Your Star Chapter 11, a naruto fanfic

Warning: Mentions of child abuse, violent and sexual. It's not rated M however because I don't go all descriptive about it. So if you see it getting too... nasty for you to handle (hardly, it's not even soft-core lol) just scroll down to the next memory.

If it isn't mentioned how old Itachi is, here's a tip: He's five years older than Sasuke ;D

Chapter 11

The house was dark when the ten-year-old Itachi entered in the middle of the night. He moved soundlessly through the halls, warily looking around him, hoping that no one would wake. But luck wasn't on his side as he stepped into his room only to find his father sitting on his bed, apparently waiting for him.

"Where were you?"

Itachi straightened, and removed all emotions from his face before he answered, "I was training and it got late before I noticed."

"You should notice such things as the sun setting." His father stood and came closer to him, so his glare could be seen better in the candle's dim light. "You made your mother worry."

But not you?

"I understand, I apologize, it won't happen again." He kept it short in case his disappointment were to show. Luckily his father didn't catch anything, for he didn't react.

"We must make sure it doesn't."

He looked at his father suspiciously and almost missed the hand that flew at him.

Her eyes flew open suddenly and she started coughing, her throat sore and dry. She quickly turned from her laying position to her hands and knees and coughed until she finally vomited. When she had finished a flask, filled with water was pushed into her hand and she drank from it greedily, shuddering at the feel of cold water sliding down her sensitive throat.

She slightly sputtered before swallowing heavily and handed the flask back at the girl next to her. She looked around and found herself to be in the same spot she had fainted at. Her eyes swept over the fire and then finally met the eyes of the stranger who had helped her. The girl however flinched slightly when their gazes met and Yuuko frowned.

"Who are you?" Her voice sounded rough and she almost fell into another coughing fit.

"I could ask the same from you." The girl quirked a red eyebrow at her.

"I asked first."

"Ketricken."

"Yuuko."

For a while both were silent as they decided on what questions to ask.

"How did you get here?"

Yuuko looked at Ketricken and found that she couldn't hold it in anymore. Loud sobs made her body shake and she almost laughed at the shocked and unsure look on the red-head's face. She gestured her to be silent and to not come any closer. Ketricken nodded slightly in understanding and stayed put while Yuuko told her the whole story, crying at the same time.

Eleven-year-old Itachi stared at his father apprehensively.

"You're drunk."

The man only laughed and staggered slightly when he tried to stand. He sighed in disgust and bent down to help his father up from the floor of the bar. He sent a glare at the few people there, silently sending a message that if someone were to hear about this, they would lose a few limbs. He placed his father's arm on his shoulders and let the man lean on him as he practically dragged him out into the fresh air. His father moaned slightly at the cold, but otherwise stayed silent.

The trip back home was dreadful as they stayed silent and the cold wind stung their cheeks.

They entered their house and Itachi dragged the man into his parent's room. He dropped his father on the bed and started to prepare him for the night.

"Where's your mother?" His father was still an Uchiha, and therefore his words didn't slur as much as they should when the man had drank over eight bottles of sake.

"She's spending the night at grandmother's house. Sasuke is with her."

"Ah."

The dark gaze of his father was heavy on him as Itachi started to remove his father's kimono. Suddenly fingers ghosted over his cheek and he quickly slapped the hand away.

"Y'know you look just like her. So pretty."

Itachi frowned and decided to leave his clothes alone and started to leave, but was stopped when hands grabbed his arms, pulling him into his father's chest. He swallowed hard, feeling fear for the first time as the man's hands caressed him in ways they shouldn't. Suddenly his father didn't seem so drunk anymore as the strength in his arms held Itachi from running from the room.

He struggled, and did everything in his power to stop him. But he was just a small child compared to his father.

Itachi was glad that Sasuke wasn't home as his cries of pain and panic echoed in the house.

"So, you're Orochimaru's daughter?"

"Yeah."

"And you escaped about six months ago?"

"Yeah."

"And you were held captive by an organization called the Akatsuki?"

"Yeah."

"And they freed you, on the condition that you would train your torturer's little brother, so that boy could hold his own against... your torturer?"

"Well, I guess. But they didn't free me. He did."

"Your torturer?"

"Yeah."

"And there was a blood-scroll for this agreement?"

"Yeah."

"So basically, you're fucked."

"...Yeah."

He smiled at his seven-year-old otouto as he held his arms out for the little one. Sasuke ran at him, giggling, and hugged him tightly.

"I missed you, aniki."

"I missed you too."

The mission had been tougher than he had first thought and it had taken him three months to complete it. He had missed his little brother, more than he ever thought he would and held on tighter as Sasuke started rambling about everything that had happened. He heard steps coming from the kitchen and lifted his eyes to glare at his father. There had been one good thing in this mission and that was the fact that he didn't have to look at this man's face the whole time. His dreams of that night, however, didn't relent and he had been vicious against his enemies.

His father only nodded at him before leaving them alone again. His tense body relaxed and his gaze softened when he looked at Sasuke, who had understood that something was wrong and was watching him with worried eyes. He sent the kid a little smile, assuring him, that he was fine.

Sasuke grinned back at him and backed away from his embrace, only to grab his hand and to drag his aniki into his little room.

"Tell me everything that happened, aniki! I want to know what techniques you used!"

She warily crawled into the big tree-house, quirking an eyebrow at the furniture - a futon, a small desk and a stool. In the corner there was actually a tiny fridge.

"Where did you get a fridge?"

"Stole it."

"Of course. And does it actually work? You have nowhere to plug it."

"I just use it as an icebox."

"Of course. And it works that way?"

"Not really. Take a seat, I'll go get some food and then I'll heal your wounds."

"You're a medic?"

"Kind of."

"So..." Yuuko sat herself down on the wooden floor, glad to see that the tree-house was steady and could probably hold both of them, "What's for dinner?"

"Cold ramen."

"...And for breakfast?"

"Cold ramen."

"...And for lunch?"

"Cold ramen."

Of all the people in the world, the one who had saved her was a ramen-freak. "Fuck."

For the next three days his mother hadn't looked him in the eye, not once. Itachi was growing suspicious of the reasons behind this avoidance. Getting sick of it, during one night when Sasuke and his father were asleep he confronted his mother in the garden, where she usually took a walk before turning in for the night.

"Mother."

She didn't jump nor did she look startled when she stood up from her crouched position by her favorite bush of roses. "Itachi." She still didn't meet his eyes and it angered him even more.

"Why have you been avoiding me?"

"I have done no such thing, son."

"Why won't you look me in the eye?"

Her mouth grew to a tight line as she swallowed and turned her head away, "I'm sorry."

Itachi frowned slightly, "Sorry for what?"

The woman took a deep breath before finally meeting his glare, "I'm sorry I wasn't here."

At first he didn't understand, but realization and shock soon came and were replaced with anger, "You know."

His mother nodded, the painful look still there in her dark eyes, "Yes, he told me right away after you had left for your mission."

"And yet you have taken no action against him?"

"H-He was drunk, Itachi! He was drunk and he regrets it and he promised it would never happen again. It was a mistake. A terrible mistake, I know. But it happened. And I won't let it tear our family apart!"

"Mother, he raped me!" It was the first time he had voiced it aloud and with it came a certain numbness not unwelcomed.

"I know that!" There they were. The tears. For the first time Itachi saw how pathetic and weak his mother truly was. She couldn't stand up to her own husband for the safety of her children because of her fear. And this only made the numbness grow bigger. "But t-think of Sasuke! He needs his father!"

"Sasuke would be better off without that man. Now that I think about it, he would be better off without you as well."

Itachi ignored the heartbroken look on his mother's face and left her there, returning to his room to let the numbness feed on his emotions until he fell into a dreamless sleep.

"Listen, there's something I need to tell you."

Yuuko slurped the ramen, flinching at the after-taste, "Shoot."

Her savior placed her empty bowl on the small table and stared at her so gravely, Yuuko decided to place her half-empty bowl on the table as well. "I know Orochimaru."

She froze, her mind conjuring up every possible meaning for knowing someone.

Is she one of his spies? Am I going to be taken back there?

"How?"

"I was his first experiment with the chakra-fluids. And I assume you're the one who replaced me after my escape."

"...Okay first of all, does that mean that he did to you what he did to me? And what are chakra fluids?"

"Yes, only I didn't get the second poison. The one meant to destroy your will. Luckily that didn't work anyway... And chakra-fluids are what they injected into you. It's kind of hard to explain what they are or how they were invented. Probably one of Kabuto's projects. But their effect is that they heighten your senses, enlarge your chakra and give you more stamina. If you get injected for three times a day, seven days a week for about two months, the effects will be permanent. After that, the more chakra-fluid you get the greater your chakra becomes."

Too bewildered to actually think that she is some kind of a super-being now she decided to focus on the little details, "How do you know all of this?"

"Overheard a couple of conversations between your father and his assistant."

"Ah."

"...That's all? I just explained to you that you're probably more powerful than a Kage and all you can say is 'ah'?"

"Probably?"

"Since I don't know how long you received the 'chakra-treatment', I wouldn't know how powerful you are."

"Four years."

The red-head frowned, "Oh. I thought the number would be smaller. I hoped it was a year."

Yuuko followed the girl's example by frowning in confusion, "Why?"

Ketricken bit her lower lip and turned her head away. Yuuko didn't like how the girl seemed so reluctant to tell her. "I guess I need to tell you something else as well."

"Like...?"

"Like why Orochimaru never used the chakra-fluids on himself."

"I need to have a word with you."

Itachi stared at the man emotionlessly, reluctant to hold the door to his room open for him, "I'm afraid, I'm not interested."

"I will not tolerate my own son being disrespectful towards me. I am still your father, boy and you would do best to remember that."

He didn't move to let the man in however and still stared at him with an impassive look on his face, "You stopped being my father when you decided to use me as a stress-reliever. Good day." He stepped away and closed to door, ignoring his father's shocked look. The door didn't remain closed however as it was slammed open. Shock had been removed from the man's face and anger had replaced it.

"Itachi, you will hear me out."

The teen didn't turn to meet his eyes, but didn't tell him to leave as well so the man continued. "What I did was wrong, I admit it. I should have done this a long time ago, but I was ashamed. And the only way I could express my shame was through anger. I truly regret what I did. I'm sorry, son. And... you're right. I'm not worthy to be your father." His voice had started off strong and yet as he finished his little tirade all that could be heard was a whisper. A whisper coming from a broken man. Itachi turned and realized as he stared at the hunched figure of his father that the man truly did regret it. And that maybe his mother had been right to be so desperate.

Itachi stepped a little closer, yet still remained at a safe distance. This didn't go unnoticed by the man, whose eyes hardened a little. "You're right. It was wrong. Too wrong. But I forgive you, and I'll try to put this behind us. Mother was right, we shouldn't let this tear out family apart."

His father nodded, "That's all I ask."

She was gasping for breath as the shock of truth finally hit her. Fury, desperation and fear mingled inside of her and fought for dominance. Finally fury won and she stood up and kicked the table over. Her insides burned, her mind was in turmoil and she was so desperate. Desperate for Ketricken to tell her it was a lie. That the truth wasn't so horrifying.

"How could he do this to me!? His own daughter!" And then pain. The pain of a child lost in darkness and weary of it. The pain took over and she slumped down on the floor, whimpering slightly as she embraced herself, rocking back and forth while kneeling, scared to death. She felt Ketricken move closer and wrap her arms around her shaking form.

"I'm sorry."

Yuuko shook her head, tears running down her cheeks, "He's the only one who should be sorry."

It was evening when his mother knocked on his door.

"I have to go meet a friend of mine. I'm taking Sasuke with me and we should be back by midnight."

He had only nodded and hadn't missed the sad look on her mother's face each time she looked at him. She pitied him, and Itachi hated it. The house was silent as he studied the scrolls he had found on a mission. They were named as blood-oath scrolls, something Itachi hadn't heard of. As he found out more about their abilities he started to grow more interested.

The sound of footsteps made him alert as he turned to his door, that opened a few seconds later. Three men entered, one of them being his father and the other two his father's colleagues, also from the Uchiha clan. One of them swayed suspiciously and all three had glazed looks in their eyes. Itachi felt his heart drop as he understood their intent. He stood, keeping a calm expression.

"How can I help you?"

One of the colleagues leered and came closer, his gaze greedily taking him in, "He was right, you look just like her. What a beautiful boy!" Itachi frowned at the mocking tone and docked the hand that came to grasp his shoulder. He quickly backed away and moved towards the door, which was soon blocked by the guy who was swaying madly.

"Yes, skin looks so soft, wanna touch!" His words were horribly slurred and Itachi again backed away only to feel himself bump into his father's chest. Panic rose within him again as the man's arms held him against his chest in a familiar embrace.

"I'm so sorry." The words were whispered into his ear before a kiss was planted on it. He squirmed, trying to get away but was unsuccessful.

The next morning her mother came to his room, where he lay immobile on the bed. She wept, she begged for forgiveness and she told him to think about Sasuke's future. But Itachi didn't answer. He only stared at her with a numb expression that made her weep even more.

He was done forgiving.

The air was heavy with sadness as the two girls thought about their impending doom.

"Fate seems to hate us."

"True."

"...Did it hurt for you as well?"

"The procedures?"

"Yeah."

"Like hell."

"Thought as much."

"What about the poison? What did it feel like?"

"...Wrong. Like it wasn't supposed to be in my body."

"Well, it wasn't."

"Yeah."

"Did the poison have any effect on you?"

"I'm not sure. After they injected it right before the procedures, they would tell me to calm down and I would. But it felt so wrong it messed up my insides and I ended throwing up every time. Kabuto didn't exactly like his lab being covered with puke so they stopped giving it to me after the first few weeks."

"That's disgusting."

"Ketricken?"

"What?"

"What are we supposed to do know? Just... wait until it finally happens?"

"I don't know. I guess that's what I have been doing for the past five years."

"I don't want to wait. It would be too... agonizing, don't you think?"

"Well, we know exactly when it happens, so not exactly."

"But still. I don't want to sit here and watch how it happens to you only to have it happening to me as well."

"Funny, how we can't say it aloud."

"...It would make it more real, I guess."

"Huh. So no waiting?"

"Let's live life day by day. I hear that's the most fun."

"Fine by me."

They smiled at each other and clasped their hands, feeling that some kind of a bond had just been formed.

A dinner was held at their house. Guests were invited. Among them were the 'two pedophiles' and sadly he had to attend. Their mocking gazes of lust were fortunately well-covered and no one noticed them but himself. He and his father had avoided each other for the past week, not looking nor speaking at each other and Sasuke had noticed. He had inquired about it from Itachi, but hadn't gotten an answer only a poke on the forehead.

During the meal, everyone chatted happily and drank sake. Soon he noticed it. Terror shot through him, but he didn't let it show. Unlike his mother who was staring at the table with wide eyes. She had noticed it too. And it looked as if they were the only ones.

After dinner, the men went to the pub, the women retired to their homes, Sasuke went to sleep and Itachi followed his mother into the kitchen.

"You saw it."

She froze for a moment before continuing to wash the dishes, shaking slightly, "Yes, I saw it. I'll talk to him about it. Tell him not to. Forbid him, anything to stop it from happening." A choked sob.

Angry at himself for feeling bitter he voiced his thoughts, "Yes, wouldn't want Sasuke to go through what I did... twice."

A plate slipped from her numb fingers and Itachi hear her swallow heavily, "You're older, he's just a baby..."

"Of course. I have always been only your son, while Sasuke is your baby boy."

His mother wheeled around in shock, "Don't make it sound like I'm picking favorites."

"That's what you're doing, isn't it? You would do anything to protect him. But when it comes to me, you have already given up. Haven't you, mother?"

She closed her eyes in despair, "Don't say such things..."

"He won't listen to you mother. We both know his dislike towards Sasuke. When he won't join in, I'm sure he wouldn't mind letting his colleagues do the f-"

SLAP

He stared at his mother in slight shock, numb to the stinging of his cheek. But he hardened his face at the pitiful sight of her, "I say it because it's true. He won't listen to you. And you will give up again. But unlike you I will protect Sasuke. I will do whatever it takes."

He left her there, ignoring her weeping.

Three weeks pass as the girls concentrate on living every day to it's fullest, growing closer as they stole together, went clubbing under henge together, got drunk together and did everything else they could think of. During the night however, past came to haunt them and they huddled together in their little tree-house, seeking comfort and company. Their friendship deepened.

One day they had decided to go training again. During the time spent together, Ketricken had been teaching Yuuko how to control her chakra and showed her that she could do any jutsu she knew of without much practicing. It was dangerous however, to do any major jutsus in case anyone happened to be near-by.

That day they had decided on doing taijutsu training by their tree-house. Eight hours later, the girls slumped down, gasping for breath. Ketricken had also explained to Yuuko that even if her stamina is great, her muscles aren't used to being trained so thoroughly

They were tired, sweaty and all they wanted was to sleep.

And that's when they attacked.

Ketricken noticed the web coming at them first and grabbed Yuuko, while dodging the sticky substance. The Doki came next and Yuuko shouted as they opened their mouths and snake-like creatures headed towards her. She had enough sense to dodge and she quickly formed the seals needed for her newly learned jutsu.

"Kaze no Yaiba!" A blast of wind headed for the girl who was controlling the Doki from a tree branch. One of the demons jumped in front of her and she continued playing her flute, while another web was sent at Ketricken. A mocking laugh came from another tree branch and Yuuko glared at Sakon. The red-head sent a huge ball of fire at Kidomaru who easily jumped out of the way. Surprisingly, Sakon didn't join the fight instead watched calmly on as Yuuko tried to handle the Doki while Ketricken attempted to fry Kidomaru.

Yuuko jumped out of the Doki's way and tried to use Wind Blade on them, but it never worked. She was panicking, trying to remember the last jutsu Ketricken had thought her, yet the words remained forgotten. She couldn't see how the red-head herself was doing, but heard the frustrated shouts of all kinds of Fire Jutsu, so she figured she was fine on her own and concentrated on her own problem.

"Shuriken, Kage Bunshin no Jutsu!"

Yuuko heard the loud sound of hundred shuriken flying at once and knew that Kidomaru had no chance. A few moments later she heard the groan from the spider-like boy. She glanced at him and saw he had been hit with five shuriken, three of them stuck in his chest yet none of the wounds seemed to be lethal. Her short glance was a mistake however as she received a blow to the stomach, so strong she flew into the air, then she was punched in the chest, sending her flying against the tree, eight feet behind her.

"Yuuko!" She heard her friend shout her name, yet had lost the ability to speak. Her head hurt, her front hurt, she was in pain everywhere and her vision was blurring. Mouthing her friend's name the last thing she saw was the red-head's form standing in front of her, protecting her and the last thing she heard was the enraged shout,

"Kuchiyose no jutsu!"

Rumors had spread among the Uchiha clan. About what was happening in the Uchiha house. Everyone seemed to know as they stared at Itachi when he walked down the streets, the pity he saw in their eyes was maddening enough without the whispering they thought he couldn't hear.

"Poor boy."

"What? Why?"

"Oh, haven't you heard? Everyone knows by now."

"Haven't heard what?"

"That the poor boy was sexually abused... twice. By his father's colleagues no less."

"What!? Really? That's terrible!"

"Yes, and no one knows who exactly the rapers were. And everyone's saying that they will go for Sasuke-kun next."

"No! Not Sasuke-kun, he's just a little kid!"

"Well, that's what attracts the bastards, don't you think?"

It was comforting that the clan was on their side, yet discomforting that everyone knew about his disgrace. He spent more time around the town now. He refused to go on missions and the Hokage, knowing about his family problems as well, let him take some time off. At first he had spent as much of it as he could with Sasuke, who had been ecstatic at the prospect of spending time with his brother.

But then he began to notice things. Odd things, a brother shouldn't notice. The way Sasuke's face lit up when he smiled, the way the boy's mouth curled into a grin and the way his happy eyes glinted up at him. It made him feel... things a brother shouldn't feel and he was disgusted with himself, horrified at the chance of becoming his father. Sickened, ashamed and truly worried that one day he wouldn't be able to resist the temptation... just like his father.

Like everyone else, he had heard it. The rumor about the colleagues going for his otouto. And he was angry and he was scared. And he needed to stop it from happening, needed to help Sasuke, to protect him. Yet Itachi needed to stay away. To keep his distance, less he do something he would regret later on. He did not know where all of these forbidden thoughts and wishes came from. Maybe his father had corrupted him, ruined his mind by making him think it is not that wrong.

But it is wrong. Too wrong to happen. And Itachi needed to stop it. He needed everything to just... stop.

As the familiar numbness took hold of him, he knew what he had to do. And the last thing Itachi felt was pure love for his little brother.

Waking to find yourself lying in a cave, with your whole body throbbing is not a nice experience, was the first thing on Yuuko's mind after she awoke. Ketricken was healing Yuuko's bruises and for a second there was only silence. Only for a second though.

"What happened? Where did the Sound Four go?"

"It was Sound Five actually."

"Kimimaro was there too? How did we escape?"

"You mean, how did Iescape and how did I manage to drag you with me?"

"You dragged me?"

"Missing the point."

"Never mind that, how did it go with Kimimaro?"

"...He let us go."

"What?"

"After, I had knocked the Sound Four unconscious, I prepared to attack him as well when he appeared out of nowhere. But he told me to run."

"...No way. He's like Orochimaru's perfect servant. No way, would he disobey him."

"Maybe, your father didn't give an order to capture us."

Her wounds now healed, she sat up gingerly as Ketricken turned to the fire, using a Fire Jutsu to make it bigger. "What do you mean?"

"I mean that maybe they found out by themselves. Or maybe Kabuto sent them, deciding to surprise his master. Kimimaro never liked Kabuto much."

"Oh... So... Um..."

The red-head sighed and turned away from the fire to face her, "Say what you want to say."

"Who exactly... did you summon? You never mentioned that you made a blood contract with an animal."

"That's because I didn't."

"...Huh?"

"I made a blood contract with an earth demon. And I managed to summon the high-level demon-lord yesterday. First time I managed it actually."

"...D-demon?"

"Yeah. He decided to beat me first however."

Yuuko choked on air, "What!?"

"Nothing, I can't handle. Plus he agreed to help me in the end. That's good, isn't it?"

"..I guess. I never knew you could do a contract with a demon. I never knew demons existed! Apart from the biju of course."

"Yeah, well. You'll get used to it."

She lay on her back again, noticing now how hard and uncomfortable the cave floor really was, "We're going to stay here for the night?"

"Where else should we go? The tree-house is out of the question. And no town is safe now that the Sound Four are after us."

"How about Sound?"

"Losing our sanity now?"

"No, I mean really. You mentioned having someone you know there and Orochimaru wouldn't think I was so stupid to hide right under his nose. Which makes this plan so perfect, by the way."

"That somehow sounds good yet utterly ridiculous. Fine. We'll go to my friend. And then we will lay low as much as possible. The Sound Four probably knew our whereabouts because of our partying at the town."

"Seems good to me. How long should we lay low though?"

"Until Orochimaru dies?"

Yuuko let out a wry laugh, before the seriousness of the matter caught up on her, "That could take years. Decades even."

"It might. And then again it might not. No one knows what the future brings."

"Corny."

"Thank you."

"...But, Ketricken?"

"Hm?"

They were now both laying on their sides, facing each other, the big fire separating them, "I would like to see some people. Just once. To see Konoha again. To see Kakashi and Sarutobi-sensei and..."

"And who?"

"Sasuke."

"You can't be serious."

Ketricken had sat up from surprise. "Yeah, I am. If I'm going to help him in the future, the least I could do is start to build some of that trust between us that is needed if I am to be his personal tutor."

"You never told me the details of the blood-oath scroll."

"You don't have to know. They're insignificant."

"...If you say so."

"So can we go?"

The red-head sighed as she lay down again, shifting slightly to locate the smooth spot she had found before. "I don't know, Yuuko. Konoha is quite far. We need to go to Sound as soon as possible. Plus, Ryu doesn't even know we're coming and I'm not sure if she'll welcome us with open arms."

"Well, then it's settled! I'll go to Konoha, while you go to Sound to make the arrangements."

Ketricken frowned, "Yuuko, that is too dangerous. If we go, we might as well go together."

"Please." Yuuko sent her friend a pleading look, "I need to do this. On my own. Give me two weeks."

Seeing the desperate look on the girl's face, Ketricken sighed and reluctantly agreed, "Fine. But only two weeks. If something happens, you're the one to blame."

The numbness never left him when he did what he had to do. It stayed with him, eating away at his feelings each time his blade pierced another Uchiha. Men, women, children - he lost count of them all. The only thing he could focus on was Sasuke. His Sasuke. And no one else's.

Killing his father turned out to be disappointingly easy. And as he turned to meet the terrified gaze of his mother,he smirked. The powerful Uchiha clan. Powerless against a thirteen-year-old. It was almost laughable. Her mother whimpered and wept, wailed and sobbed, begging him to stop.

"P-please! W-why are you d-doing this? Itachi? S-son?"

Right before he murdered the woman he had once loved dearly, he reminded her of his reason.

"I said, I would do anything to protect my otouto."

She shot up, wheezing and coughing, feeling dizzy and ill. She quickly leaned over the side of her bed and puked on the floor. Her insides spasmed and in the end she gagged many times, heaving yet nothing coming up anymore. Tears ran down her cheeks and made her grunt in shame. She had promised herself, no more of being a cry-baby. Yuuko quickly wiped her mouth and cheeks clean with the bed-covers and sat up, grateful that she wasn't dizzy anymore.

"...Will you be able to continue training tomorrow?"

She looked at Itachi, who was standing in the doorway, watching her with his emotionless gaze. If the things he had shown her, were really true... "Yes. I'll do anything you ask of me. But just... can you do one thing for me?" She rubbed her sore neck and groaned softly, waiting for him to show some sign of agreement. He raised an eyebrow and she continued, "Next time, when you feel the urge to fill my mind with your memories... don't."

He nodded and left her alone. She moaned in pain when she lay down again, her body sore and aching. She really wished he hadn't done this. Because now she had lost the only thing keeping her sane in this place.

Her hate for him.

A/N:

Oh my god. XD The longest chapter yet! And I really need to know how you feel about this. Because this is quite an important chapter, don't you think ;D

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