The Perfect Plan
ItaSasu
Author's Note: Long delay… o.o Well I reread a couple of chapters today. The cooking one mainly, and the lemon before I got embarrassed and stopped. xD I really like the cooking chapter actually. Heheh. I… can't really think of anything to say now, so I'll just go ahead and write the chapter.
Chapter 19 – Sweet Submission
"You're crushing my hand, Sakura-chan!!"
"WAAAAAH!"
"…"
These are the first words to reach its ears. Its little ears. It was scooped into the arms of a medic-nin clad in white, who cut the cord and bathed it.
…it was so small…
I was nudged out of the way as the medic carried it round to the mother. Naruto stepped back on the other side of the bed, nursing his red, mangled fingers and I leant coolly against the wall, observing.
The girl reached out to receive the child. Its eyes opened as her hands touched it. And at that moment, its eyes made direct contact with mine.
Wow.
Something weird happened to me just then. I realized how real the baby was. It was a real person. I had given life to it.
"Congratulations, you have a lovely little boy," the medic smiled and Sakura cradled it in her arms.
He was so small and so delicate. I couldn't believe my eyes. The revival of the Uchiha clan – he was the key to it – and my job was to protect him and teach him. I watched his tiny hands opening and closing and legs twitching as he figured out how to use his limbs. As he was rested down in Sakura's arms, he looked around, confused for a moment, before bursting into tears.
I stepped forward and looked down at the baby. "Taro," I stated.
Sakura glanced up at me, "What?"
I closed my eyes, a little irritated that she didn't understand. "His name."
She looked back down at the baby. My baby. "…Taro…" she mused, stroking the baby's small amount of dark hair back and I could tell she didn't like the name. It was the role of the father to choose the baby's name, so she was unable to disagree with me and I smirked to myself.
"He's so cute!" Naruto exclaimed. "Can I hold him? Can I hold him?"
"No," I said firmly, stepping nearer to the bed. He's mine. A person I had created. "I want to hold him."
"Wrap him in this," suggested the medic, holding up a white toweled blanket. I watched as Sakura lifted the crying baby so that the medic nin could fold the blanket around him. Then, she held the baby out to me.
I reached for him, then froze. Wait… how do you hold a baby…?
Naruto laughed out loud, clutching his side (which I thought was a bit excessive), "You look like such an idiot!" and even Sakura laughed a little. I frowned, humiliated and pissed off.
The medic nin helped me by telling me what to do. "Hold his body on your arm like that, there… and make sure you support his little head in your hand, that's very important. Good. And just, that's right, put your other arm around like that. Lovely."
Taro… He wriggled around in my arms a little and grabbed a tight handful of my shirt. I stood there awkwardly, wondering what to do. I might look a bit stupid if I tried to rock him.
"Be quiet," I said, starting to get a headache from Taro's wailing. Unfortunately he continued, if not louder than before.
Sakura laughed at me, damnit, "He's just a baby, Sasuke. Relax, you're so stiff. He'll sense your discomfort."
I tried to relax a little. I concentrated on holding him as best I could. I became aware of just how warm he was, and so light too. Lighter than I had expected. He had a little round face, the tiniest mouth and nose and two huge, dark eyes. He had my eye colour. Hair colour too. Excellent. He was a true Uchiha. I wondered how old he would be when he acquires his first stage Sharingan. I was so deep in thought that I didn't realize Taro had stopped crying.
"Hey, he likes the teme," Naruto gasped, annoyingly shocked.
I felt a woosh of pride returning to me: I stopped the kid crying. Not Sakura. Or the medic. Me. I must be a natural at this, I thought smugly.
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The next time I saw him must have been almost a year later. He was asleep. Obviously, because it was all part of the plan. I walked slowly over his futon, watching him, fidgeting. I extended my arm and dropped the pill down into his open mouth. As expected, it fizzed slightly before dissolving and sliding down his throat. He wouldn't wake for another eight hours.
I crouched down beside him, wrapped him in his covers and lifted him across my arms before making my way calmly back to the open window.
Noiselessly, we moved over the roofs above the sleeping town and within moments were over the wall and in the forest, undetected. It took an hour to get to the meeting point and I arrived first. Seconds later though, I was joined by Kisame. He wasn't the stealthiest in Akatsuki (I was), but it was easier for him than Deidara or Sasori. For example, Sasori is extremely slow when kitted out in all his puppet skins and Deidara's techniques are as far from stealthy as one could imagine. So Kisame was the only choice left.
Anyway, Kisame carried a bundle of boy too and we made off with our hostages in the direction of our rebuilt base. It was located on a small island off the west coast of the Water Country. With ease, we dashed across the sea to our base. From where we were, it would take six hours to get there. We ran, unhindered and arrived outside the concealed cave entrance.
I had much preferred the old base because it was somewhat comfortable and homey. This one was rocky, cold and stank of fish. Kisame loved it.
After releasing the seals on the cave opening, we entered, carrying our captives towards the cells. It would be another hour before he woke, I mused, as I placed him in his cell.
On he slept, ignorant that he'd just been carried over the sea in just his nightwear and bedsheets. I pulled back the sheets a little, curious as to what he was wearing. A simple black t-shirt. Folding the cotton fabric back further, I discovered he had on black shorts. It looked like he had just gone to bed without changing. I raised my eyebrows at the thought and wondered why – had he been in a rush? Wanted to be all ready and dressed for the next day? Or was he so tired he didn't care?
I heard footsteps and in the doorway stood Kisame. He had already locked up his hostage in the other, much higher security cell.
I wanted to be there when Sasuke woke up, but I knew there were other things that needed to be tended to, so, reluctantly, I tucked the sheets under his chin and left him, locking the heavy door behind him. As I did, I felt a sudden rush of excitement. The next stage of my perfect plan was now in motion.
Both of us went to our beds to catch the three or so hours of sleep we could before we had to be up again.
One time, I woke to the sound of distant cries... I smiled before rolling over and going back to sleep.
We were all up early to eat and discuss the actions of the day. There was myself, Kisame, Deidara, Sasori, Zetsu, Hidan, Kakuzu and Tobi. The leader was "on business" as he had put it and we were always unsure of when he would return. The food had been prepared by two women we had captured from the Lightning country (neither was a shinobi, so they were easy to take care of). Sometimes we used the women for ourselves in ways other than cooking and cleaning, which was a bonus as they couldn't fight back.
Once Zetsu had returned from taking the women back to their cells, we began business.
"So today's the day we finally finish this, yeah," Deidara stated, reaching for the water jug.
"About damn time," Sasori interjected, "Seven years. I don't like to be kept waiting all the time."
Kisame joined in, his mouth full of raw fish (he chose to eat that while the rest of us ate normal food), "Yeah, it took long enough. I'm tired of never knowing what's going through the Leader's mind."
I watched Tobi. He had removed his mask. Underneath was a young face, with dark brown eyes. He was only seventeen years old, but due to his lack of education and life growing up without family, he always behaved like a ten-year-old. Don't get me wrong, he was a powerful shinobi, but sometimes his childishness could get irritating.
"Tobi's a good boy," he muttered and he put the food in his mouth, obviously having completely overlooked his chopsticks.
Anyway, we discussed the way we would conduct our day's business and when. Six o'clock was to be the time it began. That is, the acquirement of the Kyuubi.
After eating, I walked over to the cellblock, keen to see how my little brother was faring. I unlocked the chakra-eating door and opened it a crack. He was sat casually in the corner and I saw the light shining on his piercing gaze.
"So it's you," he said in a monotonous voice.
I shut the door behind me before leaning against it. Inside his new cell there was a chakra-induced artificial light. The bricks in the walls glowed dimly, casting a faint green light on its two inhabitants.
"Why did you bring me here?"
I watched him. He was irritated.
"What do you want with me now?"
I smiled slightly, amused, as he stood up and walked up to me, stopping right in front of me.
He stared, awaiting an answer that I did not give.
He sighed, frustrated. "Itachi…"
I knew he was angry, but there was something else… he seemed awkward, nervous… Excellent.
"Where am I?"
I pushed my hair back from my eyes and watched him curiously as he now paced up and down. He glanced over.
"Answer my fucking questions."
"Don't tell me what to do," I said calmly, matter-of-fact-ly, and smiled as he shuddered.
Licking my dry lips, I asked, "How have you been?"
I was further amused to see how thrown he was by this.
"Hungry?" I questioned.
"…what do you care?" he spat.
"No? And to think I was going to bring you something. Never mind then."
He grunted, annoyed still.
I stared at him for a moment, taking in his facial features, his mannerisms, how he moved. Surprisingly, he reminded me of myself. I noticed him now clenching his fists.
"Calm down," I said simply. He glared back and then jumped a little as I moved over to his bedsheet before sitting down cross-legged and making myself comfortable on it. "Why don't you sit."
Obstinately, he chose to stand.
"Fair enough," I sighed, before getting to the point, "Tell me about Kyuubi."
"…what?" He looked wary.
"What do you know about it?"
He was quiet.
"You do know what it-"
"Yes! Of course I do!" He sounded like a stubborn child.
"Then talk."
"Why?"
I stared forwards, leaning back on my hands and acting relaxed in order to annoy him.
"Why, Itachi?" he urged, with that sound in his voice that reminded me of a child desperate for attention.
I looked over at him.
He stood up straight and folded his arms, "I won't say anything."
I sighed and got up. "Fair enough. I'll go."
I walked to the door.
"No!"
…I smiled to myself, looking back at him out of the corner of my eye. That's what I wanted to hear. "Oh…?" I said.
He stood stiffly, fists clenched by his sides.
Time for some fun… I thought, turning and walking over to him, stopping right before him.
"You want me to stay…?"
He looked up at me, putting on his brave face, but I saw through it. I sensed his longing. As I lifted my hand, he bit his lip hard. Shocked, scared or excited, I didn't care which. I just watched the little bead of red wobbling on his bottom lip… it looked delicious. I raised my eyebrows slightly as I noticed his eyes glued to my rising hand. He swallowed. In a fluid motion, I pressed my thumb over the droplet of blood, holding it against his lip.
In reaction, he flinched slightly and looked at me, wide-eyed. I ran my thumb down his chin, drawing a vertical line of blood down it, causing his mouth to open slightly. I loved how subservient he was.
He tried to move toward me, but I put a finger over his mouth and stopped him. Inwardly, I was smiling. I was in control. I bent my head down, moving closer to his face and stopped, an inch away and moved my hand to hold his jaw firmly between my thumb and index finger.
"Tell me about Kyuubi," I breathed.
He shivered a little, still wide-eyed. "I… I don't know much…"
"Tell me."
"It- It is powerful…"
No kidding.
"Where is it?" I asked, calmly.
"…sealed… away…"
"In a person?"
"…yeah."
I knew everything about the Kyuubi already, more than he did, but I so enjoyed his sweet submission.
"Who is it sealed inside?" I asked, holding his jaw tighter, pressing my fingers hard into his cheek.
"Ngh," he grunted, lifting his arms and holding onto my wrist with both his hands, "…in…"
"Say it."
"…Naruto…"
Good boy.
I smiled triumphantly and leant in as I licked his bittersweet blood from his chin to his lip. He gasped a little as I ran my tongue over his lip once, to catch all the blood. To reward him, I tipped my head and pressed my lips to his, kissing him. I tasted the blood as it mixed in with the hot saliva and it was fantastic.
That was all though. I let go and turned round, casually, as if nothing had happened and made my way back to the door.
"Wait…" he said, "Wait!"
This time I ignored him and shut the door behind me, not looking back. He was mine once again.
Author's note: Wow that took ages to write… Well… yay! Itachi: 1,000,000 - Sasuke: nil.
Well, I am too lazy to put anything here or proof-read cause its 1am and I have school tomorrow. xD I hope you enjoyed the (rather late) chapter and please review and let me know what you thought!
Check out my deviantart account: adeacia dot deviantart dot com – I drew Sasuke and Sakura's baby! Hehehe (the image is called "+ UchihaHaruno Baby +")
Thank you for reading! xxx