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I'd like to thank all you reviewers, i feel so special.
Sorry for being late updating..You see there was this talking cat and it told me i was a past princess reincarnated and was destined to fight evil monsters...
My inspiration for writing this chapter was a song called Prison Bitch, which is about a psychopath and his beloved bitch, it seems to fit the story, i wonder why?
And yes this song does exist.

Sasuke- The Innocent


Sasuke woke up from a wonderful dream about Naruto, quickly he jumped out bed, having no time for being half-asleep, he only had two moods, asleep and happily dreaming about Naruto, or awake and brooding in a im-a-tormented-bishounen-with-a-sad past sort of way. Quickly he checked his bed for any signs of his brother, who had on occasion sneaked into his bed when he was asleep to cuddle him.
Finding no one in his bed he went over to his closet to pick out his clothing for the day.
Although picking really wasn't the appropriate word, since his clothing selection was just row upon row of blue t-shirts and white shorts. Fashion after all got in the way of sulking stoically, although it was quite impossible to sulk stoically Sasuke somehow managed it.

After picking out his clothes he had a quick shower, making sure Itachi wasn't spying on him first, Itachi had also been known to do this.

Putting on his clothes he sat on the corner of his bed his chin is palm his forehead wrinkled in a classic pose of the tortured bishounen. He looked at himself in the mirror which covered the whole of a wall to check if his posture and expression was just right.

To Sasuke Brooding was a subtle art form of various poses and tiny facial movements that had taken years to perfect, and although it may have looked like all his poses were the same, they were all different and unique, and although it may have seemed like he had no facial expressions, if you looked close enough and hard enough you could see them. He had spent years perfecting his art, but yet had still never got it quite right, it was always imperfect and flawed. Sasuke was a perfectist, and if his arm was not bent in a perfect forty-five degree angle, or if his eyebrow was a little higher than it should have been, then he was very unhappy for the rest of the day. Not that he wasn't always unhappy, he was just more unhappy than usual.

If other people knew how much Sasuke pouted and angsted they may have called him self-absorbed because almost every thought that occurred to him seemed to either be about how unfair life was to him and how sad his past was, how agonising it was to have an unrequited love, or he thought about how difficult and tiring it was being an avenger. These melancholy thoughts filled his days leaving no time for a social life or training. It may have seemed slightly stupid that he didn't train, if he wanted to get strong and kill his brother. Sadly this had not occurred to him as he was always to busy thinking sad thoughts about Naruto, his parents or his brother to think about much else.

Ah Naruto, how he had invaded his thoughts, his love for the blonde had sneaked up on him like Itachi sometimes did when he was in the local hot springs.
How he dreamed of confessing his undying love for the blonde angel, Naruto was the sun to his moon, the light to his dark, the loud to his quiet.

He could picture it, they would run together in a field full of the sweet smells of spring in the air, the magic of love running through their veins. They would whisper sweet nothings in each others ears and run off into the sunset hand in hand to start a new life together. In their new life they would settle down to the simple life of cabbage farmers, and have many many children named Sasuke Jr, Sasuke the second, Sasuke the third, and Sasuke the fourth, which they would find in one of their many cabbage patches. Everyone would come from miles around to find their own babies, and perhaps if the cabbages weren't enough they could farm storks. How he longed for such a life.

But alas it was not to be, his fate was to be sad and alone for all eternity, he was stuck in a life of misery, a cold hearted ninja who was powerful, yet never powerful enough to kill the one person he wanted to.
His forehead wrinkled slightly as his thoughts turned back to how horrible his life was. He would be stuck here in this big a lonely house pining after his love, who would be out enjoying his life with someone who wasn't him.
Sadly, or perhaps thankfully, his angst-ridden thoughts were cut short as a voice from the doorway spoke.

Brother dear! I have prepared you a delicious breakfast made with all of my love! The voice purred sensually as Sasuke turned around and scowled.
Itachi smiled sexily at him as he put the plate full of food down in front of Sasuke before he slide up to the blue-haired boy before quickly hugging him from behind burying his head in Sasuke's back breathing in deeply enjoying the distinct smell of his little brother, well the distinct smell of the soap his little brother used. How you may ask did he know what Sasuke's soap smelled like? He had stolen it and put it in his shrine to his dear brother, which also included a lock of his hair, one of his t-shirts, a set of his underwear and other assorted things.

Sasuke did his best to push the older boy of him but had little luck, Itachi was after all very strong and very attached to him, he clung onto him like a limpet and just wouldn't let go.
Sasuke sighed in an exasperated way, he would have to eat what his older brother had prepared for him or he would have Itachi stuck to him for the rest of the day, and going to meet his team-mates and sensei with a S-class criminal hugging him fiercely was not something he wanted. Especially since it might give Naruto the wrong idea.

He quickly ate the food, which was thankfully not poisoned or worse, drugged. It was good for something his brother had cooked, his brother being pretty much useless at anything except killing and maiming and amorous advances.
It wasn't that he had ever fallen for them, no, he never had, not even the time Itachi had transformed into Naruto. Of course he hadn't gone on a date and kissed Itachi thinking it was his love.
No he would never fall for such a trick, he was too clever.

There i finished, are you happy now? You can let go, Sasuke got out through gritted teeth as his thoughts made him angry at his older brother. He was still very bitter about the whole incident.

Now why would i let go when i can do such interesting things in this position, His brother said smirking as he moved his hands into places where they should not have been.

I have to go meet my team-mates so please let go, Sasuke growled as he tried to push his older brothers hands away from his private areas, he had little luck, and blushed as his brother touched him in sensitive places, he was sure this was wrong in many ways but he didn't know why.

Sasuke, having no parents to give him the talk' was very very innocent in the ways of love, he still thought children came from places other than their mothers. He was sure it involved seeds, storks or cabbages but wasn't entirely sure.
Itachi pouted as he let go, he usually wouldn't have done this, but today he was in a very good mood, his devious and clever plan having at last succeeded.

This was unusual in two ways, one was that Itachi usually only had three moods; evil, evil bastard, and extremely evil bastard. And the second was that his plan had succeeded, Itachi had yet to have this happen to him mainly because his plans were either insane or just plain stupid.

Not that he would ever admit this, his massive ego would never allow that, and massive it was, it was bigger than Gaara's, it was one of the many things that came with being a murderous psychopath, the other beings; a craving for lots of killing, a strange way of the thinking and lots and lots and lots of hormones.

To Itachi and his enormous ego, his plans were always good, always clever and he was always sure they would succeed. His plans only failed because he had very bad luck.
But for once his plan hard worked, and a very good plan it was indeed.
You see, Itachi had written a book. A book on romance. He thought it would be useful for all the murderous psychopaths out their to know how to woo their loved ones. He thought he was being mysterious leaving out his beloved's name and that the mystery would make his book sell millions who would be dying to know who had stolen the beautiful and ever powerful murderers heart.

This however was not the case, the book had only sold one. But the one book that had been sold was bought by a fellow psychopath who was in love with his rival for Sasuke's affections.
This had been his plan all along, he had just planned it subconsciously.

And now with his rival in love out of the picture he had all the time in the world to make his beloved brother fall in love with him. Itachi for all his faults, was very patient, or perhaps it was his ego making him very sure he would get Sasuke, he was dark, mysterious and very handsome why wouldn't his beloved fall head over heels for him.

There were two very obvious reasons why he wouldn't fall in love with his older brother, one was that Sasuke was his brother and the other was that Sasuke hated him with every fibre of his soul for killing his entire clan, these points did not make it through to Itachi, who either didn't care or because he was more than few kunai's short of a kunai set.

Sasuke was shocked that Itachi had let go of his vice grip but wasn't about to give up such a good opportunity and quickly pulled his sandals on leaving the house at a fast pace, he was going to see his darling Naruto, he couldn't wait, inwardly he was almost happy, almost but not quite, for Sasuke was never happy. The only time he would ever be happy was with Naruto, his children and his cabbage farm and that would never happen. Quickly Sasuke's thoughts turned to more depressing things, as they always did, for Sasuke was a bishounen with dark past and a tormented soul.

Itachi after a couple of seconds followed discreetly behind his dear little brother, following him was second nature to him having done it for many years only stopped for the occasional massacre. It would have seemed like he was being inattentive if he stopped his stalking and having Sasuke thinking he didn't love him was such a horrid thought.




Next chapter will be the last, The date, perhaps an epilogue, which i've already done. I've run out of ideas, i might find some more lurking in my disturbing mind, you never know.