Hate me, thrill me. Love me, kill me.
Disclaimer: Do Kakashi and Itachi have hot sex during the anime? Do we have a Naruto shower scene in every volume? Did Sakura die in the first episode? Did Sasuke walk around naked?
Then do I own anything?
By now you know the warning… But just to nag you again :P…
Blood thirst, probably torture, violence, death of maybe YOUR favourite character, angst, sexual molesting (I don't think it can be counted as rape, but I'm not sure), adult themes and more stuff if I can think of any. Muahahaha! Thank you for your kind support.
Now my computer died (again) so I had to rewrite this… (again) so three times was enough for me. The first try was 4 pages, the second 5 and (don't ask how) this one 12 and I'm haven't finished it yet. This is the first part of the chapter, second part will come up soon.
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The sunset outside had ended when two unequal eyes opened to the fading light. He made a sound and felt something rise in his throat. As of instinct he swallowed, waited for a moment and swallowed again. Why did this felt so new?
He looked around for a moment, everything was blurred. Like one big stain shapes and colours were one. His body felt strange. He looked down at where his body should be, but instead he found nothing. Just a black thing that covered him. He smiled, amazed by his new discoveries.
As he waited for a while, slowly everything was receiving the names he had always known. Slowly the blanked was removed from his clouded memory. He remembered most horrible events. The cutting and burning pain, the everlasting hate towards a name, just a name. And a desire, an untamed desire for something else. Also towards that faceless. For now his tormentor had no face, but he didn't want to wait until the moment came he would find out.
There were no signs of a binding spell, none of any kind. Nothing seemed to bind him to this place. So Kakashi formed a few seals to escape, but when he had to do the last seal he forgot what he was doing. He looked around for a moment, deciding he would make his escape through the window. With the grace of a cat he moved towards the widow. He had no trouble breaking the glass. Looking through it more things he saw received names. Sky, trees and ground were familiar. His sight had defiantly improved, he could see perfectly in this dark. It seemed to ground was very close so he jumped, but when his feet didn't touch the ground he panicked. He landed in a wrong way, dropping on the ground like a bag of potatoes. A mere thumb and a painful crack, and he sat on the floor, not knowing why.
It seemed he hadn't seen the dept very well. He kept silent for a while, not knowing what to do now. "Hey, you!" Was hissed from a distance. A young girl, from around twenty moved towards him with graceful steps.
"What ere you doing here?" She asked, not knowing who the person was she was talking to. She had the strangest accent he had ever heard, it sounded very funny. "I don't really know." Was the empty answer she got.
"You're wone strange feller. Look a' you, your foot brok'n there?" She moved towards the unknowing figure, her clouded cloth rang an alarm, and fighting instinct kicked in by the jounin.
For a moment all was black, and when Kakashi looked up a nice looking lady lay next to him. and like all men do when they wake up next to one hot lady he smiled to himself, then he remembered he didn't got her name. After poking her a few times he gave up. He tried to get up, his foot was acing, but he didn't remember when or what happened.
After struggling for a while he got up and left for the forest, wondering what the red stuff covering his entire body was. His pants were soaked, and the girl he had left behind was covered with it as well. Stumbling away, he raised a red hand and held it to his face. It smelled strange, somewhat familiar. Wondering what it would taste like he brought his hand to his lips and licked, more instincts and memories rose up from the depths of his mind. It tasted great. For some reason he wanted more.
He moved towards the forest, leaving traces behind. But he didn't know, he didn't care. He wanted something, but he had forgotten what. So he went on and find it.
---some time later, as the body ran cold---
"She had talent."
"Oh well."
"He went into that direction sir."
"Lets find him then." The other male smiled as he reached for a scroll.
"I wonder how well he improved." Came the mechanical question, though nobody was asked. "He can destroy your puppy, you know that."
"I know." The elderly chuckled. "Hmmm Ryu, what are you scheming?"
"That won't matter. We need to track him down."
Black eyes moved to the second scroll in the older mans strap. A finger tapped the paper, leaving a feathery touch after the hand left. Green eyes moved away from the youngster and the male started walking slowly, waiting until his master would follow. The Uchiha followed soon, a small grin adored his face.
Suddenly his attention was drawn to a particular direction. It seemed his servant felt it as well. Itachi ignored him for the moment as he focused towards that direction. The feeling had disappeared, the movement stopped. The Uchiha did his best to ignore the sounds of cracking bones and tearing flesh behind him.
"We go after him now sir?" The elderly asked, and still not breaking his masters concentration. A nod and a hn gave were al he needed. A loud roar followed by a cry tore through the forest. The beast stormed off, the warriors exchanged looks for a moment and disappeared as well, following the wolf to the unknowing prey.
Kakashi had been walking for a while now, actually getting used to his swift thinking. Still he didn't try to think about to much things, it scared him to much. People always think with a familiar voice in their head, but now that voice sounded unknown, even hostile towards him. The jounin smiled a quick smile when he ducked to dodge a low branch, only to trip over a rock. He fell down on his side, not taking any action to get up again. What's wrong with me? He inwardly asked himself. Slowly he rolled on his back, bringing one hand up to touch his chest, feeling his heartbeat.
Then, as he closed his eyes to rest, a howl, followed by a sharp cry cut through the air like a dagger. The sounds should've sounded familiar to the silver haired jounin, but they didn't. Still, a nagging feeling was telling him to get up. Why bother? He asked himself and rolled on his other side, the pain in his head also moving to the other side, his left eye now hurting. As he closed his eyes a flash of every one of his friends. Just a flash, but still he could make out the details of who they were.
Naruto was smiling as always, never seeming to care for the worlds troubles. But he did, in his own hyperactive way. He loved the kid, but why? Screaming, running around and never shutting his ass up for just a moment. It took him months to learn to appreciate him, just like the other teens in his cell.
And Kakashi missed him.
His cell. Sakura. She was so nice, helpful and gentle. And Kakashi hated her when he laid eye on her for the first time. "I'm sorry sensei, I tried to stop him, but Naruto…" Little bitch, he saw her other side "Set him up and nock him down, that was awesome!" She wasn't strong, just one of those straight A students who would never last a fight on their own. But she learned, adapted and took note like a honourable student.
And Kakashi missed her.
A honourable student… Sasuke. He'd never been one for companionship. He kept quiet, never made a sound. That was the only thing the jounin appreciated about him. That arrogant, self-centred little 'I am better then you so drop dead' spiteful pig. To good to shit upon this world or even the next. But for some reason, he changed. His attitude went from 'better then you so drop dead' to a 'you can touch my hair, but then you have to leave me alone' stance. He changed, something Kakashi couldn't master. He hated the Uchiha for that. Too bad Sasuke left before the sensei could find out how to copy that.
Still Kakashi missed him.
Copy him… Change that… Do this… There were so many things the Copy Ninja wanted to change in his life. Oh yeah, so many things. Starting with his life. The only thing he liked about his self change was when he stopped being arrogant himself, back when he was a genin himself. The last fight with his 'friends'. The last time he saw Oibito. He received his Sharingan, his friend called it the Blind Sharingan. It made him blind, taken by arrogance, using it to a level that, from what was said by experts, stood above sanity.
The Uchiha clan bore the minds of the great and the minds of the wise. The jounin always wondered why none of them ever copied so many moves, even in their old age, the most experience warriors knew only a few moves from every element. And to think, within only two years he himself had proven himself worthy, taking mission after mission, copying over 400 techniques.
And that was what drove him from insane to… what came after that? He started to see things others could not. His body seemed to change as well. And every night, when he came home from whatever the rate was for his mission it became worse. He became feverish, started to vomit blood and shook like he was possessed. This went on for so long, he started to think he had no problems.
Until one night, when he was three days late for a mission he was signed up to, they found him in his sorry excuse of an apartment. He had been laying there for almost two days, fully aware of his surroundings. Well… aware. He had been trapped in his own nightmare, shadows moved, forming into creatures that were not allowed to exist. He would close his eyes, then found icy hands over his already cold body. And when he would open his eyes he stared into the faces of the people he killed.
He woke up in a hospital. Bleeding, vomiting, crying, screaming, dieing there. For some reason people kept coming, and the last thing he remembered was a young boy, his eyes darker then his black hair. He found this child interesting, even beautiful, and then all went black. He hated the hospital. His last kill cursed him or something, he was an Itako, (A/N1) even though he didn't know if men could be something like that, only women. The curse removed, the wounds healed and the scars kept there. He was mistaken, and after to him hundreds of humiliating tests he was supposed to get The Shot. To shut him up for good, to end his so called life.
But he was the best.
The best… was he?
He wasn't, but no one seemed to notice. His rival, he was the best. Stronger, faster, and throughout the years, as he kept telling himself better looking. They would meet for their challenges, and everyone would say he could out best the Green Beast. That he never even tried. But he couldn't just win. Gai would always come up with a challenge that took strength, speed, agility, vigour, vitality, he would win. The only reason the silver haired one could keep up with him was either luck by defeating him in his own game or thinking of a challenge that took brain. But the guy would always yell, smile widely, do a stupid pose and start a speech about whatever.
And Kakashi missed that, so much.
He wanted to cry. How long had he been here by the way? He wanted to scream. Where was he? Like always. Why was he laying in this cold grass, with only some pants on? But he couldn't, he just couldn't. What was that noise? With a jolt he sat up, looking towards the trees. Why was he covered in this red stuff? His sight moved to one direction. What was he thinking about anyway?
"Where the hell am I?" He suddenly needed to know.
Slowly he got up. Another cry through the forest made him shiver. He stood there for a moment before hopping away into the same direction he had just came from. Amazed by how the wind was blowing through the trees, having not a clue where, who, why or even what he was. He kept walking slowly, the scenery changing but he didn't realise it. In his mind pretty colours and unknown shapes swirled around. Suddenly he stopped.
He didn't know this place, and yet, it was so familiar here. He looked at the strange tree. The leaves were dying, just like everywhere else. Was it maybe autumn? A leaf suddenly fell down, slowly taking its time until it hit the ground, never to feel life again. Slowly the jounin looked up, a black spot upon a thick branch asked for his attention.
Slowly and careful, Kakashi climbed the tree, it took every bit of concentration he had. Not too soon, he reached the level of that branch. He sat on it and looked at what seemed to be a leather material, until his attention was asked once again, by a dog. He looked at it, but suddenly realised he had forgotten something.
What a strange dog. Look at its size, it's bigger then me. Why is it sniffing my tree? Maybe it needs to… hey… why is it looking at me like that? …
…
… Hey a backpack! Wonder who owns it?
…
Huh? A dog? Here? What does it want?
… what the hell?
Kakashi blinked a few times, mostly to get these strange images out of his head, but mostly so he would be able to concentrate on more then on thing. Then, why not even God knew, he jumped on the ground next to the hound, and do to his broken foot he landed in a position most jounin would be embarrassed about.
The wolf turned to him, not moving anymore. It stood there as if it realised something. Then, like a small child trying to pet a killer dog, Kakashi moved towards the beast, raising his hand and gently touching its nose. The jounin smiled at the beast, and it laid down. The jounin sat next to it, petting its head and running his hand through its thin hair. His hand traced the bony figure, stopping when Kakashi felt the need to sit against it.
He did so, and the wolf allowed him. "Who's a good boy?" He asked and the wolf started to wag its long, rat like tail. "Yes you are, aren't you?" The wolf sniffed the blood covered pants of the man, then started to lick the dry blood of his body.
"Why is he doing that?" An icy voice broke the silence behind the old man. The startled male turned his face, only to stare into his masters pale face. His skin so light, and with his black hair surrounding him, it made him even spookier.
"I…I don't know. For some reason, I don't know why, this man has more power then I thought. No one can manipulate this wolf and here he sits next to the beast petting it like a puppy. My wolf… knows when he can't win so he surrenders to whoever is stronger… and now it seems he… is stronger then we are now…"
A moment of silence, the only noises the wind in trees and Kakashi's whispers as he kept hugging his new pet. "What now sir?" The man didn't dare to take the decision for himself.
"Go back and get Lunaira and Taharka. It seems something went wrong, and we can use all the help we can get." The cold tone was ominous, a bad sign for the prey. Without any hesitation the old male disappeared, leaving Itachi to guard the Copy Ninja alone. His eyes narrowed when Kakashi sat nose to nose with the wolf, although he didn't know why.
He couldn't care less for what the jounin did with the beast. Kakashi's hand caressed its thin neck, rubbing its throat for a moment. The wolf made a sound of approval as he did so, licking the last places that still held blood. Itachi groaned a little, wanting to do the same thing. His thoughts were shunned by a shudder. Kakashi smiled widely when the wolf licked his face, sharp teeth shimmering in the dim light of the moon. The jounin moved his hand over its side, as the wolf was trying to lay on his back to give the human more space to pet, Kakashi rubbed the wolf's belly. A long hind leg moved up and started to kick back and forth.
The silver haired male kept doing this for a while, until something demanded his attention. The wolf looked up as well, but only because his new master had stopped the rubbing. The jounin looked back at the wolf, Itachi's eye twitched in anger when the male kissed the wolf on its head.
Why he wanted to know. Was he jealous?
---flashback---
"My rival of all times and longer! You have done well!" The older one flashed his teeth and did a pose. A bloody thumb was raised to praise the younger male, who sat on the ground heaving heavily. The silver haired boy looked up, his visible eye showing signs of a bruise.
He muttered a "Thank you…" and coughed. The older male kneeled down next to the boy and placed a bloody hand on his shoulder. "You ok?" He asked and the boy tried to nod. "Come on, get up." The black haired male smiled and picked the boy up, forcing him on his feet.
"Thanks." The boy whispered and looked up, a blush appearing just above his visible eye. The older male smiled at the 15-year old.
When he realised he had been staring at the youngster the Green Beast backed away. "So… when will you be going on your next mission?" He asked, just to stop the silence. "Two days… I'll be heading to the sandy city." It stayed silent for a while. Far away thunder roared and dark clouds started to collect at the horizon. "How long?" The older male asked once.
It stayed silent, the wind whispering unspoken names and thunder roared three times before the silence was broken again. "How long Kakashi?" More silence, until the boy sighed deeply. "Three months." He whispered, looking up at the other.
"I don't want you to go away for so long. You know that." The boy looked away for a moment, until the other grabbed him by his shoulders, forcing him to look him in the eyes. "I haven't seen you in half a year.
"I'll be back in three months!" Kakashi nearly screamed out. "And just like last time you'll disappear again when you get the chance." The older one tried to sound stern.
"You might loose it again that eye is going to kill you! The last time you were tied to some couch really losing it." Gai grabbed the boy's arm, who struggled with all his might. "Let go! Why do you care!?" They looked at each other in silence.
"I just do." More silence followed. His friend hid his face in his vest, not knowing what to think or do. "I really do." He spoke again, and the boy looked up.
A big hand moved towards the youngsters face and pulled his mask away. They moved closer to each other, not moving for a while as if frozen in time.
Not too far away something stirred. Eyes twitched in annoyance and their corners filled with tears of jealousy. "You'll be mine one day, and then no one will dare to take you away from me." He whispered, soon to disappear in the thin air.
---end flashback---
Itachi had fallen in love with him, and soon the love had become an obsession. He had been waiting for the jounin for 7 years now. Ever since the first time Itachi saw the descended of the Hatake blood, the last of the hounds. It was in a hospital, when the Uchiha had broken his own body. Down the hallway, far away from the room he was treated, after the doctor was done with his endless lecture about 'safety' and 'teamwork'.
---flashback---
"Do you understand boy?" The man was around his sixties, experienced and well taught. And since the boy had tuned out the annoying voice, not to mention that horrible old man breath that all elderly carried, he just looked at the man and nodded.
"Because you should know… " The old man looked away when a nurse entered the room. She screamed something, and within the blink of an eye he ran after her, out of the door and out of sight. The Uchiha was left alone again.
It stayed silent for a while, until an icy scream cut the air like a rusty blade. For a moment it was silent again, until a well know sound followed. The sound of a dull blade slashing through a body, cutting flesh and hacking bones. Several screams pursued the sounds of horror, and scattering glass could be heard falling on the ground.
"Keep him down dammit!" Echoed through the cold corridor. The Uchiha had found himself curious, hopping towards the half closed door of his room. Another scream echoed, and the boy lost his balance, tripping over his broken foot and falling through the door on the cold floor. Another doctor ran down the hallway and into the last room. For a moment he just stared into the direction he was soon to follow, sounds of a struggle were heard at the end of his new destination.
Why he didn't know, but at the last scream he heard, the need to get there became greater. This scream was hollow, but again sad and furious, almost bestial. As the boy moved slowly towards the last door, the struggle seemed to get worse as he got closer. "The scalpel! Get the scalpel!" Was screamed, but another hack soon followed, more cries of frustration and fear followed after.
Just a few more steps, and the boy would be able to see through that last door, to see who, or what for this matter, was causing this riot. Before the youngster reached the door, a last hack was heard and blood flew through the opening of the door. It splashed against the floor and even the wall behind it, forming an unknown symbol. A body fell and a gurgling noise rolled over the floor, not stopping as other sounds moved on.
"Keep him down!" Was the voice of the man that was treating Itachi's wounds some time ago. The boy peeked around the door, into the room of chaos. Near the door, who he recognized as the hysterical nurse from a few moments ago, lay in a pool of her own blood. The red essence was dripping down her face from her mouth. A pair of crystal blue eyes slowly moved towards the boy, until the gurgling stopped and all signs of life left her body.
Loosing his interest in the now dead body the young male looked at the struggling pile of people who lay in the middle of the room. Three nurses, two male and one female, were holding an aggressive body down. Aiding them was the old doctor, the others he didn't knew. A last doctor was standing next to two more bodies, trying her best to fill a needle. She seemed to have trouble for her hands were shaking as if an earthquake was going on. But that didn't matter to the boy anymore.
Beneath the pile of specialists, another male was forced against the floor. He was covered in blood and gore, even his ashen hair was soaked. He had his eyes closed, his left eye was crossed by a long scar, that ended halfway along his cheek. Another small scar was placed next to it, demanding more attention because it was fresh. Its stitches were broken, allowing blood to ooze over his face.
"What's taking so long!" One of the nurses cried and he received a kick from the silver haired male. He fell on the floor coughing. The last doctor made her way towards the pile of humans, holding the head of the silver haired one to the side. She pushed a long needle into the youngster's neck. A shudder crept over Itachi's spine when the eyes of the male jerked open. One eye, blue as sapphire, seemed to scream in pain. And one red eye, swirling in hate, screaming wrath and abhorrence.
He hissed, then his body fell limb, eyes slowly closing, but not forgetting their fury. The chaos ended, and within moments the nurses were getting supplies to treat the now sleeping male. The cut on his face was the least of their worries. Many deep cuts and bruises adored his uncovered skin, and by the way his skin was positioned in some areas, bones were severely damaged. Broken, or maybe even crushed.
But from that moment on, the Uchiha would never forget the look the male had given him.
---end flashback---
Those eyes, those beautiful eyes. They showed who the jounin really was. Like an animal, beautiful but deadly. From the most poisonous bug to the most unpredictable hunter, not giving way of his thoughts, his intentions. A wild animal, unpredictable, and untamed.
But Itachi would tame him. Submit the bloodwolf to his every command and…
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"Where the fuck did he go?" With the grace of a feline Itachi jumped onto the ground. Desperately looking around, a trace of the wolf led towards an unknown destination. But Kakashi had left nothing. Making a mental note never to lose himself in thought like this again the warrior dashed after the wolf, swiftly and down wind. He stopped when the wolf came into sight again.
Itachi let out a small sigh of relief when he realised his prey was sitting on the wolf's back, grinning widely. It seemed the jounin was really loosing it this time. Then something hit the black haired male. Why was he loosing it? It seemed he had screwed up on of the seals, but which one? And how bad was the jounin screwed up?
"Crap."
After a while the wolf stopped and Kakashi, not really gracefully, jumped off, landing on his butt. He let out a dorky 'heh heh' and fell silent.
Kakashi just sat there, in the wet grass, the wolf minding his own business. It was silent the whole time, the jounin slowly slipping into trance, a higher form of thinking. His mind was dulling from cyclone to just a breeze. "Uhhn." He whimpered when a cold feeling crept over his spine. This wasn't just a cold, this was the aura of another. Slowly the jounin lowered his head, hiding as much of his face as he could with his ashy hair.
He was coming.
Longer he stayed silent, letting him come. "What do you want?" He whispered softly, the wind carrying his words away. A wet nose against his neck made his hair stand up straight, but he wasn't startled. He needed to give the beast a new name, but when he thought about naming it he would forget. And if he would manage to name it, he would just forget the name as well. He could barely remember his own name.
The wolf started to whine, pushing against the jounin, begging him to get up. But he didn't, and the wolf left it at that, taking a few nervous steps around his new master. It made one last whimper before it turned away from him and left, jogging away from any harm.
Not far away two obsidian eyes looked at what happened, before their owner moved between the leaves from his hiding place towards his prey. Like a ghost Itachi moved towards his prey, knowing Kakashi had sensed his presence a long time ago. Getting his guard up and steadying his heartbeat for action the Uchiha stopped a safe distance from the troubled jounin. He had no idea what to say so a sigh of relief almost left his lips when a pale face turned to him, that one red eye piercing all what not.
A pair of thin trembling lips parted for a moment, closed again and opened to form words. "I don't know who you are, so why am I afraid of you?" Not a question Itachi thought to receive.
"Is there anything you do know?"
"You're scared of me."
"…"
"You're in love, it's like you really need something, like and obsession, making you helpless."
"… …"
Silence followed, giving Itachi enough time to rethink his strategy. Kakashi had improved, both physically and mentally. But something had gone wrong, it just had to be. Kakashi seemed scared and unknowing. Itachi had to figure out how the jounin's mind was working now. Deciding this stillness was going on to long the Uchiha spoke again.
"What do you want then?"
"I want… I don't know. … I want you dead."
"…!"
"You're trying to stall time so your friend can get some help."
"…!?"
For a moment time stood still. Kakashi seemed to have lost himself in thought again, the other male didn't know if this was a good or a bad sign. Ryu could get here any moment now with assistance, but Itachi wasn't sure anymore if that would be enough.
"Do you really think I can beat you to a bloody pile of organs?"
"…?"
"Because I really want to."
Your end will be sweeter then death.
And slower and more painful then the stroke of a Wormgod.
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1: Itako: cleans out haunted houses and possessed people. When the spirit is repelled from a possessed one, the Itako chooses and object (or in the worst case ever know ((the grudge 2 is a good example, I know cheesy.)) another person, mostly children because they are pure) and seal the ghost in there until it will be tamed and is released.
There I did it, I broke the chapter in two because it would be too much to read. (Still around 9 pages but hey) I didn't reread it because I had written this a few times. Next chapter won't take so long since I almost finished it. It's really stupid but I started writing on of Itachi's memories, so I never begin with the beginning, and I didn't know how long this chapter would be XD.
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