Pretty Disclaimer: The characters of Naruto are not my own!
Warning(s): This story contains dark and suggestive material. Don't complain about it.
II. Surface
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Itachi put a hand over my mouth and pressed his chest against my back. His breath was hot on my ear, and my body was quivering with fear.
"Don't you trust me, otouto?" He nibbled on my ear and slowly slid his hand from over my mouth.
"Why can't we tell anyone about this? I don't want to play anymore, Nii-san. Please," I whispered as he tugged my shirt over my head.
"Everyone does this, Sasuke, and this makes me happy. You like making me happy." It wasn't a question, for I loved making Itachi smile and laugh. "Tonight, I'll let you touch me. Would you like that, otouto?" He looked me in the eyes as his hands trailed over my bare flesh.
"Yes, Nii-san." I was obedient and naïve.
I hit my knees off my desk and bolted upright. Iruka-sensei had a hand on my shoulder, and he was asking me if I were all right. All around me, students were staring at me with worried and surprised expressions. Had I said anything aloud?
"Go get a drink of water, Sasuke." Iruka-sensei handed me a hall pass and helped me out of my desk. "Do you need someone to go with you?" I wanted to say that I was capable of walking, but my knees were shaking too bad. "Neji, go with Sasuke. Everyone else, get back to your tests." Iruka-sensei let his gaze linger on me for a little longer, and I felt as if I were on the witness stand all over again.
Neji didn't touch me as we left the classroom, nor did he show any signs of assisting me with walking. He had done this with me a thousand times, and he knew I didn't want to be touched unless it was absolutely necessary. He never asked questions. I never supplied any information.
"Hang on," I said as we stopped before my locker.
I slid my key into the lock and then swung the metal door open. Sitting on the top shelf was a bottle of my beloved pills. Thirty milligrams of Paxil. A blue pill made everything better. I retrieved a single pill and then closed my locker, returning to the patient Hyuuga Neji.
I'd only had to take my medication in school a few times. Ever since I heard of Itachi's homecoming, I'd been taking the maximum dosage whenever I could. The medication made me drowsy, but I needed it. I needed to feel strong. I needed to forget what happened. According to the courts, Itachi had made vast improvements. He was a changed man. I wish I could have changed for the better.
"You were on the news," Neji spoke after I'd managed to take the pill and get a drink from the water fountain.
"Oh?" My mask was back in place, even as the pieces began to fall away on the inside.
"Raped by your own brother...," Neji trailed off and just shook his head.
"..." I stopped in my tracks and stared at him in horror.
"You didn't know," he frowned.
Slowly, I shook my head and began to back away. I grabbed my head as thousands of terrible scenarios played within my mind. I imagined the isolation I would face, the torture, the taunts, and the humiliation. The police had promised me that it would be kept off the radar. I didn't want anyone to know. I didn't want...
"Everyone knows?" I looked into Neji's light orbs, hoping for a good response.
"His release and registration as a sex offender sparked quite a story for the local news stations and newspapers. It's hard to believe that it happened to you, Uchiha." Neji was neither mocking me nor comforting me, but I felt a tear stream down my cheek.
A few heads were poking out of the classrooms that lined the hall. I turned to see all of the people looking at me, and it felt as if I were suffocating. The hallway began to spin, and Neji's voice began to fade. I was sweating and crying, and I felt something warm running down my right leg. I fainted.
His groaning only served to increase the rate of my tears. One. Two. Three and four. The droplets landed on his best sheets. When he came, my salty tears were joined with another salty fluid.
I thought that I would leave—that the game would be over—but he grabbed my arm and pulled me towards him. At the last moment, he changed the long-standing rules of our game. For a few minutes, he just ran his hands over my body, but then, he grabbed my cock.
I was nine years old, and he was fourteen. He told me to get on my hands and knees, as if I were going to crawl away. I was scared, and I told him that I was tired. He laughed, and then I let out a muffled scream as he shoved two fingers into my ass.
"You'll like this, otouto. You'll feel me inside of you." Itachi leaned down and left a single kiss on the back of my neck.
My face was wet with tears as he rammed into me. He was very forceful, and he didn't seem to care how bad I was suffering. His groaning drowned out my low moans of pain. He was having so much fun with me.
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I sat on the floor of the laundry room, staring down at the polished wood. My father was lecturing me from within the kitchen, and my mother was trying to calm him down. After I passed out, the school called my parents to take me home. I was fifteen years old, and I was escorted home like a baby. Imagine my embarrassment when I realized that I had wet my pants.
"He had a bad day, Fugaku. We should let him get some rest," my mother spoke softly, placing a hand upon my father's arm.
"A bad day?! He's fifteen years old, and—Kami-sama—he wet his pants like some kind of child. My son. My fifteen-year-old son. He needs to go back to counseling," my father said and slammed his coffee mug down on the kitchen counter. "If Itachi were here—," he was cut off by my mother's sharp intake of breath.
I opened the door of the dryer and took my pants out, slipping them back on over my blue boxers. I couldn't think of anything to say or do, so I just walked out of the laundry room and towards the stairs. My father preferred his rapist son over me. Would I always be in Itachi's shadow—even as he raped me for all to see?
"Mikoto, stop protecting him. He'll realize that he needs to move on." My father didn't understand.
I closed my bedroom door behind myself and melted into the silence. Sitting at my computer desk, I stared out at my room with distant, uninterested eyes. I never noticed how foreign and empty my bedroom was. It held no homely touches—only an old family photo. Leaning over, I turned the photo face-down and hit the button on my answering machine.
"Sasuke, it's Sakura...Haruno Sakura. You know, the girl that sits behind you in your first, second—er, I mean, a girl from school. I was wondering if you were doing okay. If you need anything, I'm here for you." There was a small click to signal that she had hung up, and the next message began playing.
"Listen, if you got a call from Sakura, just ignore her. It's Ino, Yamanaka Ino. I sent you the card and flowers when you were in the hospital, remember? I heard about your brother, and I can't believe he'd do such a thing. You must be so brave to put—." I skipped her message, slowly removing my finger from the button that would delete her annoying voice.
"Hello, otouto." I fell out of my desk chair and crawled away from the machine.
The message was a simple greeting, and then it faded to absolute silence. Just when I thought that the message was over, I heard his voice again.
"I know how much you've missed our game. This time, I'll be more careful about where we play. I'll see you soon." The machine announced that it was the end of my messages, but I was hyperventilating.
My mother began knocking on my door and tugging at the handle, but I must have locked it on my way in. Everything in my line of sight began to fade to white, and the sounds around me became muffled. All things were melding into one. I wondered if I were dying.
"Sasuke!" My mother shook my shoulders, and my father kneeled down, the phone in hand.
"Should I call the paramedics?" My father paused, his fingers on the digits.
"Oh, Sasuke." My mother hugged me as I began to come around. "What happened? You were having another panic attack," she said, her eyes full of unshed tears.
"Itachi. He called, and he said...he said," I stopped, unable to continue.
My father put the phone back onto my desk and hit the button for the answering machine. He skipped over Sakura's message, then Ino's. The next thing I knew, I was hearing Naruto's voice.
"Sasuke?! Are you okay? Iruka-sensei said you went home for the day. Is everything all right?! You bastard, pick up the phone! Call me back!" I thought I heard the familiar click, but his voice returned. "It's Naruto." It was only Naruto.
"He left me a message. I heard his voice," I said as my parents stared at me.
"Honey, you didn't get enough sleep. Get into bed, I'll fix you something light for dinner. Would you like that?" My mother kissed me on the forehead and ruffled my hair, almost as if I were her little boy again.
"Itachi isn't allowed to call here. Listen to your mother and get to bed. I'm on patrol tomorrow morning, and I don't need anymore action tonight," my father sighed, rubbing his right temple.
Closing my eyes, I listened to their retreating footsteps. I had heard Itachi. I was so sure of it. Was I losing my mind? I stripped down to my boxers, grabbed the cordless phone, and walked over to my bed. Outside, the sun was shining, but my blinds blocked the heavenly rays out.
"Do you think I'm crazy?" I didn't bother with a greeting, for the person knew my voice by heart.
"What? Did someone tell you that?!" Naruto asked in a loud tone.
"Shh!" I heard someone say from the background.
"Be quiet, I can't hear!" Naruto scolded the person. "Sorry about that, I'm in detention. I spilled my ramen on Kakashi-sensei's car, and he thought he was the one suffering. That was my lunch," Naruto frowned and pouted.
"You idiot, you never answered my question." I pulled the covers over myself and stared up at the milky ceiling, imagining that Itachi were dead in a ditch.
"You aren't crazy," Naruto said in a softer tone. "You're the best person I know." I glanced over at the bottle of Paxil, contemplating taking my next dose an hour or two earlier than scheduled.
"Have you ever been afraid, Naruto?" I folded an arm behind my head and let my eyes stray from the bottle of medication.
"Everyone's been afraid at least once. My uncle, the pervy sage, said that fear is a part of life. He said it after having one too many servings of sake, but I believe him." I could just imagine the look on Naruto's face as he spoke the words, and the corner of my mouth curved up into a slight smile. "Are you afraid?" Naruto asked in a small voice, almost as if he were afraid to offend me.
"..." I imagined seeing my brother's face after years without him. "All the time," I sighed.
I made up an excuse to get off the phone and turned onto my stomach. Staring off to the side, I stared at one of my bookshelves. In the second row, I stored my favorite childhood storybook. Itachi was the last one to read from its pages. I remember how he'd put the book aside and rested his hand on my leg. It wasn't the first nor the last time he'd touched me, but it was another terrible memory.
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Author Rant
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So far, this story focuses on Sasuke. I am not sure how my other chapters will be, but I'd like to say a few things. I do not write porn. If any readers are looking for some hot ItaSasu action, reconsider. There will be smut, but patience is a virtue. I write stories, not porn. Any smut within this story is strictly for the plot.
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