Where am I? I don't open my eyes because I fear what I may find. It is cold, but not very, and my hands my legs are tightly bound. Most likely so that I wouldn't be able to leave when I awoke. I slowly decide that I should open my eyes, no matter how much I might regret it, so that I may try to figure out where I am and if I can escape. When I open my eyes I find that I am sitting on my knees on the floor, and that I am tied to a bed post. I look down to find that I am shirtless and only in my boxers.
This can't be good, for two reasons: I am barely dressed, and I know that my captor is Itachi. This is bad, very, very bad.
I slowly look around the room. I see that the sliding doors are open to a garden that has a large pond; I also see that there are many other rooms around the garden. As I focus my attention back to the room that surrounds me I see that the decorations are extravagant and that there are the menus that are typical of most inns. This must be an inn of some sort, an expensive one at that.
"Sasuke, my dear brother, please don't tell me that you didn't sense me. I have been sitting here for hours waiting for you to awaken. I really am bored now; I thought it would be fun to watch you sleep. Well, it was for a while, but then I noticed that it is much more entertaining to watch you squirm and to hear you scream."
"Itachi you are evil. Only an evil person could get off to someone's pain, torment, and screams! You torment me like my shadow." I say with the most anger that I can master, yet Itachi is unaffected. He is like the stone statue that you would see in a cemetery somewhere, cold and forever unchanging.
"Little brother, you have yet to understand that I am not the worst person or thing out there. I am positive that you have caught on that Orochimaru will only force your out your soul then use your body for his own purposes." Itachi says as he pokes my forehead. "There are shades of grey Sasuke, shades, and you must remember that."
The next thing I know Itachi has his arms around me I we are kissing. I squirm and try to run, just how he wants it., My ankles start to bleed as well as my wrists. The rope cut deeply into my skin when I foolishly tried to run. Blood, so much blood. The sticky substance was running over my knees and pooling around my feet.
"Oh-god, I'm dieing! Look at all the blood nii-san, look at it! I'm going to bleed to death and die!"
I was now starting to freak out. My vision blurs, and two lines of wetness stream down my face. Great now I'm starting to cry, I must look so much like a child. Itachi must think that I am so weak too freak out over blood like I am. I even called him nii-san; I haven't called him that in years, since before the massacre.
Itachi walks over to me and crouches down and starts to untie me. Maybe I can attack him or escape and gather my strength, and I won't be at his mercy. Itachi looks me in the eye and gives me a look that says 'don't even try anything'. He always seems to know what I am thinking and he can always predict my next move.
Once I am untied I can finally stretch my legs out, but I can also see my wounds. There are large rope sized and shaped wounds circling my wrists and ankles. They must look a lot worse than they really are, because of all the blood. Itachi stands up and takes a shirt from a bag that I hadn't seen before and he tells me to tear it into four pieces and wrap them around each of the wounds, and hold the ones on my wrists tightly.
"I'm going to go get some water to clean your wounds, you try to go anywhere and I will know. There are three other Akatsuki members staying in this inn, and they know that you are to stay in this room."
It's not like I could get very far, I've already lost too much blood even stand, let alone run.
I stare outside and wait for Itachi to return, hoping not to die. The world is spinning, I can't see straight, and my vision keeps flashing on and off. I lay back on the floor and try to keep myself awake. I heard from someone that if you think you are dieing don't fall asleep and don't go towards the light, look away from it unless you want to die. Slowly it gets harder to open my eyes each time I blink, and I can't even feel my limbs anymore. I close my eyes and I don't even have the energy to open them.
"Kid, hey kid! Wake up, open your eyes! Itachi would kill me if I let you die."
I slowly open my eyes to see a blurry blue image at first. Then slowly it forms the face of an odd blue skinned, shark looking, man. Who is this, what are they doing waking me up, and how do they know Itachi? As everything clears up I look around the room, trying to get my surroundings. I'm in the inn as Itachi's hostage. This must mean that this man works with Itachi, and that thing leaning against the bed is his weapon. He was watching me.
Just as I was about to try to sit, speak, do something, Itachi returned. He walks around the bed and looks down at me in a way that I have seen before; I just can't seem to remember where. I close my eyes and try to relax; if I stress myself the bleeding will be much worse. Breathe slow and calm and don't move too much, and relax your muscles. Ok, all calm. Yeah right, I'm in a room with my incestuous brother and his friend. Plus, who knows how many other of my brothers people are around here just watching.
"Sasuke open your eyes, don't speak or move, and relax. You may go now Kisiame I can take care of him now."
Itachi started removing the bandages on my wrists and cleaning the wounds. After he had cleaned them to his satisfaction they were re-bandaged with a clean cloth. Then the same admistrations are applied to my ankles. Itachi is now blocking the light. Everything is moving in slow motion as he lowers his face to kiss me, almost gently. My thoughts turn to struggle, but my body does other wise. Too weak to even move I just lay there as my brother kisses me roughly on the lips.
The ground below me suddenly grows softer as I am laid on the bed. My brothers hands are everywhere at once, but they aren't even touching me. I really must be delusional to be enjoying this. I must stop this now I must find some energy to stop this. I painfully turn my head to the side. Who knew that muscles could hurt this bad... I open my eyes to see the last remnants of a hurt expression fade from my brother's face.
"Itachi, could you sit me up in bed and get me some water. There is something you need to hear."
The water is cold to my dry throat, and I almost choke on my first sip. I really don't know how to say what I need, or even if I really should say it. He needs to know this, but I don't really want him to know, I don't want to let the hurt out of its cage in the furthest reaches of my brain. I locked those thoughts and memories up for a reason. To even think about those things hurt more than any physical pain that I have felt in my life. Shinobi don't admit to pain, even in their own thoughts, but this is one pain that I have admitted to myself over so many times over.
"I waited for you the night before, you were late. You were supposed to be home that night and I waited for you sitting under the tree in the old yard. You know I go and sit under that tree every year at the same time just so I won't forget what I need to do. I love, no loved, you Itachi, more than my own life, even more than power. Power has always been what we Uchihas chase. That's why you taught me to love you, to touch you, wasn't it? You felt powerful holding my heart in you hands. You used a child's love to bend him into submission. Did you ever think about me, did you ever love me; did you want me in ways other than just to feel power? You were my brother and my lover at the same time. You were my everything."
"Foolish little brother." Itachi sighed at the sudden emotional statement. "What happened to hating me and all that I had ever 'put you through' What happened to avenging our clan?"
Yes, what happened to hating him? He killed mother, father, the entire clan. And I was going to forgive him just like that for the momentary love or lust I had felt as a child. I hate him, yes, I hate him... Now that even sounds fake in my head, I really am weak. What makes me think that it will all work out in the end? Honestly, I declare day and night that I will kill Itachi and avenge my family, but how can I.
"I can't, I'm too weak."
"Brother..."
I lean over and touch my lips to Itachi's, cutting off what he was trying to say, in a desperate attempt to fill the hole that I had opened up by baring my soul. Itachi's hands are moving up and down my body, fingers sliding into every dip and curve. He rolls on top of me and I close my eyes and force any thoughts of how we are brothers to slide behind all other thoughts. Suddenly there is a cool rush of air on my face... Itachi pulled away. I lean up trying to close the distance between us, but my lips touch a callused surface, his hand. I open my eyes to see him get off the bed and walk off.
"Are you just forcing yourself on me like a little whore to prove a point, or are you trying to distract me. You are not proving anything to me, I know all about you little brother. Acting like a whore will not prove that you not weak."
He is right, and now that I am thinking calmly I see that I didn't do any of that out of love. I did it to fill a hole that had been filled with a past love for the past Itachi. He isn't the same person; he killed the clan for unknown reasons and used the newly acquired Maygenku Sharingan on me. Then he ran off to the Akatsuki, a criminal organization full of s-rank missing ninja from most of the hidden villages.
"Why did you...do it...?" I whisper in a tone that wouldn't be audible to a normal person, but I know that he can hear it.
"Why did I do it? You want to know why I killed the entire clan, except for you and I."
"It was a difficult decision to make, you see."
Do you remember when you were little you couldn't catch on to your training as fast as your father or I had? That everyone would whisper things like: "he's not a true Uchihas" and "He will never amount to anything"? Even I admit it, you were weak but you had potential to become strong. You were just a little kid and had plenty of time to grow stronger. They just couldn't see that, and they were contemplating sending you off, abandoning you somewhere, or just getting rid of you, if you catch my drift.
They were not patient, and they wouldn't listen to any protests from me or your mother. She really was the only one other than me that saw your inner strength and your brain power. But, she being a woman and I wasn't considered an adult yet, even though I was a prodigy, so they wouldn't listen to anything that we had to say. We just had to watch and wait for their decision in torment. Do you remember, that's about the time that we stated doing things that brothers shouldn't do? I had done those things to express to you how much I loved you, and to spend as much time with you as I could.
Soon I started to think: "There has to be something I could do to prevent losing you forever, but first I must become even more powerful and obtain the maygenku sharingan. And that means that I will have to kill my closest friend.
That was when I started to spend time with Shisui. I became friends with him, and I really liked him. I didn't like him like I liked- like you, he was a just a close friend. Exactly what I needed. I must sound like a selfish bastard, and I don't denial that I am.
After a while I started to notice that the others stated paying special attention to you. I knew it was almost time for me to act, and that means that I had to do what I needed to obtain the mygenku sharingan. It was time I took Shisui to the river... I knew, from research, that this was the best way to make a murder look like a suicide, and there wouldn't be any evidence to lead to me. I won't go into detail what had happened, and don't feel that I need to either.
Do you remember the day that they came to question me after they found his body? They said that they wanted to question me because I was his closest friend, but I knew that they suspected me.
Do you remember that we hadn't done anything for a while and then that that night I suddenly requested you presence? That was the best night that I have witnessed, you must know this. I am more experienced now, and yet that was still the best night.
Before the massacre I had a mission and was supposed to be home the night before, but I purposely delayed myself so that I could return at the right time to do what needed. I returned around six; you had left for training only an hour before, and went from house to house until I reached oars. When I reached our house father was waiting for me, he knew what I had done. Mother was home too and she had tried to stand up for me saying things like: "did you know that they were going to kill our little boy for being too weak".
He knew alright, he was the one that came up with the idea in the first place. He said that the Uchihas couldn't be disgraced by one such as you. He made a move to attack, and I blocked easily enough with my katana, but I was having a difficult time getting any hits in on him. He really was the strongest of the Uchihas. The little dance of hit block went on for what seems like forever, we were both beginning to grow tired. He went to force all of his remaining strength into a blow that I wouldn't be able to block, and attempted the move.
I closed my eyes and expected to struck, but I wasn't. I opened my eyes to find that our mother had taken the blow for me. She had given her life to try and save her sons. She died a shinobi and a mother at the same time. She used all of her instinct from all of her years as a shinobi and as a mother. She died with more personal honor than any of us even dream about.
"Protect Sasuke, my son, I love you both." Those were the final words she spoke before she fell to the ground, dieing.
Afterwards father was a pushover, he had used his remaining strength and he didn't even have the strength to block. After it was over you showed up, and I couldn't let you know any of the truth behind what has happened, you might not grow strong like I planed. So I devised a alternate reality consisting of what I wanted you to think and I unleashed it upon you with the sharingan.
After I left I went to the Akatsuki, I had to look like the criminal I was to you. I had to keep my skills sharp for you.
