rob?
"Wh-what?"
"Hn?"
"Yakuza?"
"Um…you didn't know?"
"Then you?"
"Me?"
"Yes! You! Why does he answer to you? And why is he so afraid of your otousan?"
"Because Madara is the head of the clan"
Sasuke blinked, his heart skipped a beat.
"Sasuke…?"
"A-And you are his son?" Sasuke was fighting not to shout now.
"The one and only"
Sasuke could feel a flood of fear drench his entire being as he let his lashes rest for a moment in utter disbelief at his rotten luck.
Oh God! God! What had he really done?
The phrase Itachi's daddy would kill him for taking his precious baby doesn't even sound like a figurative form of speech anymore.
Christ!
Now, for sure…he definitely cannot be caught or he is dead. Literally! Damn!
He heaves a sigh. Shit…No…He cannot do this now. He cannot think of this now. Forget it…He'll just think of it later…One step at the time. He just needs to get the hell away for now.
But what about Itachi?
"Enough Sasuke…It's obvious that Naruto is just your pathetic excuse of a reason because you fear to look deeper within yourself of see why you truly need him"
Shut up! There's nothing wrong to be a little concern for someone that is not himself! After all, he is on the run for this said someone.
"Sasuke…?"
"Le-Lets go back into the car. I'll drive us under some shade…We can rest there and continue the journey at night"
"…"
"You can eat too if you want…I bought us some food and drinks to last us a while"
"I need to go back. I have lots to do"
"…"
"About three weeks from now we are having an opening ceremony for this new business we bought ove-"
"Doll…that's three weeks away"
"…"
"We don't even know what is going to happen tomorrow"
"…"
"Why not just let things happen for once? Don't think, don't plan…just see where thing takes you"
"You are scared to go back aren't you?"
"A little" Sasuke admitted.
"What are you going to do when you are caught?"
Sasuke shrugged looking away. "Like I say, don't think, don't plan, just live in the present"
"I don't live like that"
"I know" Sasuke smile, turning back at Itachi.
"…"
"What say you live a reckless life for a little while um? Just do as you please…go anywhere you please and try not to get caught"
"Money?"
"Ever seen the movie 'Catch Me If You Can'?"
"…"
"I can't forge…but I can do enough…you don't have to do anything"
"Madara?"
Sasuke shrugged. "It's not like if I return you now; everything is going to be as it never happened is it?"
"..."
He snorted, "Thought so…"
"Sas-"
"If nothing is going to change, why not just do as I please? It can't get worst than it already is ne?" Sasuke smile.
Itachi turns away. It marvels him how Sasuke could stay so calm in his position.
Truth, he could never understand Sasuke recklessness. And ironically, it is this recklessness that had caught his eyes.
Just as he had seen it in him the first time, that wild spirit that could never be ensnare or caged, it is alive and roaring now. Unpredictable, untamed…. Now, when pushed to the edge with nothing to lose by life itself, this time, he knows, he would truly see the metamorphism of Sasuke feral beauty.
This is the Sasuke that had captivated him that night in his room; this is the Sasuke that had thrilled him with his wild abandon ways and held him with a gentleness he had never experience as he cried out in indescribable pleasure.
Sasuke, the man that made him feel perfect in his imperfection. The brat that had always held him on invisible leash of excitement and burning tenderness from the first time he met him, though he had never truly realized it until now.
"What do you say?" Sasuke asked.
"What about Naruto?"
Sasuke shook his head. "He never really needed me…Shikamaru is more than capable of getting him back"
"…"
"So? Would you come with me my lady?"
"I'm scared…"
Sasuke smile, his fingers reached up to gently cup Itachi's features, turning them to face him.
"So am I..."
Please review...Oh man is daddy dearest going to be very piss. ^^. Hope this chapter have been enjoyable.
(Itachi doesn't do very well when he is not in control of situatons...:P...while Sasuke just make things up as he goes along)