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WARNING! THIS FICTION CONTAINS BOYxBOY PAIRING AND INCEST. DON'T READ OR LEAVE NEGATIVE COMMENTS IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT I'M WARNING YOU NOW.
AN: Well after the last chapter, this one is going to be more fluff then umpf. Thank you so much for the reviews! You have no idea how truly overjoyed I am! Because of those reviews I've developed this into a full 7 or 8 chapter story. Reviews will always keep me going. So please enjoy this chapter! (Though this chapter is riddled with cheesy luff-ness. XD)
Chapter 3: Box of MemoriesHe felt like a child in the arms of his older brother, sweet memories pouring over his mind as new ones were slowly being made to replace the pain that had haunted him.
Itachi's fingers ran through Sasuke's hair in a soothing manner as his lips met the younger one's forehead, it was just like old times. Sasuke nuzzled Itachi's chest as he opened his eyes, waking up from the sleep he shared with his brother. "Mm…nii-san?"
"Yes, otouto?" Itachi looked down at Sasuke, almost as though his forced maturity had melted away Sasuke scooted up and gave Itachi a soft kiss on the cheek.
Itachi allowed himself a small smile as he slipped a hand down, tilting Sasuke's head back and giving Sasuke the first soft kiss since the ordeal started. The younger Uchiha shifted in the kiss, his eyes feeling heavy by the sudden passion that filled him. The kiss was broken after a few moments that felt like an eternity to them both; the feelings shared being woven together into something full of lust and need.
Sasuke sat up very slowly, his body still weak from the poison that had run through his blood stream. A hand came up and found itself holding Sasuke up. Itachi slipped his arm under the younger's legs and under his back, throwing the red silk sheet over his otouto.
"A hot bath will help the wounds and illness." Itachi's voice flowed into Sasuke's ear with such a softness it made him forget about the wounds and his dizziness. "Ok, nii-san…."
Itachi gave a slight nibble onto Sasuke's ear. "Keep quiet though…Deidara might steal you for an art reference."
Sasuke didn't quite understand but he did as told, knowing the Akatsuki mansion wasn't the safest place, outside of Itachi's room. A few strands of raven hair could be seen under the blanket, Itachi dawned a black silk robe as he took the mass to the awaiting bath.
A smooth voice came from behind Itachi. "What's that…yeah?"
A tall blond figure lurked out of the room next to Itachi's, an ocean blue eye looking inquisitively at the mass in the red sheet. A small metallic lens shown through the tresses of the long blond hair that covered one eye, focusing in on the spot.
Itachi looked over his shoulder; his sharingan shining in a bloody crimson manner, if there was one member in particular that annoyed him it was his neighbor, Deidara. Deep into the night he was subjected to the clay sculptor's arguments with the puppeteer, Sasori, about what true art is. Every night it ended the same way with the banging on the walls and the calls of "unn" or "yeah", Sasori's way of shutting Deidara up he supposed.
"Its just a doll…." Itachi's voice left him in the icy tone that he always used with his fellow man.
"A doll, unn!" Deidara sounded excited as he moved closer. "Let me see, unn! Dolls can be considered a fine art. That's what Sasori-sama says anyway…I still think a good explosion out does any doll." Deidara's voice faded as he muttered the last part.
Itachi took several steps forward with a slight tightening of his grip, squeezing one of Sasuke's wounds. The younger Uchiha by this time was dizzier then he was when he left the room, he suppressed the pained sound he wanted to make. Sasuke's eye peeked out as he performed a silent jutsu. 'Henge'
Deidara's hand reached over as Itachi sighed, letting him see the 'doll'. The mouth in Deidara's hand took hold of the sheet between its teeth and pulled it back.
There in Itachi's arms was what looked to be a doll of Sasuke, its eyes were dull and closed; facial features vulnerable and smooth with its skin being glossy and plastic. His hair was lighter and looked artificial hanging in his eyes.
Deidara was drawn in as he moved the hair of the doll. "Its…amazing, yeah. Beautiful, unn…" His azure eyes turned up to meet the crimson ones that glared so threateningly at him. "What are you going to do with it, yeah?"
Itachi covered the 'doll' and opened the door to the bath. "Cleaning it…" He stepped in and slammed the door behind him, locking it before Deidara could follow.
"Touchy today…yeah." He turned and wandered down the hall, after some more clay for his latest masterpiece.
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Sasuke dismissed the jutsu touching his face with a slight sigh, even if it was an illusion; the feeling of being plastic was almost sickening. Itachi leaned down and captured the lips of the shaken brother.
"Hmm…my doll indeed." His crimson sharingan faded slowly into the onyx eyes he was so used to. Sasuke nuzzled Itachi's shoulder and closed his eyes, holding the red sheet up, the sound of cascading water begging him to look at his surroundings.
The tub was large, big enough for several people. It looked more like a hot spring then a bath as the steam filled the room, making it hard to see. As the spiked haired boy's eyes cleared he could tell that it wasn't a tub at all, but an enclosed hot spring. It was, after all, Akatsuki, and only the best would suffice. Itachi took the cloth that covered Sasuke away and tossed it to the side, picking Sasuke up as though he were a small child
The younger Uchiha felt the nearly boiling water touch his skin as he gave a small gasp, Itachi let go as Sasuke found the water was rather deep, the rocks that lined the spring drifting farther away from him. A small sense of panic filled his senses as his recent dream came to mind. He desperately clung to Itachi with his eyes closing tight.
"N-Nii-san…help…help…nii-san…" His voice was haunted as he began to shake, his face paler then usual.
Itachi's eyebrows rose slightly at this sudden change. "What is wrong, otouto?" The older wrapped his arms around the younger's shoulders as he ran his fingers through the silky spikes.
Tears ran down Sasuke's cheeks as he hugged tightly to Itachi. "D-don't let me drown…don't kill me…please Aniki…"
A slight wave of guilt washed over Itachi. This was the product of his mental scaring, he knew he was good at it, but he didn't know he was this good. Itachi held tightly to his younger brother, leaning in and whispering into his ear. "Otouto…I'll protect you with my life if I need to. You're my happiness."
Sasuke held tightly to Itachi as hot tears ran down his cheeks and fell onto Itachi's chest. "Nii-san…" his voice was strangled by the emotions that gripped him at the time.
Itachi simply shook his head and leaned in, pushing Sasuke under the water with the force of the kiss.
Sasuke opened his eyes under the water to be met with one of the most beautiful sites he would ever see. Itachi's eyes were only about half closed as his raven locks feathered around him brushing against porcelain skin, eyes that deep color that drew Sasuke in so willingly. The light reflected off of Itachi perfectly as he deepened the kiss, a hand behind the younger one's neck.
Sasuke felt the passion being poured into the kiss, a fire that burned brighter then any other as he sunk into his brother's arms. Slowly being drawn back up to the surface of the water. Sasuke took a breath and slipped his fingers through Itachi's as their hands laced together, Sasuke's forehead leaning up against Itachi's forehead, both gazing into each other's eyes with such a passion, even the story of Romeo and Juliet couldn't match a love like this.
"Nii-san…I'll always live for you."
"I'd give my life for you, Otouto."
A small smile crossed Sasuke's face as he ran his fingers through the waterfall of black hair that ran down Itachi's back, even when it was wet it was softer then the finest cloth.
Itachi humored his brother; it was just like when Sasuke was little, how he'd play with the black strands and braid them, brush them. It was always a feeling he hated to admit that he enjoyed. He was a purring kitten in the hands of his younger brother.
Sasuke smiled and lightly licked the lower lip of his brother, slipping away and holding onto his hand. "I need to wash…"
Itachi gave a soft sigh and handed him the necessary things he needed to do so. Grabbing his own things Itachi began to scrub the substance though his hair, an odorless shampoo.
Sasuke however was displeased to find that the shampoo he was using was of a cherry scent. 'Great…now I'm going to smell like a girl.' He thought as he placed the gooey contents into his hands and began to lather it though his, now dulled, spiked hair.
The scent caught Itachi's nose as he came up from rinsing his hair under a small waterfall off to the side. He realized he'd given Sasuke Deidara's washing things. 'Great…now he's going to smell like an imbecile.' He thought this and shook his head, reaching for his conditioner and beginning that process.
Sasuke wandered up beside Itachi, sharing the waterfall that fell, pushing away the cherry scent and drowning it in the water. Sasuke only conditioned his bangs and the tips of his hair, rinsing it faster then Itachi did. 'Onto body wash…ugh, what horrible surprise awaits me here…' The younger Uchiha gave a sigh and took the washcloth, pouring the wash onto it and lathering.
The smell drifted to Itachi as he rinsed the conditioner out, this smell was deffinintly not of Deidara's. Vanilla lavender danced over Itachi's senses as he watched Sasuke trailing his arms over his body, drowning out the smell of cherry.
Sasuke didn't mind this scent as he often times used it on himself; it didn't take long for him to feel the strong arms of his brother around his waist. His eyes widen lightly as he felt Itachi's tongue running over his ear, leaning in and giving a soft bite to it, this made Sasuke putty in his lover's hands.
Itachi's kisses trailed down onto the younger's neck. "A-Aniki…let me rinse first."
"Hmm…this scent suits you." Itachi's whisper made Sasuke give a noticeable shiver as he slipped out from his brother's arms and under water, the scent washing away, and yet lingering on Sasuke.
With that the bath ended with Itachi pulling Sasuke out.
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After some quick maneuvering to get around Itachi's neighbors, the two were dressing in Itachi's room.
Sasuke wore some of his brothers clothing which fit him surprisingly well, though the black leather pants were a few inches longer then what he was used to, but he didn't mind. He'd never really worn fishnet before so the shirt was new to him.
He couldn't help but notice though Itachi's gaze at him. Sasuke looked like Itachi's pet the way he was dressed, his hair wettened down and the normal spikes he had seeming more like long tresses; truly a spitting image of his brother.
Something however caught Sasuke's eye as he was drawn to the necklace that adorned Itachi's neck. His fingers reached out and circled the rounded metals, each attached to a small silver chain.
"This is…" His voice left him in a whisper.
Itachi nodded slightly. "Hm…the gift you gave me for my 12th birthday. Heh, you were so happy to give it to me." Though, he couldn't help but remember the disappointment on Sasuke's face when he didn't wear it.
The younger Uchiha's slender fingers slipped under the necklace as he gripped it. "I remember it being a lot bigger in my palm. Why did you choose to wear it after you left?" He looked up at his brother as he felt Itachi's hand take hold of his.
"To remind me of the precious one I left behind."
Sasuke leaned his head down against the clutched fist of his brother and him.
Itachi pulled back and walked to a drawer off to the side, taking it out and setting it on the bed, inside were several pieces of paper and some little trinkets.
Sasuke sat down and took hold of one of the pieces of paper. On the paper was a red crayon drawing of just the two of them, it was childish and looked like a bunch of scribbles, but it was clear that it was precious to Itachi. He set it aside and picked up what appeared to be a yo-yo with the Uchiha family crest on it.
"God…I remember this…" Sasuke couldn't help but smirk. As a child he'd tried so hard to master the art of yo-yoing. He'd bring it up and down then try to do tricks. He recalled one time that it had slipped off his finger and hit Itachi right between the eyes. "I can't believe you didn't dodge it when it slipped."
Itachi rolled his eyes and messed his younger brother's hair, lying back against his pillow. "Hm, I was tired from a mission."
Sasuke leaned over and laid his head on his brother's chest. "That's always your excuse, nii-san."
Itachi couldn't help but smirk, just then he sounded just like he did as a child. "It was always the truth."
Sasuke looked up at Itachi and reached up his fingers nearing Itachi's forehead. Itachi, however, took hold of Sasuke fingers and turned them on himself. Using Sasuke's hand he poked Sasuke's forehead. "You can't use my technique against me foolish otouto."
Sasuke huffed. "You never taught me shuriken so its only right I get one."
"You didn't need to the way you flung that damn yoyo at my head." For once, Itachi laughed. It was almost haunting the way his voice could change so suddenly into a sound so pleasing it pulled him in. Sasuke leaned up and kissed him deeply, Itachi simply pushed Sasuke forward on the bed, slipping on top.
"Hm…remember, otouto. You're my doll." Sasuke looked up at Itachi as he spoke and nodded, licking his brother's lips.
A sudden knock came to Itachi's door, the smell of fish leaking in from underneath, a rough voice coming from the other side. "Itachi-sama, we've got a mission."
Itachi hung his head as he muttered. "Coming, Kisame…"
Sasuke laid back against the pillow, nuzzling himself in.
"Don't leave this room, and stay quiet. I'll be back later on, otouto." Itachi leaned down and kissed him deeply for a moment. After pulling back he grabbed the infamous cloak and his straw hat, leaving the room with the door locking.
"Yeah…just like old times…" Sasuke whispered as his eyes drifted closed, slipping into his memories as his fingers trailed over the wooden yoyo.
Ok Chapter 3. I hope you liked it. This one was more fluff and taking shots at Deidara. (I love Deidara so all the shots taken here are, just that, jokes.) Reviews are love and I promise a lot of suspense in the next chapter. Thank you for your time. (And sorry for the cheesiness.)