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Pain
Blood splattered, drenching Sasuke's ashen features, his silver locks dripped of red. Sasuke narrowed his cold crimson orbs maliciously; his tongue licked his lips seductively, savoring the taste of fresh blood that rolled down his ashen grey features.
Itachi's eyes widen in shock.
It was nothing like in movies where everything was moving in slow motion.
The adrenaline that was pumping through his veins made his brain work the faster, his sensed heightened, taking in vivid details. He saw the blood that splattered as Pein darted in front of him the moment the deadly talon sliced through his katana, he heard the terrible shrieked that ranged through his ears, he could feel the crack of bones and the ripping of muscles as sharp talon pierced through the strong chest and felt the body in front of him convulsed.
It was like a terrible dream as his mind took in everything. Everything around him was so surreal as though he was floating in a terrible illusion. It was as if he was looking through a crystal glass and he was behind them as the horrendous scene unfolds before him.
The blood shed…the destruction…everything was nothing more than a terrible nightmare.
"You could wait your turn…If you are so keen to die" Sasuke snarled.
Pein gasped, blood trickled from his lips as his right arm was forked across his chest like the Egyptian pharaoh. A humorless smile curled over his lips; he was glad that he had followed Itachi.
Itachi stood stunned behind him, his katana shook slightly; blood rolled down the perfection of his ivory features, his heart hammered in his chest as he stared into the eyes of the devil.
Pein winched, his free hand clutched uselessly against the talon that's protruding in front of his chest, slicing the palm of his hand.
Itachi could hear the hard wheezing of Pein punctured lungs as he struggled to draw in breath, drown in his own blood. He could hear the frantic beat of Pein's heart and the ripping of muscles and the shredding of connective tissue as the drowning lungs heaved for air.
Pein squeezed his eyes shut; his lips tremor in torment.
"Itachi…" Pein gasped.
"I've told you once Pein…that your gentle nature will get you killed" Sasuke sneered; taking a step forward, piercing his talon still deeper into heated flesh
A fit of coughed overcome Pein, blood spurted from his gasping lips, his diaphragm tore, the gaping wounds gushed of thick crimson, drenching his shirt. His lungs were on fire, his chest scourged in boiling oil as silver talon stabbed through his bones.
He didn't know how much blood he had lost but only too much that he was slipping in and out of consciousness.
With a sudden burst of clarity in Itachi's mind he could see Pein dropped by an inch and with a swift move he reached a hand over that lean waist, holding him up, preventing the lungs from being ripped.
"Itachi...just r-run…"
His head drop, the sweat sleek spiky ginger locks rested gentle over the katana that was stuck fast to the venomous talon, his breath in ragged irregular wheeze, his body tremor in anguish.
"J-just go…"
Sasuke smirked, taking another step, forcing the venomous silver talon deeper.
Pein whimpered; the venomous silver that enveloped the deadly talon was seeping through his torn flesh, devouring him from the inside, burning him, and boiling him.
Itachi hissed; his fangs lengthened, his crimson orbs swirled with malice as he held onto the fading body. The grip of his katana tightened till his knuckles were white, his fingers throbbed to prevent Sasuke from advancing; digging that wretched talons deeper into Pein.
"How long can you keep this up I wonder?" Sasuke smirked.
"Itachi…"
Itachi watched in horror as Pein writhed in agony, his blood ran cold at the fading voice. The amount blood that had poured out of Pein…
The pain and the torment that Pein was enduring…and the sacrifice of his life that Pein was presenting on a silver platter are all for his sake...
This nightmare…this atrocious nightmare that's playing before him was the repeat of that dreadful night…
It was the rerun of the night Shisui had died for him…
Every single drop of blood that had ever spilled was for his sake…
Always and forever…for his sake…
And what had he ever known to do when things go horribly wrong…?
What was the only thing he knows how to do…?
Nothing...Ceaselessly watching…
Eternally shutting himself from the pain that he could not accept…
Should this time be any difference? Could this time be any different?
The scent of death and fire chocked the cobalt firmament into a sea of grey.
The coldness of winter breeze brushed over pastel features, long obsidian locks fluttered trickling over thin lips.
Madara gazed indolently towards the fiery city, chocked with the atrocious scent of decaying corpse and blazing ruined; a sardonic smirked twist over his thin lips.
Closing his eyes he took in a deep breath dense with the aroma of the decease; his nostril dilates.
"He remembers now…finally" Slender fingers reached up to gentle brush the stray bangs lingering over his delicate features.
"Fugaku…time to face the very creature you have brutally force to existence…the very creature that hunts your every nightmare…and the very creature that's able shake your military defense to the very core"
Madara's eyelid fluttered open; his gaze directed towards the courtyard lined with platoons of soldiers, awaiting the tintinnabulation of dawn.
"Let him go…let his chest rip and we shall continue our game" Sasuke snarled in amusement, his silver fangs glimmered with streaks of red, his free hand weaved lustfully onto that sweat sleek spiky locks, stroking them tauntingly.
"Get your filthy hands of him!"
"Possessive are we?" Sasuke licked his lips, placing a taunting kiss over Pein's blood stained cheek.
"Don't touch him!" His lips pulled back in a snarl. A feral growl rippled from his throat; rage and cold power rolling of his being.
"Put him out of suffering Uchiha"
Itachi hissed, his gaze hardened, glaring into those dark crimson abyss before him; his mind racing.
He could see the dying glow that was Sasuke; he could see the hatred that swirled within and the loneliness that hid beneath the many façade of wickedness and hunger.
And was it possible…an intense aching need, a void that only he could fill.
Should he beg Sasuke for mercy or lose Pein for eternity?
Could his pride even allow him to such a lowly act of pleading?
Was it even possible that the Sasuke he had known was still there? Could he hear him?
"Sasuke…" Itachi forced himself to uncoil his slender fingers from the handle of his katana.
His hands shook as he reached up; his heart crashed against his ribs to the point that he thought it was going to burst out, blood pounded in his ears.
Sasuke narrowed his gaze.
"Sasuke…for me…please stop this madness…" Itachi rasped; his slender fingers shakily cup that bloodied features.
Sasuke halted; at that instant something of an electric shock sizzled through his skin from the very tip of those slender fingers. A shock wave of emotion he had never felt washed through him.
"Sasuke…" Itachi pleaded.
Sasuke's heart fluttered, at the intimacy of that voice; fire sheered through his skin at the compassion in that tone. He loved the way this vampire whispers his name, the melody of his voice caressing his name, turning them intriguingly sexy.
"For me…please…I'm begging you to stop…"
"…"
That voice…the tone that was pleading to him…it was clutching his spirit and like an invisible hand it was holding him. The darkness that stained his soul, the fire of malice that burnt through him was gradually slipping away.
"Sasuke…"
Sasuke squeeze shut his eyes, taking a step back he contract his talon, releasing Pein as an insurmountable sense of emotion that he had never felt encased him, cleansing his mind with a sense of awareness and regret.
"Stop this please…"
The tenderness in that tone, the love that was in that voice draped over his cold heart, burning it with heat of passion. A crushing wave of melancholy, shame and remorse bombarded him in every direction and soon it invades his soul and undermining his spirit.
"Look at me..." Itachi whispered, leaning forward he sealed his lustrous lips against cold darken ones.
Sasuke snapped his eyes open at the sweetness that touched his skin, at the tenderness he had never knew he could feel.
Itachi's dark crimson gaze was boring straight into his as he molded their lips together. The gaze so dark and possessive that Sasuke felt as if Itachi was caging the terrible beast in him, as if he was taking possession of his very soul, forcing compliance in every way.
Sasuke whimpered; his features contorted to what seemed like pain.
He wanted to look away, he wanted to back away. He wanted to just disappear and never look into that dark crimson again that was consuming every bit of him.
Sasuke retreated back, his strong arms pushing Itachi away; the only sane thing to do with his heart pounding and his body turning into a ball of molten fire.
Pain was throbbing through his skull; his body was burning as inner turmoil rushed through his very core.
Sasuke gasped his slender fingers clutched the messy silver bangs
"Itachi…" his body shook uncontrollably.
With a sudden burst of torment, the creature bounded itself so tightly to Sasuke that they were fuse as one, so tightly that Sasuke thought his bones were going to be crushed.
He gave a loud shrieked of agony; dropping to his knees, excruciating pain shot through every part of him; like melted plastic, his skin cringed, forming and shrinking in size.
Sasuke whimpered and pant, clutching his head tighter, his mind was disoriented and all that existed in his world were the thousands of blade lustrating every inch of him.
He writhed in agony… writhed in pain as his world darken till there was nothing left.
Blood trickled, rolling down the ivory walls, gushing trough his feet like flowing rivers. The features of dying demons flashing in front of him...
Sasuke's body felt powerful, his every scent heightened as he scanned the ruin around him, seeing objects with such clarity and detail.
Blood was every where, cascading down his features, staining his ashen grey hands soaking through his velvet locks. The scent of burning fume chocked him, the scent of decaying death engulfed him; thirst burning down his throat.
Sasuke tilted his head up, he gave a sniff.
He could taste the scent of death, he could test the scent of fear and he could taste the scent of a living treasure…
An injured Uchiha...
Sasuke smirked; his predatory impulse was spreading through his mind, staining him like a plague.
Turning his head slowly to the direction of the scent he could see a demon limping away, blood cascading down the perfection of that ivory features.
Sasuke narrowed his eyes maliciously, his superior vision zoning in on that pathetic demon…
An Uchiha…
Sasuke licked his lips in delight.
Who would have through his prey would be handed to him on a platter.
"You are mine!" Sasuke laughed; with a powerful beat of his wings he plunged towards his prey.
Sasuke could feel his fangs lengthened; his mind a thick red of lust.
He crashed down his prey, sinking his venomous fangs deep within those tempting neck; ripping through his veins, his muscles and the smooth creamy skin. The creature was yelling in pain, shrieking for mercy, shouting his name…begging him to stop as it trashed and twisted.
Sasuke laughed, hot blood cascade down his features, running through his slender fingers, pouring down his throat…
"Sasuke!"
Sasuke snapped his eyes open into the unforgiving darkness. Every inch of him was covered in icy sweat, the silken sea of blanket was twisted around his torso, his limbs his neck that he didn't know where it started of where it ends.
His obsidian locks in clots of sweat and tangles, his hands tremor as he was clutching so tightly to the ebony sheets that it was digging through his fingers. His breath came out as pants as his heart hammered against his chest.
He was so disoriented that he could not be positive if he was awake or not; the atrocious nightmares and screams swirled over the inside of his head like jumbles of confusing colors.
Taking a deep breath he shut his eyes for a moment before opening them again.
He could see low ebony curtains, layer after layers dangling around him. He could see a dim light radiating from the bottom of a fluttering thick ebony curtain at the other side of the chamber and hear angry voices just over them.
Sasuke took in deep breath, gazing mindlessly above him.
The dream…he had killed Itachi in that dream…It was so real…the scene was so real…
He could still hear Itachi shrieking his name; he could still see the agony that was printed over the ivory features as he tore him down…and the blood…
Sasuke's stomach gave a sickening lurched. Rolling over to the side of the bed he immediately clamped a shaky, sweat covered hand over his trembling lips, fighting down the urged to hurl.
He felt dizzy, he felt so sick and disgusted that he gave another involuntary heave; coughing, his stomach churned.
Sasuke shut his eyes tightly in concentration to everything around him but the violent twisting of his stomach, his other hand gripped tightly over ebony sheets beneath him, the coldness of the chamber biting through his skin.
At that moment there was a loud crashed and another vicious hiss.
Sasuke slowly open his eyes, turning towards the ebony curtain that draped the entryway to the other chamber.
By the God's where was he? What was going on?
"You could have ruined it all! You and your foolish emotions!" a voice spat.
"I brought him didn't I?"
"If that was the point, than I do not see the reason I should comply with your pathetic plea!"
"I…"
"I can see in your every thought that you wanted Sasuke dead! Well guess what…maybe that's how I feel about Itachi too"
"If y-you don't I'l-"
"You'll what?! Tell Fugaku?!"
"I…"
"Go ahead you would as good as tell him to put a death sentence on the both of you for making his nightmare a reality"
Sasuke squeezed his eyes shut through all the shouting; untangling himself he swung his legs over the bed. He was still disoriented but he had a feeling that all those yelling were somehow linked to him being here.
He groaned; his legs felt like lead as he trotter pass the many silken curtains, a hand clutching over his hammering skull.
Sasuke reached up, catching silken fabric between his fingers, pulling them gentle apart.
The two vampires halted in their action, both turning towards him in shock.
There was a moment of silence as Sasuke's slow working brain began to process the two familiar features.
"Pein…? Madara…?" Sasuke croaked in confusion.
Pein lowered his gaze, taking a step away from Madara that was halted in mid action ready to strike him.
"Sasuke…forgive me…Did the noise wake you?" Madara smiled, lowering his hand.
Sasuke shook his head.
"What's going on? Did something happen to Itachi?"
"Well…" Madara hesitated.
"Sasuke…Itachi is very ill…sprouting a fever over a hundred and te-"
"Who ask you?!" Madara spat angrily; pulling his hand back he backhanded the vampire.
Pein gave a startled yelp, and dropped to his knees, a hand pressed against his bleeding lips.
Sasuke gasped in shock as Madara brutally clutched the spiky locks, hauling them up, his fangs lengthened aggressively.
"Don't you dare insult him in such a foul manner! You had never respected him and now you dare beg for his aid?!"
Pein winched, the harsh voice striking him like a tangible punishment; his skull burnt with the viciousness of that grip.
Sasuke's eyes widen in surprise as Madara's words washed over him.
By the flames of hell, was Pein being beaten up because he was discourteous to him?
Why would anyone care if he was being ill treated?!
"He hadn't disrespect me in anyway…h-"
"You are too kind Sasuke"
"…"
"But he will be punish for his repulsive deeds towards you"
"I-"
"His actions are not disappointing but rather unacceptable!"
"…"
"Sasuke…"
"If you ask me…I think he had been punished enough…" Sasuke muttered.
He had no love for the vampire that indulge in a hobby of making a mess for him or trip him down flights of stairs in an attempt to get him hurt but he did not want to cause Pein any pain. He had known pain, he had known fear from his many masters and there is no demon in this world that could ever deserve them.
"You really are for too kind"
"Please…"
"If you insist" Madara gave a sigh, releasing Pein from his grip.
"…"
"Madara sama…" Pein whispered.
"Get out of my sight"
"…"
"Get out!"
Pein hurriedly stood up, backing away cautiously.
Sasuke waited until Pein had shut the door behind him and the hovering sense of violence slowly eased before breathing a deep sigh.
"Sasuke…"
Madara moved smoothly forward, halting only when he sense Sasuke tensed at his proximity.
"Sasuke…I apologize if he frightened you…"
"…"
"He wasn't the one that frightened me" Sasuke lowered his gaze.
"…"
"What happen to Itachi?"
"…"
"What did Pein want from me?"
"…"
"Madara?"
"What do you remember…from last night?"
"I…" Sasuke bit his lips.
His last memories were dark and murky as though he was looking at them from someone else's eyes, someone else's mind. The voices that he though had heard come out of his own lips were not his…a stranger…chanting in an odd language…
What did he do last night…?
Sasuke shut his eyes; his head throbbed as he willed himself to remember.
He could see vibrant colors radiating from his mind, making out shadows of demons he did not recognize; the hollow screams and the resonating crashes.
Was someone pleading him?
Flash of red burst from his mind as he dug in deeper. A blood curdling screams echoed and that voice…a voice so cold and so sinister that it chilled him to the very bone marrow.
He could just make out the outlines of demons scattered around him, he could just make out a grey ashen hand dripping of crimson….its voice echoing through the darkness of his memories.
The claw flexed…a man was begging for mercy, he was bleeding, he was suffering and Sasuke could hear the gurgles of his lungs as they drown in blood.
The pale feature that was staring at him…those ugly yellow orbs…Orochimaru…
He could feel his own lips moving, mounting anger bubbled as the pale features flew towards him…
"Die!" Sasuke's eyes flew open at the snarl that escaped his lips.
Sweat was trickling from his temple, his heart hammered; adrenaline pumping through his veins and a deep coldness was stabbing through his skin, his bones.
Sasuke panted; he could not draw breath, his hands shook, his body drenched in cold sweat as he gazed over at Madara.
"You remember now? You remember what you are?" Madara rasped.
Sasuke's took a step back in disbelief, shaking his head from side to side as the revelation of his horrendous deeds dawned upon him like a ton of bricks.
That sinister voice that had left his lips…
Those dreams he had…those faces he had seen…those demons that had pleaded to him in his nightmare…none of them were figments of his wildest imagination…
They were real…
Those were the demons he had mercilessly butchered for reasons he didn't even know…
"Sasuke…" Madara glided forward cautiously to the trembling teen.
"Why was Itachi ill?" Sasuke asked suddenly.
"…"
"Was it me?! Did I do something?!"
"Calm down"
"I…I killed those demons! I killed them all!" Sasuke clutched the front of his messy bangs in fear, taking a step back.
"You did nothing wrong" Madara whispered.
"How can you say that?!"
"You are just doing what you have been design to do"
"I-I don't understand"
"You are genetically engineered to kill! If anyone should be responsible it should be Fugaku!"
"What are you talking about?!"
"Fuagku never meant for you to survive the experiment and you did! Too bad for him!"
"Would you stop talking about this Fugaku?! It was my hands that had killed them all! Not his! Not his!" Sasuke shrieked; his breath came in short pants.
"Orochimaru deserve to die!"
"That's n-" Sasuke halted in his words; his glare directed straight at Madara suspiciously.
"Sasuke…?"
"H-How did you know about him? I never told you I killed him"
"I paid him t-"
"You hired him to rape me?!" Sasuke gritted, anger surging through his veins.
"I know he could never touch you…I wanted you to remember!"
"Remember what?! Remember that I am a monster?! Remember the demons I had killed?!"
"Sasuke please listen!"
"No! You listen! I want to know what Pein wanted from me! I want to know now because I know it was my fault!"
"Sasuke…"
"Either you tell me or I'll ask him myself!"
"…"
"Tell me!" Sasuke demanded.
"Pein he…"
"Tell me now!"
"Pein wanted your blood…he wanted the antidote that runs through your veins for the poison you injected into Itachi when you bit him" Madara muttered.
"Wh-what?"
"Like I said…every part of you were design to kill…if your victim didn't die of the bite, the poison would slowly but surely kill th-"
"And you just ask Pein to leave?! You ask him to leave so he could watch Itachi die?!"
"I couldn't care less of what happen to that bitch!"
"…" Sasuke hardened his glare; mounting anger surging through him at that wretched words.
"Sasuke…"
"I wish you burn in hell! I wish you rot in hell!" Sasuke spat, turning towards the door.
"Stop!" Madara hissed.
With a swift move he curled his slender fingers over Sasuke's pale wrist
"Let go!"
"I need you to listen!"With a hard yank he hauled Sasuke into a tight embrace.
"Let go of me!" Sasuke twisted and turn, struggling to pull away from that hard body.
"Why should you bleed for that bitch when his father wanted you dead?! Why should you save him?!" Madara growled.
"Fucking let me go!"
"No! I am never letting go! I gave you up once knowing I may never see you again but not anymore!"
"I had never met you! You fucking pervert!" Sasuke shrieked; his slender finger curled into a tight ball, slamming them hard onto that strong chest with enough force to kill had Madara not be vampire.
"Sasuke…."
"I don't know you! I do not remember you at all!"
Sasuke gave another hard shove breaking free. Stumbling back he darted for the door.
Just as he curled his slender fingers over the ornate knob, a melody so potent trickled over him that it halted his every action, making his heart pound making every thought slithered from his mind.
The tune echoed through the dark chamber, trickling through his soul. The soft tingle was clutching onto him…never letting go…
"Sasuke…" Madara croaked.
"…"
"Forgive me for being forceful…"
"…"
"You may not remember me…but do you remember this lullaby?"
"…"
"You used to loved it"
Sasuke slowly turned his head, gazing over the vampire.
Madara was standing over his desk, his head lowered, obsidian locks stirred the slightest, trickling over his ivory features.
"I never meant to hurt you" His slender finger gentle pushed an ornate music box to the edge of his mahogany desk.
Sasuke bit his lips; uncontrolled tears were cascading down his features; an indescribable sense of love was warming his heart, surmounting his spirit and enveloping his soul.
"Th-this…song…." Sasuke stammered.
"You used to listen to it as you sleep as a child…"
"I…h-ho-"
"You are my son…Sasuke…"
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