Thank you for the reviews. And if you still wonder why the hell I am so cruel to Sasuke even though I said I like him as a character…well, he's been such a shitty face in the latest chapters so he deserves some kicks in his pretty ass.

I'm depressed, tired and feel like crying now so I hope some of those feelings will kind of… filter through Sasuke's behaviour and the things on this chapter. (Yeah, I know I'm a teenage angstangst and all that shit.)

And I hope you'll enjoy this as much as you've hopefully been enjoying the other chapters. Thank you, again, you've made my day.

(Warnings: Even more incest-hints (Let's mass murder Itachi) and Sasuke being the OOC little boy he is. (And don't kill me for grammar mistakes, I'm not perfect.)

And by the way, these lyrics are from the song I mentioned before, Room of Angel, from Silent Hill 4. It just fits.

"It was always you that I despised…

I don't feel enough for you to cry, oh well…"

Soft voice floated through the empty corridor, it slid its way to the other rooms, especially to the one opposite from where the voice came from. The voice, those cruel, such cruel words, caressed the ears and the pale cheeks of the poor, broken raven-haired boy in that dark room. The boy who winced in his sleep. It was indeed Kimimaro, who sang and he sang quietly, apathetic tone never leaving his voice, poisonous green eyes staring at the neutral white ceiling. If an outsider now looked inside, that said wanderer couldn't be so sure if that white-haired man – not even a man and not exactly a boy anymore, no – actually realized that he was the one singing. Those words, telling of murder and betrayal slithered from between his lips, making slight fear grow inside of those who heard it.

Kimimaro's voice was the only sound in the half-empty hospital. It was almost midnight and Sasuke was dreaming about his notorious big brother again.

"…Here's a lullaby to close your eyes…"

Sasuke flinched, even while sleeping, when Kimimaro's monotonous sentences dug their way even through his own chaotic, deep dreams.

"Niisan…" Oh, that little boy was there again. Again, in the middle of his dreams – no, nightmares – with messy black hair and equally black eyes, with a glance so innocent it hurt to see that little boy, that boy that he had once been. And Kimimaro, yes, he knew, and that's why he was there too, in Sasuke's dreams, singing that dreadful song and making the poor boy tremble on his white bed.

"So sleep in your memory of me…"

Sasuke flinched again and a choked sob escaped his dry lips. Kimimaro smiled his white, empty smile and raised his anorexic hands above his head and watched them with great admiration.

"Say, Sasuke…do you…love your brother? Did you enjoy it?" Kimimaro started to giggle. And no, it wasn't a nice sound, not at all. There were no emotions in the poisonous green, no warm feelings – no, not in those eyes – for anyone. Kimimaro had certainly lost those a very long time ago.

"I could do it again and again and again to you…oh yes, I could…so good, it felt, yes…"

'Scream for me, little brother.'

Sasuke's panicked scream echoed through the criminal ward.

The raven-haired boy sat on his bed and wiped his face clean from all the tears and the sweat. For a while, he couldn't remember where he was, or who he was. One may wonder had Itachi Uchiha really known what he did to his little brother, had he? Because now Sasuke Uchiha was broken, nothing but a fragile porcelain doll someone had decided to throw away after they got bored with the doll. If someone perhaps cracked that doll's skin, what would happen?

It wasn't even needed to say that Sasuke couldn't sleep anymore that night. No, he cried, he cried for the life he had once lived, for the life he had lost, for this, this miserable existence surely wasn't a life, but a strange dreamlike place where he didn't know what was real and what was just a dream, just a hallucination created my his own mind.

Kimimaro had stopped singing and was now just laying on his bed, that dreadfully thin, white figure, his nearly transparent skin showing his slender bones. The strange young man stroked his own arms with his oddly shaped bony knife, green eyes glowing in the dark as he watched blood flow, when the edge of the knife cut wounds on his arms. Soft chuckle came from between his lips.

"Yes, Master…he broke him very well, yes, very well indeed…" And his chuckling turned into loud laughing and Sasuke started to cry again, tears of frustrated anger and sadness flowing freely. He wasn't even trying to resist, he just wanted Itachi to be gone, gone for sure, lost for eternity from the mortal eyes and ears and minds.

'And that very same night, he was taken by Itachi…again.'

"Sasuke? Where are you?"

Black-haired little boy ran through the mist circling around a big, very traditionally built Japanese house.

"Mother!" The little boy yelled, big deep black eyes shining with pure innocence. He was searching for somebody.

"Mother!" He yelled again. Finally, a moment later, a very elegant woman stepped into the scenery, almost right in front of the little boy. He ran to her – he couldn't be more than eleven – and wrapped his small arms around her slender waist. She smiled gently and brushed her son's black hair from his pale face, after he had let go and she had kneeled in front of him.

"What is it, Sasuke?" The boy grinned and reached out his hand, in which he was holding a beautiful, single dark blue rose.

"For you, mother!" Mikoto Uchiha, the ordinary housewife, smiled, took the flower, and then she stood and took her younger son's hand with her own, petite hand. And then she started to walk back inside the house, listening when little Sasuke blabbered on and on.

Startlingly bright blue eyes were watching all this with mixed feelings.

Inside the house, Sasuke finally spotted – he had barely taken his sandals off – a taller, darkeyed boy with a black hair on a ponytail and ran to him, wrapping his white arms around the taller one, like he had did to his mother just a moment ago.

"Niisan!" Itachi's lips twisted a little and finally formed a small smile. He reached out one hand and patted the top of his little brother's head.

"Good day to you, Sasuke." For a 16-year-old, Itachi Uchiha had a surprisingly deep voice. Sasuke just smiled at his big brother and then disappeared into the house.

Naruto, who hadn't got a clue if he was really dreaming or seeing an image of the past, blinked and took his time to study the elder brother Uchiha. Long, black hair – with a greyish tone to it – on a ponytail, two lines going down on his cheeks, making him look a lot older – and more tired – than a boy that age should be. Black eyes were purely expressionless, even though his lips were smiling at that moment. Naruto felt a cold shiver. Even though little Sasuke hadn't seem to notice.

Had Itachi already planned to hang his parents that day? No, maybe earlier? Later? And was it…really…a homicidal glint that Naruto saw in those empty eyes? He wasn't sure, he couldn't be sure. But he was certain about one thing…and that was that he wanted to just hug that little, innocent child who now walked after his brother and blabbered about what he had done that day. Itachi only smiled and nodded for a few times, his smile never leaving his face. Sasuke seemed to be happy with just that.

And then, scenery changed completely and Naruto realized that he was standing on…nothing. He looked around but didn't see a thing, nothing, and began to be a little concerned.

"What the fuck?" He managed to say aloud, before noticing the strange grey mist circling around his ankles.

"Huh?" And then he blinked and remembered whom he was supposed to be looking.

"Sasuke?" Only silence answered.

"Sasuke!" He tried again.

"Niisan…" Naruto heard a weak voice. He turned around, but saw nothing.

"Sasuke! Where are you!"

"N-no…don't…h-hurt me…"

Naruto turned around again, frowning. Blue eyes were wide with concern. It sounded like…Sasuke was in one hell of a big danger.

"Sasuke!" He yelled again. Where on Earth was that boy? No, this wasn't real, the sane part of his brain said, that one clad in white robe and a halo hanging on top of his head. Naruto pouted. This wasn't funny.

"Niisan! No…no! Not there…no…"

Sasuke whimpered somewhere far, sounding so scared. Naruto didn't know what to think. What was that empty-eyed young man doing to Sasuke? No, the blonde boy wasn't stupid, but this…was one thing he just didn't want to believe.

"Niisan!"

Now all he could hear was the quiet sobbing when Sasuke had stopped resisting, and the soft murmuring of the cold voice that belonged to no other than Itachi Uchiha.

Naruto was horrified.

Was this real? Had this really happened?

Naruto woke up finally, Sasuke's never ending screaming in his ears.

'Jesus…what had that boy been through…' He rolled around in his bed and thought about it for a while, frowning, biting his lip and sighing. He had to go see Sasuke tomorrow, he just had to. He felt familiar burning in his eyes, for the happy face of the raven-haired little boy had been burned into his mind.

The next day Naruto decided to skip school, for he was very anxious to see Sasuke, was that empty, fragile shell really all that was left? So Naruto made his buddy Kiba say that he was sick – Kiba unwillingly agreed – to the teachers as he himself hopped on his bike and cycled to Akai Tsuki. He greeted Iruka only briefly – he waved back and continued talking to Deidara, who absentmindedly answered. Naruto smiled at them and walked around the corner, opening the door to the criminal ward. First thing he noticed, was the silent singing. He walked forward, a little curious.

"I don't feel enough for you to cry…to cry…"

Naruto stopped in front of Kimimaro's room. Green-eyed man stood in the middle of it, the light coming from the tiny window illuminating around his skeleton-like form. And Kimimaro sang in a surprisingly soft voice, sad song about darkness and murder. Naruto watched him for a while, slightly entranced by the pure strangeness of it, until a quiet sob from Sasuke's room made him turn around and forget Kimimaro instantly.

"Sasuke…" Naruto started and looked inside. The other boy was on his bed, curled into a little ball and looking even more fragile than ever. Naruto frowned and closed his eyes for a while, Kimimaro's quiet humming – he seemed not to realize himself that he had just stopped singing – somehow calming him.

"Sasuke…you know…I saw a dream about you." Naruto said suddenly and opened his eyes again, sitting down.

"You were… so little back then." He continued in a small voice, actually not even knowing if he should be sitting here right now, speaking of things that Sasuke would never be interested in, maybe not even listening. But he continued anyway. Sasuke didn't move, nor did he answer. Naruto hadn't even waited him to, he had already gotten used to the silence.

"I was a little sad to see how happy you were, like there were no worries at all. And yeah…I…saw him too, in my dream. I wonder why…I've never seen him before or anything…

"…I killed…that…o-one…" Naruto heard a strangled, chilling cold voice and froze. He stood up and looked inside the room. Sasuke was now standing, handcuffed hands around his skinny form. Naruto bit his lip at the sight and lowered his gaze to the floor.

"Yeah…I know you did. I sure do…"

"Mother…you don't know how it feels…" Now, the cold voice started to tremble, to be less cold. Naruto didn't move, just listened.

"I'm sorry…" Sasuke sighed. Naruto saw him shiver and felt the sudden urge to comfort the other boy. Concerned blue eyes stared at the mental patient for a while before Sasuke started speaking again.

"Mother…I am sorry…so sorry…that I…I couldn't…p-protect…you." Sasuke hid his face behind his hands and tried to pull the blindfold off. It wouldn't even move, it seemed like there was absolutely no strength in Sasuke's thin, thin arms. Naruto saw something glistening on the pale cheeks.

"Sasuke…I'm sure your mom was a very nice lady, she would never blame you for anything –"

"You don't understand!" Sasuke cried suddenly in a hoarse voice and held his hands to his ears.

"Mother…Niisan…father…I'm sorry…I killed you all…" Sasuke's mind jumped back to the past and he drowned himself in his darkness again, circled his arms around him and started to rock back and forth, mumbling something all the time.

"Sasuke! Why are you blaming yourself? Just shut it and listen to me for a while, please!" Naruto sounded frustrated. It took him a moment to realize that Sasuke had actually listened and stopped mumbling to himself and stood now absolutely still. Naruto sighed. He felt a little angry, of course, but sad too.

"You shouldn't do that, Sasuke…I mean, blame yourself. It wasn't your fault…your bro did what he did, you can't help it, you can't do anything about it anymore. It. Was. Not. Your. Fault, you hear me?" Sasuke lowered his gaze and Naruto saw him biting his lower lip.

"Where did that happy little boy go, huh?" Naruto asked gently, he wanted an aswer, for sure, from that broken boy - he was coming to understand – that he wanted to fix. Sasuke was silent for a long time, before he finally opened his shivering lips and spoke, voice so distant:

"…That boy is dead."

"No he isn't!" Naruto protested. This empty shell couldn't be all…all that was left of that proud and happy little boy so long time ago.

"Yes…I killed him…myself." Sasuke's voice was impassive, but Naruto saw him shiver again.

"Mother…it's so hard…I could be pure…he would be gone…I wouldn't be blind like I am now…Mother… I am hurting…I killed myself, killed my own spirit…I'm sorry…" Naruto frowned at that.

"Sasuke! It is possible!" He suddenly yelled, sounding so angry. Kimimaro giggled behind his back and said something about mad people. Naruto didn't listen to him, no, he wanted Sasuke to actually understand what he was saying, if it was possible. Some kind of connection, he wanted between them, that's for sure.

"Sasuke, you have to listen to me. Life is everyone's right, yours too! I feel so… bad for you, you know…I…" Naruto paused for a while.

"I want to help you." Because Naruto was just…Naruto. And seeing someone like Sasuke just accepting his horrifying fate irritated him more than he even showed outside. Had irritated all the summer, even through his sympathetic and sad feelings.

"Ssshh…be quiet, you moron…" Sasuke whimpered, holding his hands to his ears again. And the started shouting again.

"You don't understand! How could you, you who always come here, bothering us, bothering our problems!" Naruto was silent and just watched the raven-haired with sadness in his bright blue eyes.

"What can you…" Sasuke whispered and trembled.

"You don't see what I see…Mother…tell him…tell him to go away…" He cried and got into one of his mad rampages, this time barging to the door. Naruto flinched, but didn't move.

"Sasuke…" He started, but the other boy hissed – like an angry cat – and tried to push his other handcuffed hand through the bars, but the short chain prevented it. On a whim, Naruto raised his hand and grabbed those skinny fingers before they backed off into the darkness of the room. At that instant, both boys froze to the spot.

Naruto didn't know what to think. Sasuke's hand was very cold and a little smaller than his own. For a while Naruto just kept his light grip, before Sasuke started to shake.

"A-A-Aniki…no…no!" The boy whimpered, sounding like a lost child with no place to go. Naruto's blue eyes widened. Was Sasuke…? Did the other boy think that he was that man, who had…had done that to Sasuke? Before he could think anymore, Sasuke screamed, pulled back his hand and retreated to the farthest corner of his room, putting his chained hands around his own body.

Naruto bit his lip again and couldn't help but feel disappointment. Sasuke had finally spoken to him and he just had had to ruin it by simply touching the other boy. Naruto sighed. He felt quite miserable. He turned and put his hands into his pockets.

"Well then…bye, Sasuke." He walked away from the ward and decided to go see Iruka before he went back. He felt tired and the bitter taste of disappointment would never – or, he feared so – be gone from his mouth. When he reached the lunchroom, he saw only Iruka and Deidara, who was doodling something on a paper like a excited little boy. Naruto managed to grin at the sight of the other blonde.

"Iruka-sensei?" Naruto said carefully. Iruka, who was sitting, smiled when he was Naruto.

"How are you, Naruto-kun? I heard a yell, but Deidara-kun was keeping me busy, so…"

"Don't fret, sensei. I just…" Naruto hesitated.

"Well…I kind of…grabbed his hand and he freaked out because of that." The blondie pouted. Even Deidara looked up and stared at the other with his one visible eye. Naruto looked at him and then back at Iruka, who frowned.

"Naruto-kun, I told you…he doesn't like it when people touch him…"

"But he spoke to me!"

"What?" Iruka looked a little startled. Naruto grinned.

"Yeah, well…not actually sane things, but he spoke anyway so it's good. I think he thought I was his mom for a while and then he thought that I was his…you know…big brother. But then he noticed that it was just me, he started yelling that I don't understand him and all that other stuff. But…" Naruto looked a little irritated now.

"But I do understand." He finally said. And his blue eyes were so bright, so full of melancholic anger that even Iruka flinched.

"I understand him very well. But…now I've gotta go. Good day to you, sensei. And to you too, Dei-chan." Naruto bowed, grinned at even Deidara, who blinked owlishly before grinning back.- even without the stupid nickname - Naruto turned around, put his hands into his pockets.

The atmosphere was getting on his nerves, he couldn't bare with it anymore.

It's quite late and I should be at bed. I'm a stupid woman. Rawwrr. Review, people, review!