First, I want to thank all of you who reviewed. You really made my day and helped me to keep my motivation ( motivation, what is that…) up. And if you still wanna keep reading Don't Say A Word, then review, my dear friends, review!

Note: My friend helped me a lot during this chapter, so thank her too.

And as you wished, some of Sasuke's dark past will be revealed. But only a little. And one word of warning: Incest. In this chapter's flashbacks. (Because Itachi's an asshole and don't we all know it) You're bewared.

And btw, the song I was listening as I wrote this was Room of Angel from Silent Hill 4. You should listen to it and the lyrics too. They remind me too much of Sasuke. That song is just so freaky.

Darkness.

It had consumed everything, ever since that day when his previous life ended. The day that the happy little boy died inside of him – he hoped that boy had died -, leaving only emptiness, and traces of the love and other so strong emotions that it hurt to feel at all. So he had just…stopped feeling.

It had really been a long time since Sasuke had seen the light of the day.

When he had first been brought here, at the tender age of 14, he hadn't resisted at all. He knew so well that it wouldn't help, no, he had thought that this was his punishment for doing something like, let's say, killing his big brother? His big brother…the brother he had hated and loved, like any little brother should feel for their elder siblings.

But only God knows how much that is.

Sasuke Uchiha had admired – and almost worshipped – the young enigma called Itachi Uchiha ever since they both had been just little kids. But, unfortunately – or fortunately, depending on the point of view – worshipping had turned into total, animalistic hating, when 11-year-old Sasuke came home only to find his dear, loving parents hanged from the ceiling. And Sasuke had screamed. The darkness in the house had seemed to swallow him, the lack of light almost choked him. And in that darkness, came Itachi. He had been so young then, too, not much older than his poor, poor little brother. But Itachi's soul had always been so much older than those of the others. He had always known things that little boys shouldn't have known.

Itachi had smiled.

It hadn't been that nice, loving smile that he had always given to Sasuke before, no, this smile made poor little Uchiha fear for his life. Itachi had told him that he was indeed a fool for believing that the older Uchiha had ever held some sort of feelings for anyone.

"…You are a fool, little brother. Such a pitiful, crying fool."

That had been the first time Sasuke saw those blood red eyes, that promised death and those eyes also gave away something else, making Sasuke scream.

It had been so long, and still Sasuke was here, sitting on this little bed, with colors so white, so white thathe knew that he didn't deserve something so bright, not in his darkness, no. Because he saw nightmares so terrible, especially of this one night. Yes, that night. His brother's words haunted him still, even after all those long three years. Three years of this hell. Only God knows how much Sasuke hated Itachi, hated him with so much power, that he felt like ripping his own, dark heart from his chest for feeling too much.

Damn that Itachi. Damn him. May he burn in Hell, for the man certainly deserved it, in Sasuke's eyes, that is.

"I feel so cold…" Sasuke shivered. He closed his eyes, and opened them again. Nothing.

"So fucking cold…why did you that to me, Aniki? To the little boy who…who…loved you…to me, who still hates you…stop haunting me, just let me be." Sasuke curled in to a little ball in his bed, hiding his pitiful, pale face from the ugly world. He knew it wouldn't help him sleep, it never had did. Only then did Sasuke move, after almost and hour, that he heard steps outside of his door. Familiar footsteps. Too familiar. Footsteps that he had heard so many times, but had always ignored. Now he was trembling on his bed, that skinny, fragile body under the thin hospital gown.

Sasuke didn't like to speak, he hated the miserable way his voice always sounded. And that…boy...

"Hello, Uchiha." Said a clear voice and Sasuke closed his eyes again behind his blindfold. God, no. Not him…not him!

"It's me again." Inside, Sasuke raised his skinny hands and let them slide on his face, and to the cursed blindfold. He just…couldn't. He couldn't move his damn, stiff fingers to rip it off. Sometimes, he desired so much to see the light of the Sun again, to just be free. Even for a short moment…to be able to feel that he was sane and healthy. But no, fate had to be cruel again and again.

But he was scared. He could admit it, with so much ease that it almost amazed him. He was very scared, that if he revealed himself, said something to the boy behind his door…that he would be another person who hated him, who despised him and wanted him dead. So Sasuke stayed quiet, when Naruto started to blabber something again. Sasuke stayed quiet when his thoughts started to slide away.

He had always been such a proud young man, a prodigy…but his life had been so – and still was – as had his heart. Will there someday be something in his life again? Will there? The boy behind his door said something about a scarecrow and laughed at his own joke that Sasuke hadn't heard. He never actually even listened what the boy said, Naruto's pointless words just wormed their way into his head anyway. Sasuke felt suddenly like screaming again, when Naruto's loud voice started to change. And suddenly, there was that deep, dark laugh in his ears again, that voice that called him a fool.

"Get away from me…" Sasuke gripped his sheets and started to tremble. A low growl came from his mouth, between those thin, dry lips, no words, just a slow, animalistic cry. His slender hands moved, ripped at the sheets, making him want to just…get out.

"…Uchiha?" Naruto sounded scared. Sasuke couldn't control himself anymore, he didn't hear Naruto, he heard that bastard, that fucking bastard that he had once called a big brother. Sasuke felt so horrible, so animalistic, like a beast. And he opened his mouth and started to scream, his nails digging into his own flesh, making his blood flow. That hateful, dark, dirty blood. He wanted out. He wanted the memory of his brother, the memory of that filthy man's touch gone. Those long, pale fingers dirtying him, making him feel so sick. Hot, but at the same time so chilling cold breath against his skin and those red eyes, emotionless, blood covered with ice that could never be melted.

Sasuke screamed. He screamed until his voice became hoarse, he could barely breath. But still, anger burned inside of him, anger that was almost swallowing him alive.

"Let me go…" He begged and hated himself again for sounding like a pathetic cry baby little boy. Itachi's filthy scent still lingered on him and Sasuke felt ill.

"Uchiha-san?" It was Iruka again. Sasuke stopped screaming for a while and just breathed. In…out…in…out. He had never actually hated Iruka. Of course he had tried to strangle him too, yes, Sasuke had thought of him as an enemy too, but…not now, not anymore. But now Sasuke was in a state of mind that he couldn't even separate Iruka from Itachi, which was eating him alive. And then the panicked scream emitted from his throat again and Sasuke felt horrible.

"Uchiha-san! Please, stop it! You're hurting yourself!" Iruka shouted. He sounded concerned, as always. And the gentle man started to panic, Sasuke could hear it. Does he really care? The Uchiha thought in his chaotic mind, snarling at himself, hating this, hating his own life. He crawled over his bed and started to bang his head to the wall, but suddenly yelled, frustrated, because nothing happened. The wall was that strange, soft material they used for those sick mental patients, like him. Sasuke started to scratch the wall.

"…Itachi…"

Sasuke didn't even hear Iruka's shocked voice anymore. He didn't feel tears on his own face, those frustrated tears of anger. Itachi may be dead but the memory of him was still very much alive, no matter how much Sasuke wanted it to be gone. The poor boy wasn't sure if he was dreaming or awake. It had been years and years, but he still felt the red gaze on him, thin lips curving into a smile that wasn't really a smile, but just a weird, scary twist of those lips pressing against his own. Sasuke remembered that night so clearly; the memory of it had been burned into his messy mind.

He had fought so hard, he had kicked and punched and screamed, but Itachi had only laughed his creepy laugh at his little brother's desperate attempts to get himself free.

"A fool…that you are. Let me taste you, little brother…my…foolish…little…brother…you are...so...warm." Sasuke had shivered, when those cold hands had touched him for the first time. He had been only able to cry, just cry and Itachi had laughed, again, all the time. Sasuke had hated his laughing, cried desperately and scratched his Aniki's pale arms, without even a result. And Sasuke had totally known that he had lost the fragile fight…

His big brother's smile had never reached his eyes; black and chilling cold like the night sky. Soon, the darkness of them had been overcome by pure, deep blood and then, all Sasuke could remember was Itachi's long, long fingers, like white spiders…touching him, making him one with the man he didn't want to love anymore, like he had as a little boy. Sasuke screamed again. Suddenly Itachi was there, right there with him and Sasuke was a little boy again, just a poor little boy with nowhere to go.

"Aniki! Let…go!"

"No, no…not now…not now, otoouto. No...never ever again."

Tears flowed freely down Sasuke's bloody cheeks, his nails now making new wounds on his hateful pretty face. Let me go, already!

Even Iruka was too scared to come in, as Sasuke took his hands from his face and fell to the floor from the bed, to the cold hard metal floor. He froze for a moment, skinny shoulders shaking, until he started to hit his hands repeatedly to the floor, and then his forehead, until it bled.

Get away from me!

"…Sasuke-kun?" Running footsteps burst into his dizzy mind. Hah. He felt blood on his lips, as he slipped away into the darkness, again. The door opened and revealed Tsunade and Iruka and the only thing they saw was an unconscious raven-haired boy on the floor, bleeding from various places.

A week later the hot, hot summer was finally coming to its end and Naruto visited Akai Tsuki only two times that week. His part time job had ended and he was getting ready for school. Sasuke was still unconscious; he had been isolated from all the others and moved in an even smaller room than the others, a room with those sterile white walls and floor. Naruto didn't see him anymore that summer. He had argued about that with Iruka so much that week.

"It's for your own good, Naruto! We don't know if he's gonna freak out like he did only a week ago!"

"But he's been unconscious ever since then! Why can't I even see him?" Naruto raised his voice, not understanding the reason, not at all. Or should we say, not bothering to understand it. Iruka sighed and put his hands on Naruto's shoulders. He felt so tired.

"Please, calm down, Naruto. Because…we don't know when he's going to wake up. We don't know what the boy's probably been through, other than that terrible mass murder! We don't know…if that elder…Uchiha did something to him." Iruka looked like was about to cry. He just…couldn't bare it anymore. Naruto felt his pitiful anger slide away like it had never even existed. He shrugged.

"…Okay."

"Naruto, I'm so sorry!" Iruka managed to look like a kicked puppy and Naruto felt bad for actually even starting to yell at the man. Blonde smiled and patted the man's back.

"Yeah, yeah, don't fret, man. I'm not even sure…if I can control myself as well, so maybe…not. I've got to go. See ya." Maybe Naruto had smiled and waved goodbye to Iruka, but as the blonde left the building, his usually so happy face had been grim.

Black eyes blinked. Darkness. Blink. Darkness…again.

"What…?"

It was so cold.

"Where am I?" His mind was spinning around like a group of wild horses, without knowing where to go. And then…came the throbbing pain in his head.

"Ouch." He couldn't see a thing. Sure. The blindfold. Fuck. Silence, he thought, it was slowly killing him. He tried to rise, but the pain in his head was even harder.

"You're awake." Said a voice and Sasuke froze.

"Who?" Sasuke murmured. His voice was barely a whisper.

"I-It's me…Iruka." Sasuke turned his head and tried to raise hid hand, but it felt so heavy.

"Don't try to move, please." Iruka's worried voice floated to his ears. Sasuke's head hurt like hell.

"W-w…wher…e?" Sasuke managed to say. Even breathing hurt like hell.

"The restriction room. You…you…tried to…do…that…again." Iruka almost sobbed and Sasuke could imagine how Iruka raised his tanned hands to his face and wiped away the tears that had formed. Sasuke's own insides turned upside down by Iruka's words. That counts as the fifth…no, wait…sixth time he had tried to kill himself during those three years of staying here. The sixth! He felt sick and his skin felt like it was burning. Warm hand was boldly placed on his forehead.

"You have a terrible fever. You need to rest." Iruka said sternly.

"…that…boy…whatever…h-his name…is…say…"

"Huh?" Iruka sounded even more worried.

"He…annoys me…I always…f-forget his presence…he…reminds me too much of myself…w-whe..n…I was…still…innocent." He knew his eyes were open but he couldn't see. He felt tired and sick and lonely and irritated, because thinking even a little about that annoyingly bright happy boy whose name he couldn't even remember…that had brought Itachi to his mind. Again. And that was the one thing that Sasuke didn't need. Sasuke didn't want to speak anymore, for he feared that his voice would break.

"Oh…okay. Well, he'll be busy with his school so he won't be coming so often to talk to you." Iruka stopped, as if waiting for Sasuke to say something, but the raven haired boy remained silent. Iruka smiled, but sadly the smile didn't reach his warm, brown eyes, although the young boy couldn't see it.

"This is for your own good, boy…please, understand. Don't hurt yourself anymore. It makes us all feel…insignificant…miserable." Iruka, being the gentle-hearted man he was, sighed and touched his patient's soft black locks before he slid away and with a click he locked the door. Sasuke only stared blindly in front of him.

"Don't hurt yourself…huh."

He felt…empty.

After two weeks, Naruto stepped inside Akai Tsuki again, looking dead-tired, clearly needing rest, but he seemed to be determined enough to go to the criminal yard. Iruka was absent, only Izumo and Kurenai were there that day and they just smiled at the sunny boy as he turned at the corridor, eager to see if something different had happened. He just couldn't say to himself that everything was as it had been, the dark room, the dark boy with chaos in his mind...

Somewhere, white fingers made their way at the almost transparent skin, showing off the blue veins, white bones. Someone hummed lightly, gently.

"…Bones…such...beauty..."

Naruto whistled some random song as he made his way beside the other cells. Kisame's cold, dead eyes stared at him, Zabuza didn't say anything either, but he looked at the sunny with intense hatred in his eyes. Naruto didn't even notice those, he walked towards Sasuke's room, for the boy had been moved back there only a week ago, as Iruka had gently noted when he had called him. Naruto felt even better; maybe Sasuke was finally getting a little better?

"Bones…such pretty bones…" Fingers went on their way and circled around dirty, white hair until reaching soft, deadly white skin.Soft laugh came from between thin lips.

Naruto was almost at Sasuke's door, when he heard a voice.

"You must be…oh well, I don't know." Blondie frowned and was a little bit startled to see emotionless eyes staring back at him from the room opposite to Sasuke's. Poisonous green, piercing through Naruto's inner walls. And suddenly, the tall blonde felt scared. But he stepped forward, anyway.

"Who are you?" The man in the other room had white hair. Startlingly white hair, as Naruto noticed. And suddenly the lamp on the ceiling flashed. Twice.Naruto flinched visibly. Those green eyes never left his face and the blonde felt a little awkward.

"Who…am I?" Said the apathetic voice. Green eyes didn't even blink. The man raised his hand and Naruto's eyes widened. The man's hand was really, really skinny and with so many scars that Naruto was almost sure that he saw white bone through the thin skin.

"Am I really here, Orochimaru-sama? And what is 'here'?" The man asked, seemingly forgetting Naruto's presence. Orochi…maru? Naruto raised his eyebrows and went closer.

"Yes, yes…your very own…darling…beloved…Kimimaro-kun…has behaved very well." The man whispered quietly.Naruto blinked. Kimimaro smiled a little, showing his thin frame and his surprisingly white teeth.

"I know, Orochimaru-sama…I know…It was nice, really nice…" Kimimaro laughed with a low, creepy voice and Naruto felt suddenly nasty. Especially when he saw Kimimaro's too thin fingers starting to stroke his other arm, lovingly. And then Naruto saw the…thing…on Kimimaro's other hand. It was a bone. Clearly…a human bone, sharpened to look like a blade. And with a growing creepiness, Naruto saw dark stains on it. Like blood.

He didn't see the hand that tried to reach him behind those bars. Kimimaro's poisonous green eyes gleamed behind the door.

"You have…such…beautiful…bones, boy...so does that...other...rrrraven." Naruto's only thought was something bordering as 'eww' as he backed a few steps, and feeling his back hit Sasuke's door. The whitehaired man's voice purred the words softly, dangerously.

"Err…no…thanks." But Kimimaro didn't seem to hear him, he was talking to himself again…or more truthfully said, talking to Sasuke.

"I read about you when I was free, you poor, poor boy. But it was nice, you can't say that…wasn't it, Orochimaru-sama? Yes, I thought so too. I love you so much…so, so much..." Naruto raised his eyebrows. He didn't know if he should pity the man or be extremely disgusted.

"Sassssukeee…" Kimimaro hissed and Naruto saw that those poisonous eyes were fixed on the small window on Sasuke's door.

"He's still there….right there…doing that…again. Doesn't it feel great?"

"S-Shut up…" There was two, cold words and Naruto turned around only to find Sasuke standing in the middle of his room, turning his head around and around, like trying to find an escape.

"Such beautiful bones…he knows, Sasuke…he knows. Love, love, love…yes…oh yes, certainly. Didn't it feel so great, Sasuke? Did it, huh, huh! Let him do it again...he likes it." Kimimaro raised his voice suddenly, but its apathetic tone never disappeared. Sasuke backed down, Naruto saw.

"I d-d-don't…care…"

"You do! Rip your heart out, blood, blood, such sweet blood…funny. You are so funny, Orochimaru-sama…yes, don't be angry with me, Master…" Naruto sidestepped a little away from those doors. This was just…weird.

"Your bones, yes. I want them…such beautiful bones, yes Master…I know…time runs, oh, it runs …Hahah…Lick that blood away, little brother, lick it…from that white, white pure skin…yes…do you remember his name?"

Naruto shook his head. He couldn't stand here anymore. So the blonde turned and ran up the corridor.

And just when he was far away, he heard Sasuke scream.

Hahahah. I'm soooooo tired…

-.-

(I am so cruel to Sasuke..)