Ya know, I was rereading over this chappy, and I'm thinking to myself, "God, what a stupid, played-out story! How the hell could I write such crap?!" But, then again, I get that way about just about every fanfiction I write, so it's all good, I think.
Please don't hate me, guys, I know it's a sad story. I love angst and I love sadness, grief, and yaoi/shonen-ai. Don't hold it against me, kay?
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The graveyard in which both Sasori and Deidara were buried had a slight fog hanging over it, adding to the creepiness. Kisame would have normally never set foot in a boneyard like this, especially at night. And, if it wasn't for the fact that this was where Itachi was hiding, he wouldn't have started tonight.
Entering the depressing scene, he heard screams of hysterical laughter coming form across the way. Heading toward it, Kisame gulped. Scary laughter, eerie graveyard. Not the best combination.
The closer he got to the laughter, the more familiar it seemed. Bracing himself and turning a corner, he found out why.
Itachi sat on the ground between two headstones, his back against one of them. And he was the one laughing.
The blue-haired kid carefully knelt down next to his friend. "Hey, Itachi," he crooned softly. "Come on, let's take you home."
The other boy's hysterics dwindled, leaving him able to talk. "You're Kisame," he repeated a few times, while drawing squiggles in the dirt with his index finger.
Kisame nodded. "Yes, that's who I am. Now that we're acquainted, let's get you back home, okay?"
Itachi began laughing again, but this time, it was tamer. He looked up at Kisame, with his eyes tearing up. "No," he replied. Even when they were diluted with water, his eyes still shone with unearthlike insanity.
He began rocking back and forth, lifting his back off the gravestone gehind him only to put it back. "This is his fault," he whispered. "His and hers…"
Kisame shot Itachi a worried glance. "Whose? Whose fault is it?"
Itachi's shoulders began shaking. "First, the drums," he began to ramble. "Slashed right through the skin. Destroyed them. Unforgivable. And then this: missing two of my best friends' funerals. For what? The sake of studying!" he yelled out, slamming his head against the grave marker.
So his old mad made him miss the funerals. To study. Seems like he doesn't think Itachi does enough of that already, Kisame said to himself, putting a hand on the top of the black-haired boy's head and tilting it up, so that the only thing that Itachi could look at was Kisame. "Look, Itachi, it's late. Let's get you-"
"NO!" he shrieked, breaking out of Kisame's grasp and crawling away as fast as he could. "Not yet. There's too much to do. I have to be ready."
"Not yet? Whad'dya mean NOT YET?! Itachi, they're worried sick about you, and all you're doing is-" Kisame stopped himself when he noticed Itachi's death glare.
"I'm not ready," the other boy said in a paranoid tone. "I have to be ready to do it." Letting his upper body fall to the ground limply, he began laughing again. "They need to pay," he chanted. "And they will. Both of them, that Satanist father of mine and my puppet mother. But not Sasuke, no. I'll spare him. He's done nothing."
The blue-haired kid approached his friend again, whom of which had moved himself at least five feet away. He was prepared to drag Itachi home if he had to, and he would have had the psycho boy not started throwing up.
Itachi sat up abruptly, and hunched over himself and started regurgitating bile. His friend did what he could to hold back the hair that had fallen out of his usually neat ponytail, but he couldn't do much to soothe the black-haired guy otherwise.
When Itachi's episode had finished, his entire body limpened drastically. Kisame quickly and gently rested his friend up against himself, and leaned Itachi's head back to allow for easier breathing. In a short while, the black-haired kid was asleep.
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"Kisame…" Itachi whispered about an hour later. "Kisa…me…"
"Yes?" the other kid asked softly, trying to impress on Itachi that he was listening.
The black-haired boy paused for a while. "…I'm almost ready to go home now," he stated, picking himself off of Kisame.
"Almost ready?"
Itachi gave a small smile as he pressed himself up against Kisame's chest. Locking the other kid's lips into his, he held it there for a while.
Needless to say, Kisame was absolutely stunned. He had known that Itachi was gay, but…this? Is this what he had wanted from day one? Or was it…developed? His mind swirled with possibilities as Itachi pulled out.
"There. Now I'm ready," he said, falling back onto Kisame's chest. "But…my body isn't working like it should, so…"
The other boy let out a grin. "Well, no worries," he answered. "I can carry you." Shouldering one of Itachi's arms, he schlepped (yes, that's a word) the both of them out of the graveyard and toward the Uchiha household.
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Once again, Itachi didn't show at school the next day. Kisame figured it was because of Itachi's mental breakdown the day before. Too bad that wasn't the case.
On the news that night, there was a strange story. "Two bodies found head in this local house last night," a newscaster streamlined. "The bodies, identified as Mikoto and Fugaku Uchiha, were found in their own living room, drenched in what is presumed to be their own blood. Their 13-year-old son, Itachi, is currently missing, as they have not found any evidence that he was ever involved with this entire thing. Luckily, their youngest son, Sasuke, was physically unharmed afterward. This mysterious mur-"
Kisame turned off the T.V. before the reporter could finish. Mikoto and Fugaku Uchiha, he repeated in his head. Itachi's parents. And he himself is missing. Could he have…no, Itachi would never do something as moronic and violent as that. Right? He asked himself, laying down on the couch that faced his T.V. Oh, this is bad. Four deaths, five days. Hardly a good rati-
A slammed door interrupted Kisame's though. Sitting up, he heard footsteps coming from the other side of his house. Utterly afraid, he reached for the cell phone in his pocket. He really hoped that this person wasn't who he thought it was.
His fears came true, however, when he heard chuckling coming form behind the couch in his living room. "Hello, oh dearest son of mine," a familiar voice purred.
Kisame's heart skipped a beat when he recognized his father's voice. "Uh, hello…" he replied uncertainly.
The air's temperature seemed to drop about 10 degrees Celsius. "I have finally found you, yet again," the man said, wrapping one of his huge hands around Kisame's neck from behind. "And, now it's time for you to repent," he said, tightening his grip.
BAM. BAM. BAM.
Three gunshots were heard, and Kisame's dad's hold on his son's throat let up as he fell to the ground. Kisame, still digesting what had just happened, turned around to see a figure, shrouded in shadows, pointing a revolver at where his dad had just been standing. "You're welcome," a monotone said.
Stepping out of the dark and lowering his gun, Itachi's eyes bounced from his friends' fear, confusion-stricken face, to the bloody corpse on the floor, and back. Sighing, he took the gun in his other hand. "Now you won't live in terror anymore," he explained. "Now you can stay here and never be maliciously uprooted again. You can live like a normal teenager. Is that cool or what?" the black-haired boy said, loading another bullet into the gun. "It's a real shame that I won't be joining you."
BAM.
Itachi's body fell loosely onto the floor, and the revolver made a small ch-chnk sound as it hit the ground.
Kisame stared in horror at what had just happened. Woah. Did all that just happen? I KNEW I shouldn't have told Itachi all that…
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Itachi never had a service. The fact that he murdered both his parents and Kisame's father prevented that. But, Kisame almost preferred it that way. So now, no one would see him cry.
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Oh my God. Fugaku SO derserved that. Too bad Itachi went insane on us, yeah? Well, please don't kill me, I'm bad at writing insanity, and I'm bad at writing violence. This entire chapter was my basic Achilles' heel.
Save us both some trouble and don't review until you've read Chapter 12, okay? I promise you, this story will be MUCH better after that.