Title: Deep Within
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or any of the characters. Don't Own, Don't Sue.
Warning: First Fic. Ever. Incest. Don't like it, don't read.
Flashbacks: italics
Thoughts: '....'
Speech: "..."
People have told me when in a dire situation, there comes hesitance first, denial second and acceptance last. For me however, the steps seemed to twist a little– they seemed to be more like; disgust first, shock second, and absolute hatred last. But as his body weight shifted, I could feel his grip on my wrists slacken. With all my might, I pulled them free, but was faced with another problem; getting him off me would be a whole other matter. He leaned against me, all his weight focused on keeping me down. He leaned back, to stare at me, or (more likely) deciding whether or not to kill me here.
Smirking, he began to lean down once again, only to be roughly pushed off. I was running, again, for my life, trying to reach the door before he got another hold of me. It seemed as if I was in a parallel universe though, every time I took a step, the door seemed to move backwards. I heard that awful chuckling again and knew I wouldn't make it to the door in time. Suddenly, my wrists were seized and I was thrown against the wall. Air whooshed out of my lungs upon contact; apparently there was no hope of escape, so maybe fighting back would work. But, could I stand up against him? Tilting my head to the side, I tried to avoid his gaze, only to have my head snapped back by a sharp backhand. My cheek stung and my mouth hung open. Well, there went that plan– closing my eyes, I tried to find some courage. Anything would work, I just needed to feel anything other then him pushed flush against me.
"Get off me!" I struggled to push off the dead weight. I noticed how my feeble attempts were only succeeding in making him laugh. "Stop this......why...?" I gave up. I, the great Sasuke Uchiha, was reduced to a pile of blubbering mess. It was uncanny; uncalled for. He finally loosened his iron-tight grip on my shoulders, and I lamely slumped to the floor.
"Otouto." he scolded, clicking his tongue. "What has become of you?". He was towering over me, giving me a disdainful look. He began to bend down, and I tucked my knees to my chest in an attempt to be rid of this terror. By now I felt cold. I was numb on the inside, destroyed by this man's convoluted way of showing affection.
"Nothing has changed. Everything has changed..." I whispered, looking up into his eyes. "Since you left, this has been...me. Alone, wrecked, oblivious to anything inside or out. I've kept my life to myself, isolated from the outside world more and more. Don't you see, aniki? Do you see what you have done to my life?!" By this time, I was on my knees, pushing him upwards and back, clinging desperately to his arm, searching for some form of compassion as I had done years ago. "Can you realize how much it hurts?" I wondered, releasing my grip on his arm. I sat back on my legs, head bent. "No one does, but you." I started, looking up again "You should know how I feel better than anyone else. Why can't you just understand that?" Finished, I got up, and began to walk out of the room. This time, he made no sign of movement, granting my freedom.
Sighing, I trekked back to my room and shut the door, not bothering to lock it. Collapsing on my bed, wearily took a breath, exhausted from the events of the night. After what seemed hours, but was only minutes, I fell into a relentless sleep.
I felt like I was falling into a void, but there was a unnatural light at the bottom, and I was rapidly approaching it...
I groaned as I was bathed in that same bright light.
"Uunngghh." it was morning already. As my eyes fluttered open, I realized something was amiss. There was no white in my room, let alone everything being this white..and empty. The bed, the sheets, the walls, the floor. The only thing keeping me from believing this was an alternate universe was the steady beeping of the machines connected to my chest and arms. It smelt foul within the confinements of the room, and I soon realized that it was me. I smelled like him just before he left. The leftover smell of kerosene and blood, rotting flesh and some weird perfume hung on my clothes. It made me feel like retching, but I couldn't move. I was trapped beneath the restraints holding me down, from what though, I couldn't tell. I struggled and kicked. Tried to suck in my stomach to wiggle underneath; but in the end, came to no avail. I laid there, exhausted and began to feel the anesthetic start to sink in. It was a terrible feeling, being between consciousness.
"NO! NO!" I began to cry out. Nurses and doctors ran in, trying to calm me. Needles were injected right and left, and I began to feel as if I was fading in and out of memory...
In the real world, outside of Sasuke Uchiha's dream, nurses and doctors tried to awake the boy who seemed trapped inside a coma, only to partially awaken every few hours to thrash about and to yell to the high heavens. Medical Superior, Tsundae was the best of help, but could only give the Uchiha heir time to escape the nightmare world he was living in, not realizing that he thought that little world was Konohakgure.
"HELP! SOMEONE PLEASE!" I begged, I was terrified by now. How come no one has visited? How come I was the only one here? "WHY IS THIS HAPPENING?!?" I cried out, tears streaming down my face. By then, I deemed rescuing hopeless, unaware that a highly ranked medical team was currently doing all they could to prevent the loss of the last Uchiha....
Panting, I shot up, disturbed by the sudden onslaught of memories. It was all too much to bear. Between the return of him, the dark world of my past, reliving the memories of the ones who were slaughtered before my eyes, and now, the overwhelming feeling of being trapped within a relentless sleep for seven days without anything to do except replay the brutality of the murder of my family. With a choked sob, I collapsed back on the bead, head landing square on....
"AHH!" I shot up, embarrassed to have my head come into contact with his body. He chuckled his deep laugh and pulled me closer to him. I knew by now that struggling would only cause him to try harder, so instead, my body went limp.
He chortled, arms wrapping around my torso, and for the first time in years, oddly, I felt...safe. Secure. For the first time in a while I didn't feel alone. Unconsciously, I leaned back into the embrace, sighing, and relaxed when the soothing sound of breathing filled my ears.
Hands charmingly stroked my hair and I felt myself begin to doze off, resting on top of this man. It felt nice. I enjoyed knowing the fact someone wouldn't be trying to kill me if I were to let my guard down. But just as I began to fall into the darkness of Dreamtime, that familiar chuckling erupted inside my head, and I shot up, trying to claw a way out of the grip around my torso.
"Otouto, tsk tsk. You know better than to run again. Because in the end, we all know who you're going to come running back to." my eyes widened as he hit a nerve inside of me. How dare he tell me who I'll rely on in my time of need! "Yes, that's right. You know it too, don't you. But you're too afraid to accept it. You know you can't accept the fact that you'll always come running home to your own blood. That's the truth. And you know when the time comes that I'll be waiting for you with open arms..." he trailed off, an evil smirk dancing upon lips that uncharacteristically spoke way too many words.
"Th-that's not true!" I defied. But standing up for myself seemed easier said then done.
"Ah, but otouto" he whispered, leaning in so his face was inches away from mine "we all know that's not how you truly feel." and with those last words, his lips descended upon my own, and his arms snaked their way around my body and fingers found purchase on my hips. Whether it be by fear or shock, I was paralyzed and couldn't bring myself to pry out of his arms. He loosened the knot on my headband, and it fell, covering my eyes and blinding me from him. A silent tear ran down my cheek and I felt the grip loosen a bit. Tugging free with a cry, I stumbled backwards, falling to the floor. Lifting my headband, I peeked beneath it, only to be unfortunate enough to see him standing over me. Unwillingly, a shudder ran through my body, and I heard him chuckle.
"You egotistical bastard!" I spat out. Glaring for all I was worth, which apparently was a lot, I snarled and heard him chuckle even louder.
"Ah my foolish otouto, this is why you'll never be able to beat me. You are still too weak." he chuckled again, and his hand cupped my cheek. "But there's one good thing that comes out of this; you're my otouto, my love.." he trailed off, hand skimming across my skin, and exited the room, leaving me to puzzle over what he just said. I peeled off my shirt, which was damp from fear, and stood still, a vacant look in my eyes.
Exhaustion eventually overcame me and I laid down, resting my body, but not my eyes.
For the next few hours I tried to sleep, but was awoken by any noise, even the slightest creaking of the wooden floor. It disturbed me to no end, knowing that I was laying awake in fear of his return. But somewhere deep inside my whole being, I knew it was deeper than that. There was this love that I shouldn't feel. It was an affection that should have been directed toward a female, or even another male, but not him. Life seemed to be getting more and more complicated by the minute as I dug deeper, trying to find some sense within those feelings. It was jumbled, and I couldn't seem to piece the puzzle together.
Frustrated, I arose from the bed, only to be assaulted by no other than him.
"GET AWAY FROM ME YOU PERVERT!" I yelled, struggling to get out of his bone-crushing grasp on my wrists. "Please...you're hurting me!" he ignored my cries, choosing instead to throw me to the floor and straddle my waist. "Wh-what are you doing?!? This isn't right! You shouldn't be doing this!!!" by now, my arms were pinned above my head and my legs were being held down by his own. Then, he laughed. His breath caressed the shell of my ear almost seductively as he whispered.
"You don't know what you're talking about, my otouto. Oh yes, you know this is wrong. Your morals and 'hatred' make you think this is the worst thing out there. You know we shouldn't be doing this, but secretly..." he trailed off, leaning closer, tongue snaking out to, gently, caress my ear. "Secretly, you know you just love this.." he then took my earlobe in his mouth and nibbled, earning a cry of surprise on my behalf. "See, what did I tell you?". The smirk was clearly heard.
He then left me laying there on the cold, hard floor. I was frightened, but most of all, I hated how he could see right through me. I sat up, resting on my elbows. Sighing, I tilted my head to the ceiling and stared at it for what seemed like hours. After a while, I began to pace the room, and eventually, I came to a conclusion.
Wearily, I raised my hands above my head and exclaimed; "I couldn't be falling for my own brother...Could I?"
Little did I know Itachi was standing in the doorframe, wearing that wicked smirk again.