Slave to a Shark – Chapter 09: The Sharingan and the Vampire

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"So which way?" Suigetsu asked finally. He and Sasuke had been standing by a random tree not far from the mansion for almost thirty minutes now. Sasuke's ability to stand there motionless was aggravating for Suigetsu.

"We aren't going home."

"What? Didn't you promise your brother..."

"I don't care. Like hell I'm leaving my brother near..." Sasuke didn't finish as he remembered that Suigetsu actually liked Kisame. He couldn't exactly say "that monster" without offending the aquatic annoyance.

"I get it." Suigetsu didn't need Sasuke to finish. "But look, you being there is harder on Itachi."

"What do I do?" Sasuke asked, turning towards Suigetsu seriously.

"Nothing. Hoshigaki-sama will not hurt your brother."

"Bullshit." Sasuke clenched his fists, remembering the look on his brothers face.

"I'm serious." Suigetsu responded. "He's in love with Itachi."

"He's what?" Sasuke was taken aback by this statement. It was unexpected.

"It's true." Suigetsu shrugged. "Your brother will be fine."

"I still don't feel comfortable with them being near each other." Sasuke grinded his teeth together. "He told me to leave because it wasn't safe. He was basically telling me things are so bad he's willing to risk it to get me out of there. Risk getting caught on our way home and slaved by someone else. Risk not being there protecting me constantly." Sasuke's eyes blurred red with emotion. "I know my brother, Suigetsu. I know him enough to know that things aren't alright."

Suigetsu didn't respond instantly, he was entranced by Sasuke's eyes. "Sasuke..."

"Besides." Sasuke stopped. "I'm not going home until I solve that stupid puzzle."

Suigetsu groaned. "Oh come on it was boring as heck."

Sasuke barely heard Suigetsu. His mind was going through possibilities.

Itachi would only allow me to leave with Suigetsu if he trusted Suigetsu, which he doesn't. He knows Suigetsu is controlled by Kisame... Does he trust Kisame? Or does he believe he can use Kisame for his own ends? To risk the Uchiha by having Suigetsu come with me... It's unlike him. Does that mean he believes there is no risk? What would give him that impression? ...

Itachi has no intention of returning home. Ever. If I leave no, I will never see Itachi again. He intends to stay here, forever, and control Kisame, and in doing so, control Suigetsu...

Is that why he thinks this is safe?

...

Sasuke wanted to attack something. His anger was boiling imagining his brother sacrificing himself in any way. All because of... Kisame. Kisame would have to die.

But Suigetsu...

I like Suigetsu.

But Suigetsu is a problem, and Itachi's life is more precious than Suigetsu, more than Kisame, more than the Uchiha...

Sasuke bit his lip, drawing blood. A trail of bright red slid down the side of his chin and suddenly there was a movement, a strange sensation of being touched.

SLAM. The crackeling sound of a body colliding with the hard surface of a tree reverberated throughout the forest, the tree splintered into pieces that fell all around. Sasuke had reacted to through his anger and dislike of being touched by pouncing against Suigetsu, who was now looking into Sasuke's eyes in shock.

"Jackass, what the hell was that for?!" Suigetsu asked in annoyance. "Let go of me."

Sasuke let his hand fall and he looked again towards the mansion. "Sorry." The wind ruffled Sasuke's hair as he plotted his attack, his mind returning to his previous thoughts.

Suigetsu is a tool to be used. When the time is right, I will kill him and kill Kisame.

Jared separated his being into two. With one, he kept a close watch on Kisame through the shadows. There was a secret he kept even from Kisame - one he kept from everyone. A secret that gave him the power to watch over the mansion and Kisame from the shadows as he was doing now.

Right now his other half was flying in the form of a bat to a house a few miles away from the mansion. This house belonged to Jared. It was a farm house that he had built himself with wood he cut himself. There were farm animals, a barn and many crops for miles around the area. There was also a small greenhouse for crops that were out of season otherwise.

Jared entered his farmhouse, immediately heading for the basement. His captive should be awake around now.

When he went downstairs, long curly lashes and deep Crimson eyes met equally red eyes. The captive gasped.

"A-are you an Uchiha?" The captive noticed however, that these red eyes did not have black swirls inside. They simply had a red glow.

"No, I am not." Jared responded, letting his bright red eyes fade away to their previous midnight color.

"I see." The captive had been sitting in the barn, unable to move for hours. He could have moved probably - but it was too painful. A mark on his neck prevented him from disobeying Jared's orders. The mark of the slave. "You're my master."

"Yes, I am, Shisui." Jared sat down across from Shisui. "However, I have very little interest in you."

"Then let me go." Shisui said calmly. "I need to get back to my cousin."

"Itachi?"

Shisui was quiet for a moment. "You know him?"

"I do."

Shisui growled in anger, his eyes turning red. "Did you capture him too?"

"He's not my slave." Jared responded calmly.

"Then..."

"I cannot tell you more." Jared said raising a hand before Shisui could say any more. "From here on out I am making it your job to take care of this farm. Take care of the animals. Take care of the crops. You can do what you like with them. Use them for your livelihood. That is your job, that is what I need you to do. I need you to live until the time comes for you to serve your purpose."

"And what is my purpose?"

"None yet." Jared lied. "But it will come."

"I don't understand. What kind of slave am I?"

"The kind that works." Jared responded.

"And if I refuse?"

"Let the mark take care of that for you." Jared responded. "It will hurt you if you fight back. It will kill you if you rebel too much."

Shisui sighed, deciding to try a different tactic. "Okay, how about this. Let me help my cousin, then I'll do whatever you want."

"No." Jared didn't even think, standing up now. "You and I have much to discuss later. For now, I want you to get used to your new home. You have freedom to explore and move around the farmland, however there is a powerful electrical fence around the borders. Never attempt to cross the fence. Make your home and make a list of things you may need to live here. I'll see if I can provide them for you."

Before Shisui could argue, Jared was gone.

How did he leave so quickly? Shisui wondered. That speed was inhumane, it's like he disappeared...

Nonetheless, Shisui got up to explore the place. He did have to find a way out of here, and he also had to live. If his "Master" intended for him to feed himself using the animals and crops available than he would have to learn to work with that. He would do what he could, learn what he could, until he could find Itachi. Itachi looked up to him like a big brother and... Shisui couldn't help but feel responsible. It was his job to protect Itachi, and he couldn't fail.

I wonder if there are any books nearby that I can use to learn more about farming?

Kisame washed his face and looked in the mirror. It was a horrific moment in which his heart sank and he remembered his childhood of being called a monster, a shark, a fish... He really did look like a monster. Worse right now because his fish eyes were hollowed.

Ugh... How can anyone find this attractive?

Then Itachi's words during the... Kisame shivered not wanting to call it what it was... Rape... His words were "I love you."

But why would he say that? He doesn't act like he loves me. What did it mean?

Shaking away those thoughts, Kisame picked up a fluffy navy blue hand towel and began washing his face as he left the bathroom. Itachi had the windows open from their second floor bedroom. His legs were dangling off edge of the window where he sat on the ledge, breathing in the fresh morning air.

Kisame watched him from behind, curious about what Itachi was thinking, but too afraid to approach.

Last night Kisame had done some thinking and really put himself into Itachi's shoes. Seeing things from his perspective had helped Kisame get some understanding - enough understanding to know to keep distance and avoid touching Itachi.

For his part, Itachi didn't bother turning around, even though he knew Kisame was there. He could practically feel the shark's eyes boring into his back. Eventually, that feeling was too uncomfortable and he turned around to meet Kisame's gaze. His eyes were red. Kisame had not seen Itachi's brown eyes since before the assault.

"You promised me a date."

Kisame stared back in surprise. "I did. But I don't think it's a good idea to go to it... You're still recovering. The conference is in a few hours and we will be fine without it."

"I'm fine. I don't need to recover." Itachi insisted.

"Well, we can have a date. I have a better idea for one." Kisame responded. Itachi grimaced at his words. "Are you alright, Itachi? Does it hurt?"

Itachi looked confused. "I'm fine. I just said that."

"You made a face like you were in pain."

I was in pain thinking about what your better idea for a date was. "It was nothing."

Kisame didn't push the issue but instead turned to leave. "I have to go to work Itachi. If you need anything I'll be in my office. Or you can just ask Jared."

Itachi had a hard time walking. Honestly he had had a hard time doing anything since the moment he had been caught as a slave, but this time he could finally break. He wasn't letting it show, but he no longer cared the way he used to. Sasuke was gone and would be safe, there was nothing more that mattered. Well... It wasn't completely guaranteed that he was safe, but Sasuke was stronger now. Itachi had to let him go and trust him to find his way back. Besides... He had control of Kisame now, which meant control of Suigetsu. Sasuke would be safe.

It's true Itachi had a purpose in staying - but he also didn't care. He had resigned himself to the pain and the way his body was treated like ragged doll. The lack of the basic things every human was entitled to on birth such as free will were taken from him and he didn't care anymore.

So he let himself get off the ledge of the window, he strode through the cursed castle that was Kisame's and he didn't care that his wounds were open or that he was bleeding. He didn't care that his eyes were starting to throb and felt like they would burst from overuse of the sharingan. He didn't care that his eyesight was going to start depleting if he kept this up or that his eyes would start bleeding soon.

No he just didn't care. So why then, couldn't he calmly turn off his eyes? The ones which turned on in their own when the user was feeling deep emotion? Why wouldn't they turn off? In frustration Itachi pushed himself to walk further, ignoring the exhaustion and energy his eyes pulled from his body to his eyes constantly.

They must've been red because he was mad about missing the conference.

"Itachi!" Kisame approached alarmed. It had taken Kisame a while to find Itachi - he was sitting in the library with a book in hand, but he was not reading. "What's happening to you?"

"Nothing." Itachi tried to look as impassive as possible, but he could not. He was completely exhausted. He was sweating and his breathing came in deep, ragged breaths. He could not turn his sharingan off. It was draining his energy since he was not used to it being active at all times.

"We need a doctor." Kisame was about to leave when Itachi stopped him.

"Stay."

"Itachi, you-."

"Stay."

Kisame took a deep breath trying to calm his anger - he really wanted to yell and say "you're in no condition to stop me!" but he knew better than to raise his voice to Itachi as things stood so instead he knelt down next to Itachi and tried to be as gentle as possible in his words, which was difficult since he never had to be gentle before. "Give me a good enough reason otherwise I'm going whether you want me to or not."

"It's my eyes, they drain my energy." Itachi murmured, covering them with his hands and breathing in relief. The moment they were covered he seemed to relax just a little. "If I cover them like this or turn them off I'll be fine."

"Then turn them off." Kisame was confused as to why Itachi hadn't already done this. "They're obviously draining your energy."

"I don't want to." Itachi said simply. He wasn't yet ready to admit to Kisame that he simply couldn't turn them off. "When they're on I read better and I want to read."

Kisame wanted nothing more at that moment than to rip every book in this building apart so Itachi couldn't strain himself. He held in his urge to tear things and sighed. "You should worry about your health."

Coming from you, that's rich.

"I do." Itachi said. "I just want to be informed for our date."

"Why would you need to be informed for that?"

"Are we not going to a place where I can discuss politics?" Itachi asked. "Even if we missed today's conference we can go to other ones."

"I was thinking something relaxing would be better." Kisame narrowed his eyes. "Besides this is taking up your energy."

Itachi gave Kisame a sharp look. "That is for me to decide, not you. I want to go to these things. I enjoy it, and I enjoy reading even if it makes me like this. It's not your decision to stop me." Then Itachi paused his sharp eyes going back to their defeated stance. "Or actually... I guess it is your decision." Itachi's hand went to his curse mark and he avoided Kisame's gaze.

The guilt of those words caused conflict in Kisame. On the one hand, he wanted to put Itachi's health first. On the other, it really was Itachi's decision and by denying it Kisame was making it clearer that all he cared about was suppressing Itachi's control. Then again, forcing Itachi to care about his health meant the same thing.

"Fine, we can go to the next conference." Kisame said, his fingers gripping the pants of his suit. "But you have to agree to go to relaxing dates as well."

Itachi was silent for a while. "I can agree to that."

"Good. We are going to one now." Kisame sighed in relief, a breath he hadn't known he was holding was released. It was then that he realized he had ordered Itachi again. "... If you're feeling up to it." Which now that he phrased it like that... Itachi didn't look like he was feeling up to anything.

"Sure. What's a relaxing date?" Itachi asked, putting his book aside and intertwining his fingers as his red eyes observed Kisame.

In his mind, Itachi considered all the things he assumed would be relaxing for Kisame. Listening to horror stories, telling horror stories, watching a dog die, plotting the downfall of a country or maybe a walk through the city in which he flipped off every person he saw until someone picked a fight with him. Considering such unsavory acts, perhaps relaxing meant drinking excessively. Itachi suddenly wondered what Kisame was like drunk, but didn't get to wonder too long as Kisame began to speak.

"You haven't really had a chance to explore this place... And it's almost time for the sun to set. I was thinking we could go to the lake and watch the sun set. Have a picnic."

"That..." Wow, that was unexpected. "That sounds nice, actually." Itachi was relieved. Then again, a picnic with Kisame could turn into a beheading or rape if Itachi wasn't careful.

"Good." Kisame beamed. "Let's go now, I had the area setup already." Kisame held out his hand for Itachi to take.

Itachi stared at the hand for a while, not wanting to touch the monster. At the same time, he didn't want to offend him and bring bad Kisame out. The thought of that had him lifting his hand, but he could not stop the trembling.

Kisame withdrew his hand before Itachi could take it, and instantly the crow jerked his head up to look into the shark's eyes.

"You can say no, it's okay."

No, it's not okay even if you say it is.

"I uhm… The eyes just drained so much energy I'm shaking." Itachi lied, hoping it would work. Kisame didn't say anything for a while and they were looking into the others eyes intensely.

"That's fine." Kisame said finally, getting up. "I understand. If you want to stop and rest at any point, just let me know."

Jared was watching Shisui through the shadows. In truth, it was remarkably easy for him. In his several hundred years on this planet, Jared had the opportunity to meet several Uchiha's. At one point, he had had a love affair with one, his name... Was it... Izuna? Ah yes it was. His older brother Madara had nearly killed Jared at one point... Long story. Izuna also looked remarkably like Sasuke, and yet... All Uchiha shared the same characteristics. Black hair. Dark eyes. Impassive faces. Sasuke was still a child but he struggled to maintain his lack of emotions... Probably training still. And then there was their poetic, archaic way of speaking.

That's why it was so confusing for Jared to watch Shisui. The boy was clumsy. He had tripped - Uchihas never trip -, dropped a book on his toe - Uchihas never drop things unless it's on purpose -, and he had walked into the glass of the shower stall - Uchihas don't walk into things.

He was anything but impassive. Shisui would speak to himself - Jared had to admit it was entertaining - often it was a "ugh seriously!" About having to do one thing or another. The boy - everyone was a boy compared to Jared, who was older then he would like to admit - was full of energy and and seemed to bounce around. He even sang in the shower.

After a few hours of watching Shisui - Jared was always watching people, life was like a TV show for him, he didn't even feel like a stalker anymore -, the boy sighed and fell against the wall. He held his face in his hands and shook. He did not cry, and after a few moments the breakdown was gone. He sighed and stared sadly at the floor, motionless, his eyes glossing over, and he slowly slid down, losing all energy and will to get up and get into the bed.

After observing the boy drift into what could be considered sleep, Jared considered helping out, he would be sore if he slept on the hard wooden floor...

But it wasn't a risk worth taking. Jared had learned long ago that the red sharingan of the Uchihas was more powerful than it was given credit for. Jared... Jared was what many might consider a vampire. And he was weak to the sharingan. The red eyes of the Uchiha could control him, sense his existence when he was too close or if he hadn't fed within six hours.

Jared had been watching Shisui so intently he hadn't fed in twelve. He would have to feed or be found, and that was a weakness he couldn't risk.

Worse yet... The Uchiha blood was delicious. It could do things to Jared that other blood couldn't compare to. With a shiver, Jared remembered Izuna's taste and felt, for the first time in years, a strong urge to feed. At his age, a pureblood vampire like Jared hardly felt the need for blood. Jared had gone on years without and was perfectly fine, able to resist with no effort. But now a strong sensation was pulling him towards the Uchiha...

A shock reverberated through the room, the barn, and beyond as Shisui opened his eyes, sensing danger in a way he had never senses it before. Uchihas were born hunters, and many didn't even know it. It was a long forgotten art, yet instinct drove Shisui to open his eyes, which were immediately Crimson as adrenaline pumped through his veins and he rose.

Jared was gone the moment he felt the vibrations in the air, he was flying through the air in bat form, his speed accelerating through the nearby village as he entered the home of the first house, and tore through the skin of the first human he met, desperate to quench his thirst and knowing it wouldn't be quenched.

The human was an elderly woman. She fell to the floor, her body devoid of blood within minutes, as Jared stood shaking. This wasn't enough. He needed more. He was around Sasuke and Itachi and nothing has caused such a strong bloodthirst - why now? Why now?! Jared nearly screamed as he fell back against the walls.

He wasn't even guilty about the woman he killed. He didn't care. He was too old to care.

Why now?

"This is delicious." Itachi said conversationally as he sat a healthy distance away from Kisame at their picnic while nibbling on cheesecake. They were sitting by the lake, a red and white tablecloth beneath them and a well woven basket between them.

The basket contained all manner of food, but Itachi had immediately gone for the cheesecake.

"Shouldn't you eat something healthier first?" Kisame asked, nervously. It was their first date, and Kisame wanted it to be perfect. He also had to keep a distance so as to not trigger more fear filled expressions from Itachi... Even if he tried to hide it, Itachi's body reacted to the torture and rape, any physical touch had him shaking and wincing away. He was broken. Kisame had broken him. And yet, he still kept on a brave face as he tried to deal with it. It almost felt like blackmail to be near him... And yet Kisame couldn't help but desire it and let it continue, despite the crow's obvious discomfort.

Itachi seemed to think about this, and as if choosing his words carefully, he responded. "I like cheesecake... Do you want me to eat something else?"

"Eat whatever you want." Kisame's heart sank. Would they ever be normal? Would they ever get to truly enjoy a date together, or would Itachi be haunted forever by the past, never able to enjoy or touch or anything?

Itachi continued eating his cheesecake slowly. He hadn't recovered enough to eat it as fast as he would like. This picnic was making him sick. Kisame's hand was suddenly reaching for his face, and Itachi tried his best not to - but he couldn't help it - he shut his eyes and turned away, using every ounce of self control not to curl into a ball or hurl himself into the lake. Drowning would be better.

"You're bleeding."

"I... What?" Itachi opened his eyes again and looked towards Kisame, who now touched his face, wiping the blood off of his face.

A loud crack was heard in the forest and both Kisame and Itachi turned in a panic towards the sound.

"It's probably Jared. He goes deer hunting sometimes. I wouldn't worry about it." Kisame said, turning his attention back to Itachi. "Your eyes are bleeding."

"I... Want to go to the library." Itachi said, stuffing an entire cheesecake into his mouth and making a chipmunk face as his cheeks bloated and his eyes widened. "Liferraffy."

Kisame sucked his lip and inhaled to avoid laughing at the face. He should've been more serious - Itachi's eyes were bleeding! But Itachi ... Chipmunk cheeks.

"Doctor." Kisame responded stubbornly. "Your eyes are in no condition for the library."

Itachi swallowed the cheese cake and gripped his throat for air as the cake slid down his throat harshly. The bite was too big.

"I told you... I know more about my eyes than any doctor. Only I can stop their redness."

"Then stop it."

"When I feel like it."

"Are you doing this to torture me?" Kisame was frustrated. They couldn't even have a normal date and here was Itachi bleeding his eyes.

Itachi didn't respond, just shut his eyes for the momentary relief as he willed Kisame away.

"I'm sorry."

Itachi clutched his head.

"I want to be alone. I want you to leave me alone."

"Okay. I will stay out of your sight. Your room can be changed."

"That will be best."
Kisame felt himself sink further down, a gripping, sinking sensation filled his stomach and he got up.

"I'll have Jared make the arrangements... I'll get up and go, and you will not see me again unless you seek me out."

"Hn." Itachi acknowledged the answer. When he opened his eyes again, Kisame was gone.

"Either tell me what the hell we are doing, or I'm going home." Suigetsu was annoyed. He was sick of Sasuke observing the mansion from afar.

They had spied on Itachi and Kisame having a picnic. Sasuke had left a deep mark in a tree he had punched when he felt Itachi and Kisame were too close. His eyes blazed red with rage when he watched them converse as if nothing happened.

Suigetsu may or may not have noticed it, but Sasuke did. His brother. In pain. The look of such a defeated man... Surely it couldn't be the brother he had always admired, always looked up to?

The monster that did it to him would pay. Sasuke could barely contain the rage he felt, he wanted to strangle Suigetsu, and do it now.

But he had to be careful. He had to bid his time, until he found an opening, otherwise he might just make it worse.

Sasuke felt a resounding headache forming as he struggled to deal with Suigetsu, who if not for is power, would've been killed by Sasuke by now.

"We will be returning to the mansion. We will say the Uchiha have left and we returned as there was no other place to go. But we need to wait another day before returning so it feels reasonable that we were gone so long."

Suigetsu thought of this. "Fine. But what will we do about food?"

"Go catch a rabbit."

"Why me?" Suigetsu jumped accusingly. Sasuke didn't even respond.

"... Fine." Suigetsu signed. "I'll find some water first though."

It was like talking to a brick wall.

Can I trust Suigetsu? Sasuke wondered. He would. Suigetsu had responded to him in ways that suggested loyalty... Sasuke had the feeling Suigetsu falsely held feelings of friendship, perhaps more.

And Sasuke would use it to his advantage in every possible way.

Shisui sat on the bed, his eyes crimson. He couldn't turn his eyes off. The adrenaline rush he felt had faded, but he was alert, awake, and expecting to be attacked.

It was odd because not a sound could be heard - what could possible exist that could be a danger to him?

Then Shisui felt a chill as the hair on the back of his neck, and his arms rose, he could feel them rise coldly and he shivered.

It was quiet. Not a sound could be heard. Not even a cricket.

-.-.-

"Why are you here?" Shisui asked the next morning, when he found Jared sitting on the kitchen counter. His eyes had returned to their deep brown. Shisui hadn't slept much the night before, but he had calmed down at least.

"I did promise to come for a list of things you would need, did I not?" Jared asked, with impassiveness that could impress an Uchiha.

"Well… Yes, I suppose you did." Shisui answered. "Unfortunately, I haven't made a list yet, but the kitchen is empty… Maybe some pots and pans and things like that could help. So I can cook. And maybe a stove. And a fridge. And some clothes. Or a laundry machine."

There was a lot missing.

"I'll see to it that this place be more fully furnished."

"Okay."

There was a silence in which neither spoke before Shisui answered. "What are you still doing here? We can negotiate my release if you like." Somehow it seemed unlikely.

"Why are you so desperate to leave?"

"Well. Uh." Shisui waved his arms in front of him. "Would you want to be held captive in a strange place with some guy you don't know? I mean I swear there are ghosts here or something, this is in the middle of nowhere, I don't know you. My little cousins are in danger, I have no idea what happened to my other cousin, but I think she's dead… What do you expect?"

"Valid points." Jared admitted. "But I mean, why care so much? Surely family is not that valuable?" Jared had killed his own brother when he was younger. Then he had killed his mother and father. It was tradition, for a vampire to inherit the role as the elder and attain new powers, he had to kill his parents. His brother… Well his brother was just in the way. He had a few younger siblings, all of whom were insignificant and all of whom sought to kill him to take their rightful place as leaders. Family meant little to him.

Shisui glared. "What the hell is wrong with you? Family is definitely worth that!" Shisui was angry now. "How can you not care for family? Besides… To me they are even more important because they are family and friends."

"You are close then."

"Of course!"

"That's why you sought to find them and got caught."

"Yes. You're very informed. Are you just here to agitate me?" Shisui crossed his arms in disgust and anger.

"Is Itachi more important to you?"

If Shisui hadn't been desperate for human contact after being locked in a cage for so long, and then left alone here, he might not have responded. But what harm could this man before him do with information like this? Shisui was naturally social, so being lonely… It just didn't work.

"I love him. What of it?" Shisui asked, his fingers digging into his nails as his mind was filled with Itachi.

"Love… Why?"

"Do you need a reason to love?"

"Love is foolish. It's useless." Yet Jared loved as well. He loved Kisame.

"Not to me. Not to Tohru either."

"That girl… She was his lover."

"Yes."

"Do you love Itachi like a brother, or like a lover?" Jared tilted his head to the side.

"You're asking too many questions."

"Maybe the answer can set you free."

"Lover."

"Then Itachi is only interested in women?" Jared asked, wondering if Itachi was a lost cause with Kisame. If it was so, then Itachi would have to die. He had no use to Kisame if he could not be his lover.

"I don't know. He is probably asexual."

"Probably? Shouldn't you know that?"

"It's not the kind of thing he likes to talk about and if you push Itachi for answers you push him away for good."

Noted. Jared would remember to mention this to Kisame in passing, so as to not push Itachi away any further than he already had.

"I have things to do." Jared said and got up, walking towards the exit. He would not make a flashy exit like earlier – it was obvious from the night before that Shisui was powerful. If he knew of his hunter heritage he probably would've recognized Jared for what he was and possibly… Possibly have killed him already. It was not a risk worth taking.

"Wait! Didn't you promise to set me free?"

"I lied."

"GET BACK HERE." Shisui yelled, chasing Jared to the door, but when he got there, it was empty.

On second thought… If he doesn't know about his heritage, it should be safe.

-.-.-

A/N: Sorry this took so long to get out T_T. It's unedited too, since none of my editors are free right now. How is the story so far? Too much Shisui and Jared? Should I tone down their stories or continue it?

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