Thanks for the reviews. Sadly, the folder that had my fics was deleted but it's cool. It doesn't stop me from writing. Yosh!
Sasuke slowly opened his eyes to the familiar room he was in; lying on top of a soft mattress .His body sprawled out on top of the mattress felt numb and lingering pain from the wires that cut into his flesh. He brought his hand over a wound on his stomach, tracing over the wound that probably made the worse cut over his entire body.
Feeling the open wound on his body, an image came across his mind in remembrance of what he went through. Panicking, his eyes widened and moved around the room in search of Itachi or Orochimaru.
There was no sight of either of them. Calming down, he realized he was in his room. Sitting up from his bed, he threw his legs over the bed and stood up, ignoring the pain on his body that he was use to, but as soon as he stood up, he collapsed to the floor from the new feeling of pain on his back. He groaned. The pain in his back was much worse than the wounds that were marked on his body.
The pain in his back was starting to dial down. He slowly stood up again, feeling another wave of pain hit him. "Damn it…" Another groan escaped from his mouth. Now getting adjusted to the discomfort, he walked out of his room and headed to the washroom. There was soreness inside the breeches of his passage but he paid no mind to it. He was use to that kind of pain at least.
Standing in front the glass reflection, he witnessed the gashes and dried up blood. He stared at the wounds on his torso and the lower body of himself. The wires had made deep gashes that were going to stay on his body forever until the day he dies and his skin starts decomposing anyway.
Sasuke laid the palm of his hands on top of the porcelain sink with his back arching outwardly while his head hang over the sink and strands of his hair falling over his eyes. Where was the older Uchiha now? Was he still in the house? Was he still mad?
As much as he wanted to run away and leave this house, he couldn't. Why? That was because he was afraid of what would happen if he did run away. Itachi was unpredictable. He couldn't figure out what goes on in his brother's head or how he felt.
Sasuke sensed someone staring at him. He lifted his head back to the glass and noticed the older brother in the reflection, standing behind him, leaning against the wide opened door with his hands in his pockets.
Itachi yawned, taking one of his hands to cover his mouth and slip back into his pocket. He stared at the new marks that covered his younger brother. He didn't look sorry at all. No regret on what he did as always. He never felt remorseful. He isn't human… not human at all. He was acting as none of this ever happened.
"Are you hungry, little brother?"
"No."
Itachi heard the bitter and hoarse sound of his voice. He guessed it was from the rape that he experienced last night with Orochimaru.
"You didn't do anything right?"
Sasuke raised one of his eyebrows at him through the mirror. He didn't know what he was talking about.
"The friend you were with."
Now getting tired from the position he was in, he stood straight, feeling the ache in his back and hearing his back crack. He turned himself to his brother, exposed. No need to hide, Itachi's seen it all. Sasuke, with his head hung down, shook his head. He didn't want to look at his brother. It's not like he was lying. He just didn't want to look at the emotionless brother. What he really wanted was to be alone.
"Want to go out to eat?"
"I want to be alone." Sasuke said, sounding breathless.
Itachi only stood there, looking unhappy with the answer he gotten. After a moment of silence, Itachi pushed himself off the door and bend his torso forward, in bowing position but with his head up, trying to see Sasuke's face.
"Is something wrong?" Itachi said, almost sounding concern and nonchalant in a way. Something didn't feel right. The atmosphere between them had changed, there was pressure being forced onto him as if… Itachi was threatening him but not exactly showing it or saying it… if that made sense.
He sensed that if he didn't do what Itachi wanted to do, he wouldn't like what was or might happen afterward. It scared him.
"No, let's go."
Itachi maintained the posture he was in before and turned his body, now having his back to him. "Don't make me wait long."
Sasuke shivered at those words. He definitely had that threatening sound in his voice. Don't me wait long… or else is what he meant. Itachi disappeared, leaving Sasuke alone in the bathroom.
Sasuke got into the tub, turning the tub's knob, titled hot, and waited for the hot bath water to wash over his skin, knowing that his wounds were going to sting. Another unpleasant feeling he was use to. After he was done with his 10 min shower, he opened the bathroom's cabinet, taking hold of the capsule bottle of painkillers and opened the lid. With his other hand, he turned on the sink and cupped his hand and poured the water and 2 pills in his mouth. Back pain is a bitch.
Sasuke came out of the door, wearing a dark blue shirt with a jacket, and shoes. It was summer and it was 80 degrees outside. It sucked. After locking up, he went around Itachi's car and got into the passenger seat. Itachi had his sunglasses on, chewing on a piece of gum, worn a black button up shirt, straight leg dark jeans, and shoes. He had an axe fragrance on him too. Weren't they just going to eat?