Disclaimer: If if have to put this hear on fanfiction sight no less it kinda defeats the object if i say they belong to me...but a girl can dream

Warning: Yaoi. childabuse (neglect, sexual and physical) Sasunaru future lemons!

A/n: can't believe i'm putting this up but what the heck. I got this idea from a line in a book my mom read to me, plot bunnies rule my otherwise unused brain T-T sorry i have no control over them. don't know where this is going but i'm having fun writing it.

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'I am broken, and have broken in return.

Now I wonder how much hurt can be visited upon before the universe takes action,

before some outside force decides that enough has been endured.' -John connolly the unquiet

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Prologue

The sun was setting, shedding its beautiful red rays less and less upon the streets below it. The street he was walking along was desolate, free of the busy day to day things he was used to, even at this hour he would still see people walking their dogs and drinking sodas talking animatedly about their day and what they were up to later that night. But this street was free of all that, no one, he suspected, dared to tread around these streets after dark for fear of being mugged or worse, only those who looked for the exchange of money for sex from some cracked up street hookers or those looking for their dealers so they could get their daily dose of speed would walk down this street long after the sun had gone down.

It was a nice street, he noted, or at least it had the potential to be. He knew it had once been a great street people had flocked in from all over Japan to live here and visit the monument at the end that now served as a canvas for juvenile graffiti artists and a signature for some of the more experienced and highly respected in their own rights dealers. It was a shame to watch a place so beautiful become…this.

The temperature had dropped since he had left the office after a argument with his colleague and the bastard he was ashamed to call his brother, the skies were a dark shade of grey a sign it would be raining soon and that he should probably hurry if he was going to get home before he was drenched head to toe. But then again he didn't much mind the rain, it calmed him and that was what he needed right now, to be calm. Not because he was worried or frightened even in a place like this he wasn't afraid, it wasn't in his nature to be afraid but to be feared even by the people who worked under and with him. He knew he would never be seen as prey to the men who waited in the darkest part of the city, waiting and ready for anyone stupid enough to step foot in their territory as a means of a shortcut. His family name was that akin to royalty, attacking him would be, in retrospect, committing suicide.

He needed to be calm for one reason and one reason only. To best his brother. He needed to be calm so he could show his brother he hadn't gotten under his skin, he knew, that his sadist brother got off by getting under his skin, irritating him and humiliating him. So he had to show him, he had to show the world, he wasn't just Uchiha Itachi's younger brother, he needed to show that bastard he was his own man and stronger then him, better in all aspects of life. That's what he strived for. That is what he lived for.

Uchiha Sasuke came second to no one.

Every action he'd taken, every decision he'd made, every road he'd followed was all to best his brother and gain the respect of his father. A different respect form what he had gained…

He took another right as he reached another corner and began down another road that had become what he could only describe as a battle ground. The road was no more a road then a cat was a mouse, raised tar, mud and grit was all that was left, the sidewalk was in better condition but still by no means good showing just how long anyone had lived and attended to this street. Homeless men littered the sides of buildings and in the porches of old rundown houses that had been borded up due to health and safety officers deeming them unfit for a rat to live in.

He knew this street, knew it because he not only had once a long time ago lived on this street when his mother was alive but because he owned its land. It was what his brother dubbed as sentimental stupidity but it to him was much more then that. It was a constant reminder of where he'd come from and what he had to do to keep from coming back, it was for the memory of his mother and for the memory of his lost childhood after she died. It was pride that made him by the houses, the street and the land.

Pride for what he'd become and what he'd achieved with what little he had.

The beginnings of a downpour hit his face and clothes as he continued on his leisurely stroll, ignoring all life around him and glaring at the dodgy salesmen and hookers brave enough to approach him. They weren't many, but they annoyed him. He didn't come here for their merchandise he was certain had either been stolen or fallen out of the back of a lorry. He didn't come here to seek out any of the apparently many services the hooker's offered him nor was he the least bit interested in the woman who approached him.

He was used to unwanted attention, he'd admit that, but that didn't mean he had to like it and be friendly to the people who spoke to him. He wasn't a social person, aloof and isolated his many child psychologists' dubbed him up until the age of 18 were he was legally an adult and no longer had to abide to his fathers 'help'. He was what they called asocial.

So he liked being alone, was that such a crime? Well apparently it was. His damned brother had always thought of him as a guinea pig, trying to get him a steady girlfriend or someone to take away his apparent 'sexual frustration' and forever forcing him to 'mingle' with high society idiots at extravagant parties.

Sasuke hated it.

Itachi liked meddling with his personal affairs; it was what he'd dubbed as his hobby, forever trying to get him a unwanted sex life with some blonde bimbo he'd randomly picked out of the 'Sasuke Uchiha fan club' and forcing out of the house was all a part of their daily ritual.

He growled when something tugged at his expensive freshly pressed pants. He turned sharply on his heel, fist raised. Fully intending to strike whoever had dared touch him. His body froze and became limp as his darks eyes feel on a small shivering form bowing on hands and knees at his feet. He raised a delicate eyebrow.

The boy (or at least he presumed he was a boy because of his short stature and lithe body he wasn't sure) had to be at least 12 – 13, dirt clung to the small boys hair making it hard for him to be certain of it's natural colour, his hands were tanned and strong despite how undernourished the boy looked. His fingers were chubby, making Sasuke question his earlier assumption of the boy's age; his nails over grown and discoloured, his clothes, he guessed, were once orange and fitted now however they looked far to small for his body, tears and blood stains were constant over the back of the boys shirt and trousers. Sasuke scowled and turned to leave the small boy only to be stopped by a small almost inaudible voice behind him.

"Please" he whispered, tears forming and falling down his cheeks hidden by the harsh rain drops, "please mis…mister" he breathed, losing consciousness.

Sasuke stared down at the young boy, numb, his whole body felt numb even as the light drizzle of rain became a hard shower and stung every inch of his exposed skin. He sighed and dropped to his knees. He quickly tore of his over coat and wrapped the small boy up in it before lifting him up into his arms and cradled him. The small boy sighed contently and snuggled unconsciously closer to his welcoming heat.

As he got back to his feet he growled and fished out his cell phone from his jacket pocket, dialling the necessary numbers he held the device to his ear and waited.

"uchi-"

"I need a car now!" he growled as the maid on the receiver started stuttering out nonsense, "Yondaime street and if you want to keep your job don't keep me waiting" he hissed through clenched teeth before shutting his phone and pocketing it.

He looked down at the small boy in his arms and studied his facial features since he didn't have a chance before. His face was thin, more evidence that he probably hadn't eaten in quite a while, his eyebrows and eyelashes were – just like his hair- to dirty to tell what colour they were. His face showed no signs of abuse apart from the light bruise that had already begun to fade on the boy's forehead. Sasuke moved the boy closers to his face (his vision had started to become blurry from the rain) the boy had three scars on each cheek, each scar an exact mirror image of the one opposite. No mere accident could have made such precise scars, he thought, but shrugged it off as his black Mercedes pulled up in front of him his driver, who name escapes him, dived out of the driver seat and up to him pulling an umbrella over is head. He scowled and pushed the man away as he made his way towards the backseat and into his car shortly followed by the driver.

As they began the long car trip back to the Uchiha estate Sasuke looked back down at the sleeping boy in his arms and scowled.

Itachi's going to have a field day when he got back.

TBC...