You are one of God's mistakes

H o w I t A c h e s

P a r t IV

When he was younger, Itachi hadn't been very different from Sasuke. He had been naïve and spoiled, before he met a kid named Hoshigaki Kisame. Kisame moved to Otogakure with his family after a hurricane in his previous city.

Never once had Itachi seen an uglier kid.

Since Itachi was beauty and grace personified, he was used to surround himself with beautiful people. His entire clan was beautiful, with the typical Japanese look – dark eyes, pale skin, dark hair and a lean form. Uchihas were almost always a bit taller than the average Asian, and often stood tall over everybody else.

It seemed that the Hoshigaki clan was tall too. Kisame was a lot taller than Itachi now, but Itachi hadn't known that Kisame would become tall when they were younger.

Anyways, Kisame was very ugly. His cheeks were scarred, his eyes were very small and his skin was a grey-blue colour. To say that Kisame was even a little pretty would be a lie. With his muscular and high body, he often came off as grotesque.

And as an ugly kid, he wanted a friend – hopefully a beautiful friend that could take the lead, the attention, while he, Kisame himself, could lean back and enjoy the ride.

Itachi was the perfect kid – high grades, gorgeous, rich. Kisame started to annoy him – or, as one would say in the "normal world" – talk to him.

After a year of pestering, Itachi accepted his fate and accepted the ugly, annoying kid that was Kisame.

And Itachi did just what Kisame wanted him to – he took all the attention from other kids, and adults, so that they could forget about the blue-skinned, ugly boy with bad grades. Kisame wasn't poor in the beginning, but everything had disappeared with the hurricane.

They were lucky that they were accepted at all, even though they were poor, in the town that was Otogakure.

Now, when he was older, Kisame worked at Otogakure's news paper as first editor, and was accepted well where he lived.

Itachi hadn't met him in over a week now, since he moved, nor had he talked to him over the phone, and he hadn't even sent a mail.

But, strangely enough, Itachi didn't miss Kisame. He couldn't even remember the promise he had done that he would call as soon as he got time.

Itachi was too busy. School was easy, since the school he had gone to in Otogakure praised itself for its hard course literature and tough teachers. Now he went to Konohagakure's finest school, and it was still easier than Otogakure's.

Itachi was too busy to contact his friend, because, he had found a new hobby, a new interest.

From Sasuke's room, Itachi could see perfectly well down over the street. He could see over the street, to a white house with a pretty garden.

Itachi spent more time in Sasuke's room than Sasuke himself, even if there wasn't a thin blonde boy sitting in the grass, staring up in the sky.

Lately, it irked Sasuke, because he had friends with him home and wanted to hang with them in his room, like any other teenager.

Too bad that it was – always – already occupied by Itachi, then. So, Sasuke had moved almost all of his things into Itachi's room, like his laptop; some of his clothes; his homework and books.

Itachi's spiders, however, had now been moved to the corridor upstairs, on a small table where Mikoto had put flowers – though, the flowers were now standing on the floor beside the little table, and a glass cage with spiders was put there instead.

It was pretty funny, actually, to see how Sasuke tried to remain impassive as he walked past the not-so-small spiders and when his friends stopped to go "wow! Spiders!" When Sasuke thought he was alone, he pressed himself against the wall when he walked past the animals, as if he was going to get attacked by them if not.

Itachi had seriously thought about record it and put it out on the internet, so that everyone could laugh at his little brother. But, he had realized that it would probably be a little too harsh. After all, Sasuke had just gotten himself his first friends.

Sighing, wishing that he had been the only child, Itachi leaned forward. He could see Sasuke get out of the car with Mikoto, and how they walked inside together. They didn't know it, but they were very alike. But Itachi could see it – he could see that their personalities were almost too similar to be considered normal.

Both Mikoto and Sasuke were quite spoiled – but then again, it was impossible to be born Uchiha and not be spoiled – and they were both rather emotional. Compared to Itachi and Fugaku, they were like emotional wrecks.

Itachi heard the door open and close, and he could hear his mother's silky voice as it rung out in the house, telling Itachi that they were at home now. He could hear Sasuke's voice too, but it was lower and darker than usual, showing that he was either very irritated, or angry. Maybe something in between.

But Itachi didn't care; he just shifted a little on top of Sasuke's desk, feeling a pen poking his thigh. He continued to stare through the window, right across the street to the white house with the pretty garden.

Sannin Naruto would be home soon, soon after Sasuke. Itachi could the boy's schedule in his head now.

First, the boy would get home – five or ten minutes after Sasuke – and then he would disappear into the house. He would be there for a while, mostly hour lengths. Then the new silver car would come home and park on the driveway, and a while after that Naruto went out and sat on the grass.

Itachi hadn't talked to the boy since that rainy night a week ago, because he found himself content with watching. If he leaned close enough to the window, he could see how tense or relaxed Naruto's body was, and it was enough for him.

But he knew that he would approach the blonde again – no normal person could avoid someone with so ridiculously beautiful eyes for long. But then again, Itachi wasn't very normal, so maybe…maybe he would be able to avoid Sannin Naruto long enough to forget about him, and his interesting persona.

Who was he kidding?

Not even Kisame had made Itachi this curious, and when he was younger he had found that Kisame was the most interesting, oddest boy on Earth. That really said something.

Itachi didn't even flinch when the door behind him was thrown open, and Sasuke barged into the room, a dark aura surrounding him like usual. The few past days had been unbearable near Sasuke. The younger was acting like a snotty, spoiled brat with a really bad attitude, as if everyone had done something to offend him.

Before Sasuke could throw himself on the bed and groan in agony, Itachi spoke up. "If I was you, I wouldn't lay down."

Sasuke stopped, pausing in a mid-movement. It took Sasuke a while to understand why Itachi didn't want him to lie down.

"Oh my God!" He yelled; his voice disturbingly girlish. "Take them away! Shoo! Itachi!"

As Sasuke continued to yell out his panic, Itachi relaxed a tad and turned to stare out through the window again. He only saw the front door close. Cursing mentally, he glared over his shoulder at his little brother, who had made him miss Naruto's comeback from school.

"Itachi!" Sasuke threw something on his back, and the older teen turned.

"What?" He snarled, which was a very uncharacteristic thing for him to do. Sasuke pointed at his bed, seething.

"Take your little monsters out of my room, or I'll kill them!"

Knowing that the blonde boy would be outside in an hour or so, Itachi stood up and went to Sasuke's bed. He picked up his babies, and then walked out of Sasuke's room, all the while glaring at the younger.

Sasuke groaned in agony and threw himself on the bed.

UAUAUA

Naruto knew that sound. He fluttered his eyelids open, knowing what to expect as soon as Orochimaru had closed the drawer again. He rubbed sleep out of his eyes – the eyes that Orochimaru hated so much. Naruto knew that his eyes were ugly, that the colour was awful and disgusting.

He sat up, stretching his legs and arms, arching his back. Orochimaru turned upon hearing Naruto shift, and smirked at the sight of the bruised boy. "Good morning, Naruto-kun."

"Good morning," Naruto answered tiredly. He could feel the cotton fabric from the sheets over his privates, meaning that he was naked. But what had he expected? If he went to bed naked, of course he would wake up naked.

"Look, Naruto-kun, I know that it's early in the morning on a Saturday…but could you do this for me?" Orochimaru was still wearing his crooked smirk, and Naruto knew that it was not even close to a question. It was a silent demand, an order.

His guardian was only dressed in boxers, and the way the sun shone inside made Orochimaru's pale skin seem nearly white. Naruto's hands knew that milky skin – Orochimaru's skin. It was always warm and nice. The only cold areas on Orochimaru's body were his hands. They were always cold.

Naruto smacked his tongue in his roof inaudibly, to get some more saliva in his dry mouth. Orochimaru walked closer, and Naruto cleared his throat, knowing that this was what he had to do.

His father climbed up on the bed, laying down and waiting for Naruto to act. Naruto knew what Orochimaru wanted, and would of course give him that. He got up and sat down between Orochimaru's legs.

He caressed pale, strong thighs and his hands soon reached white boxers. He gripped the hem between his thumbs and index fingers, pulling them down as Orochimaru bucked his hips up from the bed. Orochimaru's dick sprung free, and Naruto wrapped his fingers around it, pumping it to life.

His guardian hummed, laying his head back on the pillow and closed his golden brown eyes, relaxing.

Naruto leaned down, his pink tongue peaking out from between his lips. As his mouth came in contact with Orochimaru's penis, Naruto felt ready to vomit. The taste wasn't that horrible, once you got used to it, but the situation…

His naked ass was poking up in the air, his lips were wrapped around his father's dick, and he was naked and bruised. He closed his eyes knowing that Orochimaru would be furious if he saw the disturbing colour from Naruto's eyes.

He relaxed in the back of his throat, using his free hand to cup Orochimaru's balls, and swallowed the thick shaft.

The blonde boy tried to swallow all of it but only managed to take in a little more than half. He sucked, hard enough to make Orochimaru moan and curse.

A large, cold hand was soon entangled in Naruto's golden hair, ripping a little in the strands to make the boy suck harder, take in more and bob his head.

Orochimaru tensed, and his grip in Naruto's hair tightened as he forced the blonde teen to back off slightly, so that his lips weren't even touching the cock.

Then Orochimaru came. He sprayed all over Naruto's face and on some places in his tangled hair. It dribbled down over Naruto's smooth skin, down his neck and over his eyes, nose and mouth.

Naruto clenched his eyes shut, breathing through his nose, trying not to get any more sperm than necessarily in his mouth. Orochimaru's grip in his hair didn't loosen up, and Naruto had to have his neck crooked back, staring up in the ceiling as his guardian examined his sperm-covered face.

"Be a good boy and lick it all up." Orochimaru finally let go of Naruto's hair, sitting up straighter so that he could watch the boy lick the sperm up from his fingers.

Naruto wiped the semen away with his slim fingers before putting them in his mouth to swallow it all. Orochimaru didn't show a single emotion as the blonde licked the cum from his lips and digits.

Naruto flinched as Orochimaru reached out his hand, and long fingers gripped his chin to make him open his mouth wide. Orochimaru's other hand reached out and wiped some sperm off Naruto's cheekbone.

He then forced the long, bony and semen-coated finger down Naruto's throat. At first Naruto sucked on the finger, but it went further down, and soon his gag reflex kicked in.

He couldn't help it. He pulled back and puked over the edge of the bed. Orochimaru made a 'tsk'ing sound, and Naruto coughed to clear his airways from what his throat thought was something that could choke him.

Naruto moaned uneasily as Orochimaru slapped his naked ass. "Clean that up, and then take a shower."

Naruto swallowed his voice.

UAUAUA

A minimal smile swept over Sasuke's face, and Kiba full out grinned. They were both standing in front of the white house that Itachi stared at all the time. It was a pretty house, a little smaller than Sasuke's, but much bigger than Kiba's.

The silver car wasn't parked on the driveway anymore, but both boys could see the blonde boy sitting in the grass, almost hidden in the shadow of the large, leafless tree. It wasn't raining today, but it was still chilly.

The blonde was only wearing a sweater, and Kiba wondered how the hell Blondie could stand the cold breeze.

"Let's do it. No one will see us." Kiba grinned wider, patting Sasuke's shoulder. "He won't even know what hit him, that little bastard."

"Kiba, just one question," Sasuke spoke up in a hushed voice. "I, personally, think that this is fun – but what are your motives?"

Kiba chuckled. "I'm doing this for the kick, y'know. It's exiting. Besides, we can also say it is revenge for him sending Kankuro on me."

Sasuke rolled his eyes. Kiba was just as simple-minded as he had thought. Not that Sasuke was bothered by that. The Uchiha didn't think that Naruto sent Sabaku on Kiba, but he wouldn't correct Inuzuka now.

They shared a last look, before both gave small smirks, and moved towards the large tree.

To Be Continued

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