Day 18

I do not want to move to fast, claim things to fast, but I won't let you down. When you are with me, my world has tilted upside down.

I only have eyes for you; I will not accept any substitutions or any other exceptions. There is nothing that I would not do, than to spend eternity with you. I'll do anything you asked me to, go to the stars and the moon, give you the sun, and there is nothing more than I want to hear that you are in love with me, and you want no one else but to be with me.

I want the world to realize that I want to be stuck with you, and I hope that you want nothing more than to be stuck with me as too.

Chapter 18

Stuck With You prt 2

"Sasuke" Itachi whispered into his younger brother's ear. Sasuke shivered at the pleasure the single gestured caused, and turned to look at Itachi, pain in his eyes. Itachi could not help but cup his younger brother's face, and feel the empathy that radiated all around him. Just seeing the look in Sasuke's eyes, he knew that he hated to see pain ever cross his brother's face and he would do anything to take it away.

"Do you think" Sasuke whispered, his eyes averting to the side. Itachi leaned in and kissed the tip of his nose. He knew what Sasuke was dreading; he himself was dreading it as well. The words and the painted images all lead down to a tragedy, of an older brother that had denied his younger brother, his other half. The feel of Sasuke in his arms, Itachi could never imagine himself denying his younger brother, his Sasuke. He was a part of him just as much he was a part of Sasuke they completed each other. Sasuke suddenly stood up and pulled away from his brother.

"Sasuke" Itachi called back, getting to his feet. Sasuke threw him a glare over his shoulder.

"Leave me alone," he growled, and ran upstairs. Itachi was confused as to what had gotten into his little brother all of a sudden. Itachi sighed and decided to let him be, and hoped his brother would come to him when he was ready.

Sasuke had a million confusing feelings swimming all inside of him. Once he reached his now shared room with his brother, he walked towards the window. His brother had said that they were not leaving the house, and one of the reasons was because he still might not be able to go out in the sunlight. He wanted to though, he wanted to be able to share all of this with his brother and not trap him into the night. But then again, everything always led back to the day and the night. He was done with the pain and he was done with the emptiness. He liked feeling complete, but if the concept of the day and the night could hurt them…he wished he could end both of them or blend them into one.

Reaching for the curtain, his slim fingers curled onto the material, softly pulling back the covers and allowing the sunlight to stream in and touch his skin. He had seen the sunlight before, he had been awake during the day, but he could not remember the last time that he felt it shower over his own skin. He found it to be pleasantly warm, but after a while, it begun to burn his skin, making him hiss in agony as he backed away and allowed the curtain to fall back into place as it had been before. He narrowed his eyes, looking at his skin that had been nearly, charred return back to its normal unblemished perfection.

Apparently, he was not ready to be out in the daylight, but his brother was older, and therefore more able to be out in the night moon. For a moment, fear ran through him that the moon could also hurt his brother as the sun had hurt him. What was he going to do if he could never share the day with Itachi? Would his brother recent him for it? Sasuke sighed, and walked back towards the bed, looking at his hand in wonder.

Did it matter; he wanted to always, be at his brother's side, through good or the bad. He had spent hours wondering of his brother, thinking about him, and even dreaming about this moment. He had been lost and trapped in the night and now here he at least was, in the day sharing at least a moment with his brother. He never wanted to let him go. Not ever again. Sasuke was in this forever, but right now he didn't know what to think. After he heard Itachi read the words in the diary, that man had everything wrong. How could he ever deny the feeling in his chest, and the need that was just at the palm of his hands, he was so close, why would he turn his back?

Sasuke curled the fingers of his hand inwardly and looked back towards the window. It hurt, that was true. There was a deep pain in their existence, but facing it a lone hurt so much more than facing it with the one that was meant for you. It was not a choice though. No one ever seemed to want you to have a choice when it came to your love life, when you were cursed to live your life in between the day and the night. But what did that mean? What were they and what was the world that they lived in if it was not the same as a human being. Through their eyes, was the world, the colors, and the view, ever the same?

Sasuke threw his head back, his teeth biting into his lower lip.

Whatever it was that he was living, whatever it was that he was feeling in the end he could not help but feel grateful and accept it all, this curse, as it was, was malicious when it came to the sin of incest, but he found himself thoroughly fine and happy with it. He loved his older brother more than it was natural to love anyone, and just the fact that he was able to do that, made him feel like he could touch the stars. If it was a curse that he was destined to be in love with his brother, heck he did not want to be human, he did not want to be normal, and he didn't want the curse to end.

He would gladly cling to his brother, and stay with him –Forever.

The moon had just made its presence noted to the dusking sky, making the world feel peace after such a long day. Itachi was in the kitchen looking for something that he could make to eat when his younger brother decided to make his presence known. He turned his head to look at him and raised an eyebrow when he saw the boy shyly shuffling his feet, while looking down. "You hungry?" he decided to ask, wanting his little brother to feel comfortable around him. Sasuke looked up at him and nodded his head. Itachi proceeded to search for something the two of them could eat.

In the end, he had ended up making a salad, with chicken and rice. Sasuke proved to love tomatoes, seeing as it was what he most gobbled up.

After they ate, they both headed back into the living room, silence between them. Since his little brother had left him alone, Itachi had a lot to think about, especially all on the words written in the diary written about someone's rejection of his younger brother. When you lived during the day, the time sometimes felt as if it slowly dragged itself, and you were stuck in the parallel of it all. To have to face it, when you were older than the one you were destined to be with, it hurt. He could remember how confused he was, and how much he wanted his own brother around when he could no longer sleep through the night. When you can no longer thoroughly sleep and you fall out of your own routine, restlessness settles in you, a sort of depression.

Facing the day all the time you never think that all you will feel is an empty loneliness in the night. It would feel like you were left out, all alone, with no one to share it with. However, with Sasuke here, he felt like he was going to be okay, and actually make it through the night. He just hoped his brother would talk to him though, he was not sure if he could take too much of the silence that still lingered between them. Both of them sat down on the couch, the cushions having been placed back to their rightful place. Sasuke was the first to move though, as he let himself drop on his side so he could lean into his older brother, snuggling into him. "I'm sorry," He whispered.

Itachi leaned down and kissed his cheek. "What for?" he quietly asked.

"For just leaving like that," Sasuke whispered again, and then looked up at Itachi with a small smile on his face. "Can we read the rest of it?"

Itachi gave him a concerned look, "Something tells me it won't be a happy ending Otouto, are you sure you want to read the rest?" Sasuke gave him a hard-determined look and nodded his head with absolute certainty.

"Yes"

Itachi pecked his lips. He then reached for the book in the counter table, the title, Purgatory, shinning in the light that lit the living room. Once Itachi sat back down on the couch, Sasuke got up and sat himself in his lap. Itachi moved his legs apart so Sasuke could sit in between them, and scooted further back in the couch, to a more comfortable position, his arms went around his brother's waist, and the book in front of Sasuke.

Itachi then proceeded to open the book to the page where he and Sasuke had last left off, and rested his head on Sasuke's shoulder. Sasuke turned to look at him and kissed his cheek, before setting into him, ready for him to start reading. Itachi took his eyes off his baby brother, and began to once more read the book. And as he started, Sasuke's hands placed themselves on his, mostly holding onto his wrists, in a way to hold on to him.

My baby brother, Uchiha Izuna.

His long hair swayed behind him, and his eyes, they were those of an angel. His face, a precious thing, and the beautiful smile that lit up his face, under the compelling glow of the moon. His charming raven bags framed his face as he moved toward me, his hands reaching out, "Brother," he called, his tone soft. I could have sworn it was longing. However, he was an angel, I could have sworn, the unearthly person before me was an angel sent from heaven to forever, curse me in my own sin. Or maybe he was the devil of my life, the fallen angel come here to drag me with him to live out the sin I rejected all my life.

"Don't come near me" was all that left my lips; a sharp glare was what I gave him. Above all else, in my heart that I desired besides company, was a way to die. I wanted the normality of living and the luxury of dying. If we have someone prematurely chosen for us, why does it sometimes have to be incest? Why was it I that was cursed to face eternity with the weight of incest.

"Why" Izuna had asked and I ignored him.

Izuna never left my side since then. Even if he was out of my reach, Izuna was always there within my rage of sight and I started to notice something oddly strange. The sun no longer burned, I no longer agonized, and the moon no longer bothered me, I was no longer depressed and restless. Everything felt peaceful. The day seemed better now, and Izuna trailed right behind me with a smile on his face, looking at the lighted world as if he had never seen it before. He would comment about how beautiful things looked, and how good and the sun felt on his pale skin. Even in the sun, he was like an unearthly angel that had just appeared out of nowhere and I could not help but admire him.

My eyes could not help but trace over the lines of his face, the curve of his lips, and the sparkle that shone in his eyes whenever he caught me staring at him. I could never look away from his lips whenever they moved to pronounce my name, nor the way he would stick out his tongue whenever he was in deep thought, and never noticed me looking. He looked so invitingly soft, so small compare to me, and always so happy.

At night, Izuna would make his bed directly next to me. We would stay up watching the night sky, the moon, and the stars above and he would tell me that there was so much more to the night. He said he wanted to show me, but I ignored him, wanting him to shut up and stop compelling me with his damned soft and whispering voice. To sleep under the moon was now something pleasant, and when I woke up his face was the first thing I saw. The next thing I was always aware was of his lethal body curled up next to mine, provoking me to ravish him, to take him, to love him…to claim him completely as mine.

I started to wonder if my younger brother was trying to make me fall in love with him. I wondered if the reason why I suddenly felt so calm was because of his mere presence, somehow that angered me and I wanted him to go away. He was never in my life before and I did not need him in my life now. but I found my anger dissipating every time I would watch him wake up, ready to yell at him. His eyes would slowly open, and stay half-lidded, looking at me with such an adorable sleepy expression that I felt my heart melt. The feeling was new to me, and once more, I felt like I was being compelled into him.

"Good ni-morning," he would trip over his words, as if it was something he was not used to saying. He would smile so innocently, and his white pale skin made me itch to touch it but I held back. To cute, to adorable, to inviting, and he was supposed to be all mine.

I did not want to believe what was happening, that I might be falling in love with him. The mere thought of how that was looked down upon in the human world made me frown and turn my back on him, never once greeting him in the warm way that he would greet me.

Yet his hand would somehow find its way into mine.

Somehow, I would find him leaning onto my side.

I would find him telling me stories about his own past.

He would share every little secret with me.

And I would find that the days would fade, and the nights built with new memories, with me sitting beside him, his hand in mine and his head resting on my shoulder. And while he is watching the night sky talking about the different stars and constellations, I would be looking at his face, and how the breeze of air would play with the long strands of his hair. I found myself thinking that he was beautiful all the way, until he was sleeping.

And while I could no longer see his eyes, I would start thinking on my own feelings. I would try to clear my head of what he was doing to me every time I lost myself in his presence. I wanted to pull away and leave him here, to leave without saying anything but something would nag at me, pull on my heart and I would stay there beside him.

What shocked me the most was that I found a smile on my face for the first time since I could remember.

I was happy.

I could feel it in the beat of my heart. I could feel it in the dance of my pulse every time his skin would brush against mine-then it all came to a crashing reality of this fantasy I had trapped myself in.

His lips were soft against mine, honeysuckle sweet and I found myself trying to let him know that he had come to mean something much more to me. I was going against everything I had ever believed. But there was still something I found unsatisfying as my lips devour his, and his own opened in defeat against my dominance, and I pushed my tongue into the sultry cavity of his mouth. I could feel him tremble in pleasure under my touch.

When I pulled away I could see that love reflect in his eyes, and I felt I did not deserve it.

If we were going to live under a curse, was it fair to be this happy? I still wanted to prove that I did not need him, that there was no way that I had to bow down to the sin of being with my own brother. Yet, I was hungry, and I ate at his mouth, kissing with a desperation that tugged at my chest and a need I had never felt before that burned at my loins.

I wanted, I wanted so much to keep drinking him this way, to keep enjoying him this way.

"Goodnight Izuna" I said, pulling away from the kiss.

He gave me this adorably confused face, but smiled. He leaned forward and sweetly pecked my lips one final time as he turned on his side, facing my side and slowly drifted off to sleep. I cursed myself, and waited until I was sure he would no longer wake up and I left. I left him there all alone. The guilt washed all over me.

I had to get myself back in track with what I had first wanted to prove, that I could be human. That I could break the curse and Izuna and I could be normal brothers!

I should have known better.

While Izuna had come into my live, it was already too late to want and pull away from the bond we had already started to build. I should have known that to Izuna this was not a sin, that this was his true feelings and his love. That this meant to him a lot more than a curse and anything else above, from regulations, past purgatory, everything else, he only saw me and I kept trying to look past him. I should have known my younger brother would be foolish to come and search for me as I tried so hard to distance myself from him. I should have known that I could not escape, but I was so dead set on trying to, I rushed faster, and faster, moving away and into the world.

Surrounded by humans, I wanted to be like them.

I could not take it all, the soft flesh of my brother was calling me, the personal hell to my own sin and I did not know what to do to make it stop! There was no one else around, and for three day's I maintained a distance, I ran far in the world and I was going crazy.

The days no longer faded as they used to, and they would linger, burning my flesh and retinas making me want to hide. The moon was no longer calm, but a turmoil of my own gripping emotions that will make me go down to my knees, wishing, trying to understand what I was doing wrong. Why was it so painful, and I cursed everything, the whole world when Izuna had found me again. When he found me, we were in a rocky deserted desert with no one else around but the two of us. His presence again was refreshing as he came near me, his pale skin glowing like always under the zenith of the moon. My breath caught in my throat and suddenly everything my parents had been trying to tell me made sense.

There was only one reason I lived for, and that reason was looking at me with concerned filled eyes, and precious lips that kept calling me brother, brother, brother "Please brother" I lived for him. I continued to breathe for Izuna. I continued to exist in this world solely for my baby brother and no one else. No one else, nothing else mattered and I figured it out.

Izuna existed for me too.

It was his entire fault I was still alive.

It was his fault why misery followed me around, he was my-purgatory.

"Why do you keep running?" He asked me, the longing expression on his face wrenching at my heart, as he no longer held back. He rushed all the way to me, his thin arms going around my neck, embracing me tightly. I could feel the radiance of him never wanted to let me go. I felt my heart kick as he buried his lovely face into the crook of my neck and I felt his tears wet it. He was begging me to stay with him and I found myself self-loathing myself for wanting to leave him all alone.

I could no longer deny it, to neither him or myself and I personally thought it was disgusting. I went against everything I had set myself to believe.

"I love you, Izuna"

He gasped. I knew those were the first true words that I ever spoke to him since I had first met him. Izuna pulled slightly away, his eyes shining with adoration. I had been the one to place that there, and he got his face closer. "I love you too, Madara" He looked so deliriously happy, and he leaned in to kiss me and I kissed him back, all to the point that I launched myself onto him, furiously devouring his mouth and I only continued as I heard the loud crack of his skull as his head met with a rock.

"This is your entire fault," I said, tasting the blood in his mouth, "your entire fault your fault!" I slammed his head down a couple more times, making sure he was dead. When I pulled away I found myself crying as his eyes no longer held life, and they were not the same color of black as they were before. Now they were an empty white, and I washed as his skin became nothing but a diamond dust, as the moon touched his precious skin. I felt him seep away from my fingers, washing away from the universe I still found myself living in and I continued to cry. I cried for him, as much as I cried for myself, because I loved him and I could not accept it.

Izuna was gone, and I truly was alone.

I didn't move away from where I was, I simply slammed my fist into the ground, crying out anything I could-I bet I didn't even have a soul.

It was agonizing; my fingers curled themselves into the dirt before me, the small rocks in between my fingers. I could no longer think and I swore I was no longer breathing in a world that had left me all alone, so had my brother left me alone in the end. And I waited for my fate, Izuna no longer lived, so there was no purpose for me to continue on suffering. He had tried, and he had let Izuna know how much he meant and now, here he was at his end, as the sun rose and lit up the world, washing away the night, erasing Izuna from his memory.

A strangled cry left past my lips as my flesh burned, turning to ashes of small particles, slowly disintegrating my skin, blood, and bones. I was burning up, and curled into myself, perhaps in an attempt to survive, but it was futile, I had created this end for me-to the point I no longer felt anything anymore. Pain and anything else meant nothing at this point, except for the sole thought of my beloved little brother.

I wondered if I was going to go join Izuna in another world, but the fact remains that this is all that was left behind. Nothing but memories, nothing but a story, and nothing but this writing, no pictures, no nothing, just what people know, no longer existing in the same plane as everyone else. It was over.

We do not get a second chance in the world. The mistakes we have committed are all memories, and we go neither to heaven nor to hell. There is no heaven and hell when you are nothing, but a shadow. When you are neither here or there, you do not matter to anyone. The curse that grips us can't be described, much less the reasons as to why we need someone else to survive. Why I needed my brother to exists, and why he needed me to exist. I think I was cursed to forever doubt myself, and bring upon my own destruction. We are cursed to walk the earth by eternity, but for whatever reason, we are not cursed to face it alone-and I could never understand nor accept that, just because the one that I was meant to face the world with was my own flesh and blood, because Izuna was my younger brother.

Even as a human, I would doubt they know that they are dead, or where their souls would go, there is nothing.

Besides, the punishment that comes with death-whatever it is in our lives, wherever we go. I deserve eternal solitude for the pain I brought my brother, and for my own selfish reasons. Maybe no one else would have to face my mistakes, but I would love everyone to know.

My own understanding had changed.

Moreover, I thank Izuna every day for it, and for loving me until out end.

The book ended there, the following pages were a complete blank. Sasuke was relaxed against Itachi's chest as the elder Uchiha brother continued to flip the pages in the silence of the room. Itachi could have sworn he flipped over thirty other pages, but none of them held any other kind of writing and so he closed the book. As soon as he did, he felt Sasuke shift against him, and he turned his head to look over at his silent younger brother. Sasuke was looking at the book with an unreadable expression, but an adorable one nonetheless, and Itachi found himself leaning in to kiss his brother's cheek. He had been right; the story all the way to the end had been heart wrenching to read. A part of him wished there would have been a different kind of ending, but this one seemed fitting.

Sasuke shifted again, turning his head to look at his brother with a questioning look, "I don't get it, if he was happy, and finally accepting his brother, why did he kill him and himself? Why couldn't he be happy with him?" he asked, the confusion still swirling deeply in the depths of his brothers eyes. Itachi dropped the book, making it land on the floor as he brought his arms tightly around his little brother's chest and buried his face into the crook of his neck.

"I don't get it either Sasuke, but it almost sounded like he was tired of living, as well as he sought out death. I'd die to if you weren't here," he whispered right into Sasuke's soft neck and kissed it. Sasuke still refused to believe it though. He did not care what selfish reasons Madara had behind it all, after he had told his brother that he had loved him, he should have cherished him! There was no excuse in his actions, and he did not care about being human. He had already told himself before, being normal was boring, and being just brothers was a shame. He loved Itachi and there was no way he would die and take Itachi with him, just like he wouldn't let Itachi die, he wanted to share this world with Itachi.

"I love you Itachi," He said, "I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you!" He pushed against Itachi, making the older release him so he could turn around in his lap and straddle him, his face buried in his brother's shoulder, allowing Itachi to hug him and hold him again. "I love you."

"I love you too, Sasuke" Itachi said, then moved his younger brother's face to his, and kissed him. Sasuke did not hesitate to kiss him right back. Itachi knew now what his mother meant that he and Sasuke and to face the reality of what has happened between relationships like his and Sasuke's. There was so much pain and hurt, but he was selfish but not like Madara. No, he wanted his little brother, and he wanted to be able to taste him and love every part of him. He truly would show his baby brother what he meant to him, and he had to wonder where such a drive came from. And as his lips moved over Sasuke's parting ones, his tongue moved into the moist little cavity of his brother's mouth and a memory surface into his mind making him pull away.

The first time he kissed Sasuke was not on Sasuke's birthday, when the two of them were allowed to come together.

"Niisan, you'd never leave me right?" Sasuke asked, looking at him with adulation.

"Of course not," Itachi said, his finger tips running over Sasuke's cheek, "Don't you remember, when we were young, I promised to you, I would never let you go?" Sasuke leaned into his cheek and he got a thoughtful look on his face when the memories came crashing down into him like an old dream. Well, at least what he had thought were dreams, or what he called 'daymares'. When he dreamt and felt the residing warmth and the loneliness settle as he woke up every night, it was because he was missing Itachi. The person in his dreams had always been Itachi. He and Itachi, roaming over under the sun, and he was in his arms, happily cuddled into his brother's chest.

They'd be outside, under the shade and Itachi would press kisses onto his lips, and tell him all the time how much he loved him, but he had yet been able to talk. Then he reached a certain age, where the sun irritated him, and he would feel angry all the time and then even panicky when he was pulled away from his brother and forced to sleep the day away. He had to force himself, to forget about it all. He had been young, and his parents had been hoping he would be another day dweller like his brother, but the realization had come to late when they found he was a night dweller-and he started to disrupt Itachi's own sleeping pattern. The only thing that had saved him from being around the day for so much time was Itachi. The other could not exist without the other, and Itachi's every intention had always been to protect him. He understood it all now.

A happy smile crossed Sasuke's lips, and he brought both his arms up around Itachi's neck to fiercely, hug him into him. He was right where he needed to be.

"Otouto, I can't breathe" Itachi chuckled and dropped to the side, making Sasuke laugh as well, and loosen his hold on him. Both of them ended up kissing again, only this time, as Itachi ran his hand to Sasuke's side, the two of them fell off the couch.

The book on the floor snapped away from them, and made them pull away as they turned to face it. They watched as the book flipped around, page after page, almost angrily before it opened to another page, writing appearing before it.

This time an Algerian type of writing, the words straight and neat covering the page, and the page beside it, and probably a few other pages. Itachi and Sasuke stared at the book, in wonderment.

Finally, Sasuke reached for it and read the first sentence.

I hated everyone who ever thought that incest was acceptable between a day dweller and night dweller. I hated it so much when it happened to my friend and I thought he was being stolen from me, and then it happened to me! I could not believe it-I hated my older brother.

Sasuke dropped the book and Itachi kicked it aside. They did not know who it would be this time, but the two of them had no desire to read another painful story between two brothers that would never happen. "Shall we go to bed, Otouto?" Itachi asked. Sasuke gave him a pouting look, but then nodded his head.

Itachi was still going to be there after all.

As the two stood up and left, the book angrily flipped around, ineffective at grabbing their attention again.

And as long as I can, I'll spend my days with you, and end my days with you.

Trying to always let you know how much you mean to me. After everything else in the world, we won't follow behind the footsteps of anyone else. Is your love I wish to share, and I want nothing else to do than to spend our eternal existence with you.

Until our end-whenever that might be.

Thank you all who reviewed! :)

Lol, I was listening to my Chemical romance, Demolition lovers while i was writting this. Oddly enough I feel good about this chapter.

Not so much in the end. Hope you all enjoy it in the same.