Hi everyone! Thanks for all the reviews and I am going to have to apologize to anyone who is a bit too sensitive for this material, the following chapter took me a bit of courage to write, its not a subject I take lightly and would have much preffered it differently, it just seemed perfect and explained the Raven's later actions. I'm SORRY!!!! So plz dont burn me, but I would still like to read what you thought so don't forget to REVIEW!!!!!!!

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Naruto entered Sasuke's room ready to feed him delicious ramen. He asked Chouji to prepare it despite the fact the prince hated the soup.

"You know I hate ramen."

"And you know I don't care." the fox's grin made him want to punch the asshole.

"I'm not eating it." He folded his arms over his chest and looked away.

"Aw come on Sasuke!" He suddenly smiled and started making the spoon "fly" as he made it go around. "Here comes the plane…" He was furious when the Uchiha pursed his lips.

"What am I five?"

"Sure as hell seems like it."

"Look-" He had a spoon pushed in damaging his taste buds; it seems Naruto had forgotten to blow on it to cool it down. He instantly sprayed the soup out without warning. "What's wrong with you?!" The blonde was so lucky his master was still weak.

"If you won't eat I'll force you." Naruto took another spoon full. He never realized how strong the Teme's lips could be. He took a sip. Just as he thought, it worked.

He held on to his wrist as he gently kissed him. Sasuke was tense at first but instantly relaxed. The kiss had caught him by surprise but was now used to it. He felt the warm liquid of the soup pour in his mouth, he expected noodles since he saw Naruto spoon in some, but there was none.

"Che." 'Couldn't help but eat some yourself eh dobe?' He looked at the calendar across the room. November 16...

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"Nii-san?" Sasuke was four. He had never witnessed his brother cry before. He had always held such a cool exterior; it was weird seeing it shattered. Itachi sat at the foot of his bed. He crouched as he held his face. Sniffles came from his lips. The small genius had suffered an intense beating from his father only to have shown a flaw in public.

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They had, had dinner with the Hyuugas. They discussed the fate of their children. Itachi was to marry Hinata. He was complimented on how perfect he was. Today was not his day, his stomach quenched as the food threaten to come out. Just as he was asked a question, he ran off. Word had spread like a virus.

"Did you hear Itachi ran off in the middle of dinner?"

"Honestly, such manners!"

"Isn't he a genius?"

"I would be too with the bags under his eyes, but I prefer sleep."

Itachi was dubbed unattractive. If it wasn't for his status of royalty and the history of the powerful Uchihas, Itachi would mainly be ignored. Many judged how unattractive he was with the signs of insomnia placed beneath his eyes. He had to be perfect. And thus running off in the middle of dinner in front of such an important guest was by far inexcusable.

He tried to explain his reasons to his father , but the older man was deaf to his pleads. He received a heavy beating and was sent to his room. The palace heard his cries.

"You call yourself a prince?!" He received another blow.

"Ahhh!"

"Stop screaming!" Blow. "I wont stop until you cease screaming!" His lips began to bleed as the young prince bit them hard to keep his cries to himself.

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"I had to throw up…" He whispered. He held his stomach. Sasuke closed the door gently behind him and ran to his brother.

"Oh, Aniki…" He whispered a mournful sigh. The small raven wrapped his arms around the genius in an attempt of comfort.

"You believe me right?" He blushed, foolished to be the laughing stock of the kingdom.

"Always…I love you Nii-san." The hug intensified. Itachi leaned on his little brother's shoulder. It was nice…His natural perfume was soft. The sweet smell of innocence filled his nostrils. Sasuke gasped as he felt his brother's arms wrap around his tiny waist.

"You always know what to say…Sasuke…Thank you…"

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Itachi always seemed to hold a cool exterior that was slowly driving him crazy. He was praised by many for being a genius but was expected to be perfect. One mistake left people talking for weeks. It took him months to regain his composure.

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Sasuke watched as Itachi practiced. He seemed to be very gifted with the sword. The small boy watched as his brother performed the art of slaughter.

He practiced with polls that randomly popped up. His eyes were covered. He was only ten and had already mastered over a thousand ways to kill an enemy. Kakashi was running out of strategies to teach him. What his sensei taught someone in eight years, he learned in one.

The small cub was the only one who knew the real Itachi. The prince rarely smiled but was always in a good mood when he was alone with his younger brother.

"Aniki your so good…" He was in a state of awe. Marveled by his swift movements. Practice was over. The older Uchiha lifted his blind fold and looked at his little brother. He smiled.

"Can you teach me?"

"How about tomorrow?"

"You always say that!" The younger prince groaned. "Your always too busy."

Itachi sighed and signaled the cute little prince over. He poked his forehead and forced him to turn around. He placed his hands over Sasuke as they both held the sword. Itachi was behind him. The essence of the older prince overflowed the space around him.

"Relax." His small body was tense. The whisper caused butterflies in the pit of his stomach. "You have to learn to let go."

Sasuke took a deep breath and managed to calm his nerves.

"Your aim isn't going to be very good if you don't pay attention…" Itachi whispered. Sasuke had looked away, trying to avoid having his blush be noticed.

"Oh…" He forced his head to look again. He tensed once more. "Relax…" The command was murderous yet sensual…Soft and sinful. The smaller boy began to breath slowly again, but relaxing was a seemingly impossible task.

"Sasuke…" He turned around only to be caught by smooth lips. They sent him in an instant trance. His knees were weak and he seemed to be walking on clouds…His tiny body was relaxed. Itachi guided him as he taught him how to maneuver the sword.

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The royal brothers decided to ignore that event. They went about their lives as they always did. Everything seemed to go back to normal. Sasuke watched Itachi practiced. They hung out, but seemed to always avoid each other's faces.

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At the age of eight, Sasuke's life took a weird twist.

It was five in the morning. He felt smooth lips trickle around his. The soft warm breathing that warmed his skin comforted him. He knew it wasn't his…It was fading…

fading…

gone… He slowly opened his eyes…looked at his doors; He had caught the back of his brother's hair. The door closed. He rubbed his eyes. Clearly he was…er…dreaming?

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Itachi noticed Sasuke's popularity soar high during the age of eleven. Many kingdoms wanted to unite to the Uchiha's, kingdoms that had great privileges.

Itachi was forced into marrying Hinata thanks to a pact, but Sasuke was free to choose whom he wanted. What his father dreamt of achieving with Itachi managed to accomplish with Sasuke. And what he dreamt of was more power.

What Itachi had studied, worked his butt off to enter only to be an 'option'. Sasuke was able to enter with no problem. The king always seemed to be in a lighter mood with his little brother.

The truth was Sasuke was no genius, he was just extremely handsome. The nation was very shallow.

Bottom line, Itachi was jealous. It wasn't fair, Just because his face wasn't perfect, his nose was always stuck in a book, and he refused to do anything about his hair, which was always in a ponytail, didn't mean he was less than the raven. Even if he did try his best to look better, it was an impossible task.

What had taken him months to recover only took his brother minutes. Whenever Sasuke made a mistake, which was more than Itachi, most would just shrug it off by saying:

"He must be tense with his duties, poor thing."

"Boys will be boys."

VS Itachi's

"That must be embarrassing, He (Itachi) should know better."

"This is our future king? Place a crown upon a baboon and the result is the same."

It wasn't fair! Sasuke was just that, a pretty face. He had no talent and was not as good as his brother. Without his looks, he was nothing.

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November 16...

Today was the day their father chose who got to keep the magnificent royal palace. It was one of the biggest buildings in the world, not to mention the most privileged.

Itachi's exterior was as cool as ever, but his insides were burning with excitement. He had waited for this day. All those hours of cramming his mind with history, knowledge and strategy. All of it was for this. This was it. All his work was about to pay off.

"The kingdom shall belong to Uchiha…" The king began. Both brothers kneeled before him. Patiently waiting for their fates to come to light. The country bared witness, many held in their breaths. The tension was unbearable. Sasuke felt indifferent. He knew it was going to go to Itachi.

'Father always brags about what a fine king he would be.' He cast side glances at Itachi who, despite their bowed heads, sported a faint smirk.

"Sasuke." The king announced.

'WHAT!' Both boys' heads snapped up in surprise. Little Sasuke was surprised. He was soon crowded with congratulatory gestures. He couldn't see Itachi who had already stormed off to his room.

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That night Sasuke was woken by the sound of a shutting door. He knew no one would hurt him which was why there was no need for a lock.

He opened his eyes slowly. He managed to make out a blurry figure.

"Aniki?" He witnessed a now not so blurry Itachi come closer holding a rope and a rag. He sat up in an instant. "What are you- mnn!" He was silenced as a rag was forcefully placed over his mouth. Itachi straddled him and placed his hands over his head. With one hand, he held the defenseless raven's wrists and used the rope to tie him to the bed. The mattress creaked nosily as a panicking Sasuke struggled.

"You think your so fucking high and mighty just because you won the palace?" He tightened the rope. Sasuke felt his hands lose oxygen. It was starting to sting. "Why did father choose you? Wait, I know." He grabbed a fist full of hair as he painfully yanked his face close. He inspected his frightened expression. He despised his attractive features. "Because of your looks. Because the country is shallow, blinded by looks, and having REAL talent wasted. I fucking hate you!" He pulled his hair harder.

"Mmm!" Protested a small Uchiha.

"You are weak!" He grinned maliciously. "You don't deserve to be a king, or a man!" He began to undress the poor raven. Tears began to form as trust broke.

'How could he do this to me? Aniki…I…'

"I'll turn you into a woman…a vulnerable woman…" He whispered murderously. Sasuke felt his insides burn with humiliation as he was dubbed female. "I studied for this moment, fucked my features to acquire the mind of a genius!" Sasuke's eyes went wide as Itachi forced his legs above his own arms and inserted his member inside a virgin's entrance. "Look at me!" He hissed as his little brother looked away. He grabbed his chin with great force. "Look at me!" He thrusted. Sasuke shut his eyes. God it was painful. He cried and screamed. His insides tore.

"Mnn!" He cried as hot liquid trickled down his rear.

"Cant handle it? Bleed…" He tore the insides as he forced himself harder. It was painful. Sasuke felt as if a burning knife was forced inside of him. the lone wolf sobbed. He felt worthless, vulnerable and extremely shitty. Itachi took off his rag. He wanted to hear him beg.

"Nii-san…(sob)…I thought…" His throat burned. His eyes were red and his entrance bled.

"You can't think, you cant even defend yourself, letting me do this to you…How pathetic!" He pulled out after many intense thrusts. "You are weak. Hate me, despise me. I know you have no friends, everyone hates you. You are worthless…"

The door slammed closed. Itachi was gone. He had taken the rag and rope. Sasuke looked at the red marks left on his wrists. He rubbed them and rolled over as he cried. He held his head and crouched. He didn't want to see it, feel it, his vulnerability. The blood in his sheets began to stiffen.

He absently looked at whatever his eyes felt like watching. Although he stared at the closet, his mind was on Itachi. He trusted him…He loved him…He would have died for him…but now… His soul was torn as his body was violated. He hated the world, but most of all he hated Itachi.

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Naruto was an outlet. Sasuke projected all of his feelings on him. He began ignoring the world and focused only on the fox. Itachi was dead to him. He didn't want to give his brother the pleasure of humiliation as he wanted him to become his pet. Fuck no! From that day on he locked his door everyday. His mind was distracted as he and Naruto fought to be the best with challenges. The fox changed his life.

Itachi noticed Sasuke went from a dark figure to someone who was somewhat happier, and the cause of his happiness was Naruto. Sure he liked making the servant suffer but that was just a projected feeling of the result he wanted to get from Itachi.

The older prince saw the small blond crying after Sasuke announced who his new wife was going to be.

"But he doesn't know how to properly take notes as a scroll writer." His father said after Itachi told him he wanted Naruto as his scroll boy.

"I can teach him." Unable to change his son's persistent mind, the king agreed. And thus Naruto was absent from the Uchiha dynasty for five years. Gloomed by the memories of his brother, Sasuke vowed he was going to surpass Itachi. He trained, as hard as he could with one goal in mind…Beating Itachi…

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Rape is hatred...Those who rape dont understand that they are destroying the soul of their victim. It is a memory that takes years and sometimes never goes away. I've met many victims and have seem how they have tried commiting suicide once or twice, sometimes even more. REAL MEN DONT RAPE. Or women or whatever. Again I'm sorry if I offended anyone.

The reason why I did this was because in the show Itachi killed his soul by slaughtering his family, but obviously doesnt do that in here. Still I wanted it to stick to the characters so he killed Sasuke's soul a different way.

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