Sorry for not having updated in awhile, marching band competition session started up along with school, junior year. Anyway here's the next chapter it's kinda long not the longest thought but enjoy.

Disclaimer:…still in place

"His beloved, now who the hell could that be. I doubt you can hold anyone close to your heart if you killed the people who gave you life? Don't you feel any regret?" asked Sasuke after the explanation he got from Sieto. Now this information just made everything worse, it just kept getting even more confusion and Sasuke just wanted it to fucken stop already. That emotion was the same for everyone else in the room; even Sieto, the one who told Itachi what to do, was the guidance of the teenager at the time, didn't know and would never understand, the real reasons, why Itachi did what he told him.

"None." Was Itachi's one word response to the question Sasuke asked which help more importance that either realized.

"Aren't you sad, don't you miss them at all?"

"None what-so-ever."

"Don't you even wish that you could have a second chance and not kill them?"

"….I do not wish for that. If I could I would do it again."

That was it, Sasuke was no longer able to contain his anger, to tell the truth he was surprised he had suppressed it for this long, but this was the end of it. Rearing back his hand, Sasuke threw it forward as a face punch and it hit its target dead on, causing Itachi to stumble in surprise but only a little.

"You fucken douche, I hate you!" the younger raven yelled, his voice echoing throughout the now still warehouse, not one sound or movement was happening at the moment.

Itachi only stared at the other, a warm trail of blood flowing from the corner of Itachi's mouth. "I'm not looking to find out what you think about me."

Gritting his teeth together, Sasuke let a frustrated scream rip from his throat as he attempted to punch Itachi again only this time his punch was caught and his arm thrown back to his side.

"Let me finish talking before you decide if you want to kill me or not." Itachi scolded.

"Thanks for the offer, but I think I'll pass." Sasuke joked bitterly as his fist clenched, already getting ready for another punch, but before Sasuke could retaliate with his own, Itachi's knuckled connected with his own jaw.

"I'm not giving you a chose. I don't care what you think of me after. I just believe that you have a right to know my own reasons." Itachi answered.

"Well you better tell them fast or you'll never be able to ever again."

"Like I said, he did it for his beloved." Sieto interrupted once again, now becoming the center of attention for all the pairs of eyes in the room.

"Shut-up, I don't need your help in explaining it, you just have to keep your promise." Itachi spit back harshly.

Sieto smiled, a sick twisted smile –if it could even be considered a smile?- at Itachi, his eyes going up into slits. He looked exactly like a wolf ready to bite down into the neck of his prey. "Don't worry, just get me a couple more bodies and it will be all nice and happy good again."

"What the hell do you need bodies for?" Just how many people have you killed already?" Sasuke asked.

"That's none of your concern."

"How many!?" Sasuke demanded. He wouldn't back down until he got an answer of how much of a murder his brother was.

Itachi remained silent, that's what he always did when he didn't want to answer a question. That's what every human did.

"So now you decide to become a mute…have some fucking courage and tell me!" Sasuke yelled, sounding like a father teaching a child right and wrong to a certain degree. "You said earlier I have a right o know right?"

"Close to a couple dozen now." The older raven replied lowly, sounding ashamed yet he held his brother's gaze steadily and without blinking.

Sasuke gritted his teeth once again and clenched his fist tightly in anger, his hands beginning to shake from the force, yet he remained silent and motionless for the most part. He has nothing to say but he did know that now he had the intent to kill, to make Itachi pay for the crimes he committed against his own family and the families of others.

"A couple dozen huh…" Naruto repeated lowly as if an echo, it was a shock to him. Not even Sieto seemed capable of killing that many people, though Naruto didn't put it past the bastard to at least think it.

Itachi only nodded, confirming what Naruto had re-asked. "Maybe more,"

"What do you mean more?" Sasuke asked, his nails digging into the pale flesh of the inside of his hand.

"Mother and father were the most recent of my killings, before that….the murders happened for a couple of years."

"And you never got caught?" Naruto asked, dumbfounded that someone was capable of accomplishing something like that.

"It was for him, so if it meant that I could get him back then I will do anything." Itachi explained for all to hear.

"I still don't understand who this person is or why the hell killing other people will help you be with them!" Sasuke asked his throat beginning to feel sore, not used to talking so much or so loud in one day.

Once again Itachi remained silent with a level stare at his younger brother.

"I can explain all of this." Sieto suddenly spoke up; that one sentence causing everyone's eyes to move to his smiling face, two glares and two shocked eyes.

"I told you already just stay out of this!" Itachi hissed and for once since this whole ordeal began, Sasuke finally agreed with the older teen. Thinking that it was too soon to hear that man's voice scratch his ear drums with stories.

"Don't I have a right to say some things, I am apart of all this."

"Apart, I think you're more of the center surrounding all of this twisted mess." Sasuke scoffed and wasn't surprised when he saw the corner of Sieto's pale lips turn up slightly.

"Exactly so doesn't that mean I have a right to tell some of this story line that's lead up to all of this?" Sieto asked, actually ignoring the main focus of his desire just for this. He believed Sasuke needed to know what his brother was up to and all Itachi kept doing was beating around a dead bush.

"So…" Sasuke started but was cut off by Sieto beginning the story.

"As I've said before he did it for the one he loves more then himself. A poor boy cursed even before he was born due to his family history. The effects he didn't even know about till he passed the age of thirteen. You may not believe in myths, fairytales or anything superstitious but believe you and me, this story definitely falls into that category." Sieto began, acting like this story was written in a children's book and he was reading it to a skeptical class.

boy 7 years old

The door to his room shut closed and echoed in the silence it did that everyday at the same time, it never changed. The boy's confusion and sadness never changing either.

Each time he was locked inside his blank room, he wondered why he constantly saw kids of his own age running around outside in their yards, riding their bicycles, or just hanging with their friends and yet he was left inside alone.

Friends, that's one thing he was the only kid his age lacking in. He had no friends, but he was friendly and kind, at least he thought so. The type that everyone could get a long with yet no one was his friend. He wanted one desperately.

The boy had many theories as to the reason why, yet the boy was so naive that he failed to notice the real reason even though it was so clear. Sure enough though he would figure it out when he was older.

boy 12 years old

The boy sighed and hung his head limply after looking at himself in the mirror. Today was his first day of eight grade and still, after 5 more years of his life, he hadn't made a single friend at all. He knew this year was probably no different so he decided to give up, he didn't care anymore, was that a bad thing?

Bringing his head back to looking straight ahead in the mirror he looked at his oddly colored scarlet eyes and white hair. Over the years he learned that not many people contained the same physical traits as he did. That's what he thought made people stay away from him the most. They were odd colors for a human to have, and they contrasted greatly with his pale skin making him stick out even more. He was unique and different from everyone else and they all saw that.

Leaving his room he went downstairs not surprised when the boy's parents were nowhere to be found. It was always like that, he only ever saw them during night before they left for work, meaning that during the day all they ever did was sleep. They did however higher nannies and such to see him off so he never questioned it or was angry about it. He was at first but now…he just didn't care.

"I'm leaving" he called to whoever was working at the house now, he lost track after the fifteenth one.

Maybe he's just given up on a lot of things.

He arrived at school at his usual time, eight fifteen. His school didn't start till nine so he was always early. Usually spending time in the library reading books on whatever there was. He was just curious about the life he didn't really have.

Right after school he had to go straight home and stay there due to his parents orders and the maid's were to enforce them heavily. After a few attempts at escaping and the consequences that followed those attempts, he no longer tried.

Arriving at the library he was surprised to find that someone was already there. This startled the white haired boy, usually he was along. Oh well, the black-haired man seemed to be entranced in whatever he was reading to notice the other but he didn't mind. If he did then the white-haired boy would feel awkward and with his lack of friends he didn't know quite well how to deal with those situations. He actually didn't even really know how to talk to others. He knew nothing about being social, was that bad?

Hopefully this person in the library would ignore him, thought he wasn't quite sure why he was wishing for that, He probably should be wishing for the opposite. He guessed it was just the fear of rejection setting in.

Walking silently to a random book self, he took a random book off the self and walked to the farthest table in the room which also happened to be the farthest table form the other man in the room.

Flipping open the cover of the book, he turned to the first page and began to read even though he didn't even read the cover. The white-haired boy didn't really care; reading was just something he did to pass the time. Any book with pages and words would suffice his need.

Half way through the third page he felt a pair of eyes on him, the new unwanted attention instantly bringing shivers to his spin yet he didn't know why. Sure the boy had received many stares, glares and any kind of look imaginable yet none of those affected him like this one.

After a couple of seconds, the eyes left him and he never felt the, return but he knew that the other boy was the only one from which the stare could have originated from, considering that he was the only one in the library besides himself.

He was curious as to why he received such a stare and for once in his life; he felt the courage to ask. But that courage was quickly crushed with the thought that the white-haired boy had never seen the other before entered his mind. So he did what he did with all these type of incidents, he gave up and ignored them; pushing them to the back of him mind. Keeping confined to himself and continued reading the book inn which he found out contained ancient Japanese folk-lore and myths.

The scarlet-eyes boy's day was the same as always what a surprise. He excited the school building with no-one; he made it a policy of his to be the first and last one to and out of school. It just meant less time he had to stay confined and bored in his room. Thought today he did not check out a plethora of books to entertain him for a little while but no for long, he read fast.

Actually knowing the titles of the books he checked out this time, he wandered what one he would start reading first. But those thoughts ended when his head met the back of someone else's back, hard.

Sure if he didn't have good balance he would have fallen down but he didn't. Regaining his balance was easy the hard part was apologizing to the person who once saw who he was they would hate the boy for sure. And of course he's get a bitter reply to which he didn't want. So of course he did what he was good at, he ran away quickly.

As he ran he felt the shiver run down his spine once again and he knew know who it was he had bumped into.

"I'm home!" he cried as he passed through the door.

"Welcome back!" a female voice called back, a new one from this morning, that was no surprise once again. They only kept one maid for no more then a week; though that wasn't his decision but his parents. Once again though he never saw them for a long enough time to ask important questions like those; that often made him wonder if that meant that he was deprived in certain aspects of life?

"How was school?" She asked but she kept her gaze away from the boy. He didn't mind thought, all the maids did that. No doubt by the order's of his parents, the reason behind that though was a mystery that once again he was unable to ask questions about to solve.

Instead of giving a voiced response, he simply nodded his head even though the lady was unable to see.

After a few minutes of awkward silence the maid spoke again, still not looking at the other occupant in the room. "Could you be a dear and quickly run out to get the mail and then come straight back in and up to your room. Parent's orders."

Without verbally answering again he turned around and opened the front door before walking out and shutting it. Of course he walked slowly to the mailbox; cursing that their driveway wasn't one of those super long ones. But the slower he walked meant the less time he had to spend locked in his room so he's take every second he could get. Though it made him wander, why wasn't he used to the captivity yet?

Sighing in sadness when he finally reached their grey and blue mailbox he went to receive the content inside it when a sudden jolt down his spine made him halt and groan. His lick sucked, three times in one day. Glancing up quickly he noticed that the raven-haired boy from earlier was just down the street, maybe only three or four houses away yet the scarlet-eyes boy could still feel his hot gaze on him thus causing his eyes to dart back to the mail box. For once he thanked his sharpened instincts, the distance just far enough for him to escape back to the house even if the other decided to run.

"You're the one who bumped into be correct." It wasn't even a question then it was more like a statement that didn't really matter to the boy. He just wanted to get clarification to something he already knew. He was already standing two feet away from him and he hadn't even grabbed the mail yet, did he space out?

"Uh…….hum….." was all he could get out for he was overdosed on shock at the moment. He wasn't sure thought what to be more surprised about though, the fact that the other was even speaking to him or the fact that he had managed to get by three houses in a matter of five seconds.

The other boy just raised a delicate eyebrow at the other's sentence, if it could be classified as that. "That didn't sound much like apology."

"……..uyeeh…." So that's what he wanted he wanted an apology but he'd never really spoken to anyone his age, well more like around his age in years. How did vocal chords and breathing work again, he'd forgotten.

"Hey are you okay, you're pretty pale?" the other asked in the same bored and it-really-doesn't-matter-to-me-i-don't-care-but-what-the-hell-i'll-ask-anyway voice.

Gulping air in he reached quickly for the mail and ran back into the house leaving the other half-deaf from his scream of "I'm sorry" two seconds earlier.

Reaching the door he opened it wide, ran through, and slammed it shut, actually managing to startle the maid enough to make her drop and shatter the plate she was washing. Throwing the mail on the table, there was never that much because they didn't have cable TV, a computer, and he never got any letters unless it was a holiday but those where from his relatives anyway, he ran to his room. Closing that door a bit quieter then the front door, he stood to catch his breath, actually glad to be isolated in his room after that incident.

Outside however he failed to see the other boy stand still has he slightly furrowed his brows if you could say that because the movement was so light, before walking silently away.

Morning light shown through his closed eyelids as he slowly drifted back in to the world of consciousness after a night of sleep and yawned stretching his arms. Taking one of his many pillows that covered his bed, he put it over his face as the events of the previous night flooded into his mind But then again some interesting event happened almost every night causing this to become a habit of his and even though he never wanted to he always got up and got ready to go to school.

Sure he'd never considered himself paranoid or having a weird personality but he was sure that's what he looked like with the library door slightly ajar just enough to see if that other boy was in there again. From what he could see, the other was no where in sight allowing him to release a sight of relief.

"What are you doing? That's kind of odd."

Letting out a not so quiet squeak, he turned sharply around only to see the one he had been searching for earlier staring at him with piercing eyes. "Why are you here!?" he screamed in surprise, clutching his heart as if he had just had a tiny heart attack. Where were those sharpened instincts of his today, just a few minutes ago he could have used them.

"Do I not have a right to be here, last I check this is America."

"Are you stalking me?" he whispered as he pushed himself closer to the doors and father away from the other.

"I just want a simple apology for the other day." Was all he said, deciding to ignore the other question, not mattering if that kind of question actually needed to be answered?

The white-haired-scarlet-eyes boy's mouth just simply dropped and stayed there in that position. Hadn't he apologized yesterday, wasn't that the whole reason he was trying to avoid the other boy. Incidents like these usually meant the loss of more people who like him, if he had any to begin with.

Sighing, the other boy noticed the weird look on the other's startled face and instantly knew the reason why he wasn't an idiot not in the least. "Let me rephrase that, all I want is a proper apology not a scream and run." He watched as the other's face turned into one of realization, his mouth forming the shape of a small 'o', yet nothing more was achieved. He waited for the other to just say it and then he'd walk away but it never came. It made him wander what kind of kid the other was, he didn't speak and when he did, he asked the weirdest question. All the raven could think was, if the boy was a mental insane patient.

The boy pressed tightly to the door was relieved when the bell rang signaling that it was time for first block. He pushed off from the door and away from the other and ran down the now crowded hallways, leaving the other ditched for a second time in less then twenty four hours.

It was finally time for lunch and he couldn't be anymore happy for it. No classes to make his brain hurt and it was a time that he could clear his head of the other boy whose stalking made his brain hurt even more during the times when his brain hurt the most.

Walking to the outside eating areas he sat down and pulled out his homemade lunch, making him wander how great the new maid's cooking was. He was about to start eating when a pair of shoes came into the top of his vision.

"The apology."

This was a joke right, that guy had to be stalking him. Didn't that guy know that he couldn't speak to people his, or around his own age without it being completely weird. The only ones he could properly talk to were adults only because of his childhood. Once again he stared blankly at the other. "Are you trying to seduce me or something?" He yelled loudly before realizing in his mind that that statement really had no factually background and was just complete bull. However, the statement did effectively manage to make the other silent for a good thirty seconds before continuing.

"Apology…" his sentence just kept getting shorter and shorter.

Silence occurred for another couple of minutes, the raven-hair staring at the white-haired boy who was staring at his feet.

Finally the taller one sighed; finally some sort of reaction came from him. "Are you anti-social?"

"Are you a pervert?" thought he couldn't quite remember what that word meant. He looks it up a while ago when he came across it in a book, but he never used it until now in a conversation so he didn't remember its definition.

"Look, I don't understand what's so hard about an apology?" The truth was, the raven-haired boy was no longer concerned about the apology, it was now just solely interested in understanding this labyrinth of a boy.

The other boy felt something burn in his cheeks and lower abdomen. He remembered the feeling from when he was younger as anger and he was angry. That statement the other said, he had no right to say that, he knew nothing of the other's life, how he never had the time to develop social skills before he never really had anyone to talk to. That thought made him explode at the other.

"It's a lot harder then you think when you don't really talk to anyone your whole life!" he yelled, expressing his thoughts.

The other just stood there with an apathetic look on his face when really, the outburst just intrigued him even more. "Oh, and why's that?" He knew that it would be hard to approach the boy because of his appearance but sure enough that hadn't stopped everyone from getting close and trying to befriend him, had it?

"I don't know! Because people hate me I guess!" he felt his cheeks getting hotter and his eyes beginning to burn with tears. Talking about this to a stranger didn't seem right, but his whole life he'd been avoided; instead of the giving up he thought he was doing, he realized that he was just storing those emotions. Now the hurt, the loneliness, the lack of love were coming out, making him fall to the ground and cradle his knees as sobs wracked his small frame.

This startled the other greatly, and for some odd reason, instead of apathy that he should have felt, he felt sympathy, and the need to care for the small boy. Only later would he realize that that need was because the boy contained something in him that the raven himself wanted.

Kneeling down he did something he hadn't done since before his brother's birth. He smile and patter the boy's white head softly, feeling how soft the other's hair was.

"I guess if that's how you feel then I guess I have no choice but to be your friend huh? Much more of this and you'll kill yourself. My name's Itachi, how about yours?"

If the shock from the pat on the head and the smile weren't enough then his statement sure made his nervous system go insane. The smile the other gave him reminded of a smile he once saw his parents give him, a sincere one, one he never got from anyone else.

At that smile he felt something replace the hurt, the loneliness, and the despair he felt. He felt…hope. Maybe…what did hope mean again?

"Guess….is this a guessing game now?" he asked, social skills going back to normal but thankfully the tears had stopped just leaving red tracks on his face.

"All right, first we have to work on conversation skills. I'll repeat the question, what's you're name?"

"…..it's Allen…."

"Well then, it's a pleasure to meet you Allen."