Night 19

My chest, my heart-A deep wound and I feel it in the very core of my heart. And if someday you felt something wonderful for me-forgive me. If someday you felt something pleasant for me-forgive me. My heart was already splitting in two. But it came plain and clear for me to understand just how the heart beats, when it needs to, in a sorrow and shell of darkness. I would have never let you lived in happiness even if that…

Sometimes stories aren't always happy and pleasurable, but sad, and pleasant. Sometimes they are cruel and painfully true.

(*Inspired By- Perdóname –La Factoria)

Chapter 19

The Master Mind

The next morning, Sasuke woke up with a hiss in his lips and he automatically jumped out of bed. He glared at the single sliver of direct light that was making its way into the room, shining brightly against the bed sheets. Sasuke watched glaringly as the line of light traveled on the bed, and just ending before it could reach either of his or Itachi's faces. Neither of them had their covers on and even though the sun was touching Itachi's foot, it didn't seem to burn it as it had burned his own hand. Sasuke turned to look at his hand as the slightly irritated burn began to slowly turn itself back to his pale white complexion. He stood up and walked over to the window and pulled the curtains closer together, and then decided to go into the closet to grab something much darker then the white was that were currently covering the bedroom. Why the hell did they have to change to a white color?

A part of him understood that it might be to let the sun light hit them and light up the room in a safe manner that wouldn't have his skin blistering, but they were not convenient to Sasuke. He needed something darker, now that he knew what the direct sun light was capable of doing to his skin. It hurt so much.

As he opened the closet, he looked around searching for some black curtains and hummed, pleased when he found some. He pulled them out and close to him as he walked over to the window again, and looked at it thoughtfully. How was he going to take out the white ones and replace them with the dark ones? Sasuke reached out to the curtains, curling his fingers around the silky material and tugged at it, and continued to do so with more force until the curtain dropped, and Sasuke gasped, startled when they fell and suddenly the sun was shining brightly on him, making him cry out as it rapidly burned at his skin. Sasuke agonized, feeling like every part of his body was on fire, and then he was in the shadows of his closet, as he felt himself be shoved in there.

Sasuke gasped, and felt his skin begin to cool and heal itself-but it was cooling down way too fast for him and it had him shivering. He could faintly feel tears in his eyes as he quivered for a little, and then he opened the closet door and peaked out. He saw that the room now looked dark, and when he saw Itachi he rushed over to him. His arms immediately wrapped themselves around Itachi's waist and his face buried in his chest as he tried hard to get his rapidly cooling body to stop shaking. Itachi tightly wrapped his arms around Sasuke to try and calm him down, startled by his little brother's cold skin, "What were you doing otouto that was so dangerous, you could have killed yourself!" Itachi scolded, but at the same time rubbed Sasuke's back gently, pressing a kiss on to the top of the boy's head.

"I'm sorry niisan, I just wanted to make sure the sun would stay out!" Sasuke cried, and then sighed, trying to calm all of his emotions. He just wanted Itachi right now to distract him. His body needed some serious warming up. Itachi felt Sasuke pull slightly away from him and he looked down at his baby brother.

"You should have asked me to do that,"

"You were sleeping,"

"So you'd much rather kill yourself than to wake me up?" Itachi asked, "We could have always gone back to sleep if we wanted," Sasuke looked disgruntled. He should have woken up his brother, seeing as Itachi could be in the sun. A part of Sasuke feared that he was never going to be able to walk under the sunlight with his brother. Itachi on the other hand decided to kiss he guilty looking face of his baby brother, brushing his lips just over Sasuke's own lips, and then to his chin, following the line of his jaw all the way to his ear. "Next time just wake me up, for any problem you have," Sasuke lightly moaned, nodding his head at the dark seductive tone of Itachi's voice and he brought his hands up to wrap around his neck. Sasuke moved his head to kiss Itachi's cheek and nibble on the skin under Itachi's ear.

Itachi lightly groaned at the feel of his baby brother's hot mouth nibbling at him, enthusiastically and with obvious delight. The boy was rapidly turning him on. He slowly brought a hand up to cover Sasuke's soft cheek and moved his brother's face towards his to capture those sensual and supple lips with his own. The simple yet firm contact made them both purr with pleasure as they started to lose their senses to each other. Sasuke's hands found their way into Itachi's hair, trailing deep to his scalp and his fingers gently ran through the long silk locks of his brother as Itachi's lips became firmer, and more demanding over his own. He gasped, moaned, and mewled as Itachi's hands gripped his waist under his shirt, his hands hot against his skin. Their kiss turned greedy and Sasuke pressed himself closer to Itachi, rubbing against him as Itachi bit his lower lip, and sucked it, before fully attacking his mouth again, and making him open his mouth to push his tongue inside. Itachi tasted that sweet sultry mouth as thoroughly as his overactive senses allowed him.

One of his hands slid from Sasuke's waist to his back, gently running his fingers over Sasuke's back and feeling the muscles here move and yield under his touch, he could feel the skin begin to warm up. His other hand grasped the hem of his baby brother's shirt, tugging at it. He broke off the kiss making Sasuke gasp and whimper needy, his little mouth opened, and begging for more of what he had been giving him. His little brother's eager and flushed face made amusement become clear in his eyes as he watched his brother's begging face for more. He finished pulling Sasuke's shirt off, and let his hands trailed down the now heated skin of his baby brother, and pulled him closed to kiss him again. Sasuke never once hesitated to kiss him back and open his mouth for him. Itachi's hands came up to touch his brother's nipples, feeling them harden under his touch.

"Itachi," Sasuke sighed in pleasure.

Itachi moved from Sasuke's lips all the way down to Sasuke's throat. Sasuke squirmed against his brother and in his hold, every move eager and filled with delight as Sasuke's arms went around Itachi's neck, his hands fisting at his shirt to pull him closer. Itachi continued to suck, and bite on Sasuke's neck, marking him as his as he left a couple of hickies behind, his mouth moving to the crook of Sasuke's and to Sasuke's nape to a more sensitive place as Sasuke literally let out a cry of pure rapture bliss.

Sasuke's zealous mouth found its way back to Itachi's. Their hips suddenly ground into each other, their evident erections now pressed against each other. Itachi couldn't help it, in a blink of an eye, and an impossible feat for any human, Itachi had Sasuke pinned to the wall and his sweat pants pulled down all the way around his thighs and his milking erection free for his view. Sasuke moaned, arching off the wall as he looked down at his brother pleadingly. He was not sure what he was asking for, all he knew was that he was asking his kneeling brother to continue devouring him.

Itachi moved his mouth to kiss the tip of Sasuke's erection, and gently brought his tongue out to lap at the precum his baby brother was producing. The sweet salty taste of it made him want more, and he opened his mouth to take his baby brother all the way into his mouth. "Haaaah," Sasuke moaned, his head thrown back, his body arched and his short nails scratching at the wall he was pressed against. His legs tried to part as his knees began to go weak, and Itachi took his deep and bowed his head, sucking on him so good that it had him just moaning more and more. He gasped when Itachi's hands grasped his thighs and supported him, controlling him from bucking up his hips. "Itachi, aah, that feels so good, more, please,"

Itachi pulled away from his baby brother's erection and pressed a kiss to Sasuke's outer thigh, and then up to his belly button, gently trailing his mouth upwardly, sucking, nipping, all the way up to Sasuke's mouth. As soon as he had a hand, pressed to the wall beside his brother's head, he used the other one to help Sasuke wrap his legs around his waist. Once he had a firm hold on him, he took them to the bad, moving there in a blink of an eye. Sasuke's sweat pants were gone now, and his legs were thrown open for Itachi to gaze down at his naked, beautiful, and sexy little brother. When the thoughts about seeing Sasuke again had crossed his mind repeatedly, he always thought he and Sasuke would be playing around, video games, sports, and any other brotherly stuff. He never once thought he would have Sasuke naked, and panting under him, looking ready to be taken by him. He would never have thought he'd be sucking his brother off, something else he ever thought he would do, but the delicious sight of his brother's little angel face, and the tint of his rosy cheeks, and his aroused and flushed body was way to tempting to ever want to ignore or deny.

Sasuke was literally purring as he stretched out in the bed, giving him an inviting look. Itachi moved his hand to his brother's leaking erection and begun to gently but firmly pump him, his eyes never leaving Sasuke's body as the boy arched and bucked into his touch, "Niisan," Sasuke whimpered, his legs unable to hold still. Itachi didn't miss any of his brother's reactions. He leaned in once more to take Sasuke into his mouth. "Aaah, yes, Itachi," Sasuke writhed, trying to push up into his mouth. Itachi on the other hand enjoyed the way his baby brother expressed himself, completely open, and reached down to place his own hand at his erection and begun to rub himself.

He continued to suck off his brother until the boy gave a final cry, claiming his climax, and came hard into his mouth. It was a surprise to Itachi, seeing as he had never sucked anyone before, and to suddenly have the warm cum of his brother spilling into his mouth was something new. Some of it fell past his lips and dripped down Sasuke's erection and onto his soft thighs, and the rest he managed to swallow. Itachi pressed a kiss under Sasuke's now flaccid erection, and trailed down towards his thighs, sucking on them, licking at the sinful flesh. Sasuke mewled.

"Itachi," he called, reaching for him.

Itachi looked up and moved towards him, looking at him with a slight smirk. Sasuke was still way to hazy eyed to register anything completely. Itachi continued to touch himself as he kissed his brother. As they got into the kiss, and a few moments later when he felt himself about to cum, he freed his erection. Sasuke gasped when he felt something warm fall on his thighs and broke the kiss to look down at his brother cumming on him. For a moment, he wished he would have been the one to touch Itachi and make him cum like he had done for him, but at that moment, a book came flying their way and hit Itachi hard on his back.

Itachi turned to look behind him and Sasuke tugged him closer when they saw the same black book turning pages angrily, with a red glow to it. It made them swallow hard, and Sasuke was reluctant to let Itachi go as he decided to reach for it. So with Sasuke clinging tightly to him, Itachi reached for the book.

"What does it want," Sasuke asked, glaring at it.

Itachi opened it, and the book immediately filled with the same bold Algerian text from the previous night. Sasuke leaned against Itachi and began to read, knowing that it was something they could not postpone or put aside. Therefore, swallowing his own reluctance, Sasuke began to read it:

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. For a moment as I pulled my own self to the side, I could not help but to think that it was all unfair. How was someone supposed to choose whom they wanted when something out there was already forcing you to be with someone else. All I know was that mother said this, and said it all the time: 'You live, and you love, you die, and you despair to the end.'

I didn't understand it.

I didn't want to understand it; all I wanted to understand was that-I hated my older brother. Who the hell wouldn't, when you were told that you had to spend eternity him? The fucking bastard, I had not even met him and already I was being told how a perfect future could be painted between the two of us. I didn't care for the words that my mother, nor my father, nor any other person spoke to me. I just wanted to sulk in my own overwhelming hatred of everything that was suddenly happening around me.

There were a few things I did come to quickly understand about my situation, one was that, My older brother was a night dweller, and I was a day dweller, This is not something that I really held of much importance to me. In fact this information was irrelevant to the anger and any other emotion I felt rise in me. Still there was more to it that was making me hate to have to accept this.

My crush was a day dweller as well. It was the person I spent my days with, It was easy to place feelings to that, after all, I got to see that person all the time, I had something in common with that person, and yet they were not the person I often found myself dreaming of at night. That frustrated me so much. I never once thought that my life was going to have go be given to my older brother, much a night dweller as well, someone I don't think I have ever met. So at the first bouts of insomnia, I started to fear that I was falling into a pattern my other friends had-something I tried hard to deny.

It was disgusting.

Night dwellers are supposed to be myth you know, and yet here I was facing it. I was facing a living, breathing, flesh and blood night dweller. I wished I could still sleep through the night, I wished I could close my eyes and chance everything, but he came. My older brother came for me one night as I was trying to hide the fact that I was actually starting to feel an urge to search in the night, for that I hated him even more. What was more terrifying was that I continued to face long bouts of insomnia, and I couldn't sleep as I found myself trying to escape him.

I felt that perhaps I was going crazy.

Perhaps it was all an illusion.

The fact remained; I stopped sleeping all together when my brother came. He didn't say anything though; he would just look at me with an odd longing that left a bad taste in my mouth. I had only one goal in life from there on: I had to kill him. If he could no longer look at me, then maybe I could sleep. If I no longer looked at him, I would no longer feel the guilt.

If he was no longer there, everything would go back to normal, and it would all be perfect.

While I tried to keep myself sane from the lack of sleep, I decided to keep certain things to remain as true as possible.

I didn't know his name, although memory told me I had met him some time ago, I decided it didn't matter.

I didn't want to know his name, much like I would never want him to know mine.

When I asked him to leave me alone, or I would kill him, he asked me something strange that made me falter, "I only have one wish, and that is that you'd be mine. Without you life is worthless, not worth living if you can understand that much…if you shall then, kill me. I'd die happy at your hands than under the scorch of the sun,"

"Fool, saying such things will not save you!"

Then he dropped to his knees. He dropped down before me and pressed his head into my stomach, and wrapped his arms around my waist. I felt a jolt, but I also felt disgust so deep that I was revolted by the sight, "Only if you wish it so," he continued, and looked at me with hard eyes.

I pushed him away. I couldn't stand that look. "If that is how you want it, if you will not understand! Then take it all" I slapped him. I kicked him, and he did not stop me.

"I'd take anything you give me brother," he said, dejectedly. Why? Why was he making himself out to be the victim? Couldn't he see that in all this hell I was the one being forced to love him! I was the one that was going to have to put up with the entire bull of incest for all of eternity. This was unfair to me, and only me, he accepted all this, but I did not!

"Shut up, I don't care about what you have to say!" I snapped, I didn't want to hear his voice as I spoke to him. I barely even wanted to see him.

Not once did he fight my words, he took them all.

Not once did he stop my fist. He took it all.

Not once did he stop me from kicking open his ribs. He took every single hit.

Not once did he cry for me to stop. He accepted it all.

I hated it all, that he made it so clear. He was mine to do whatever I liked with him and that gave me power over his life. I decided I wanted to take full advantage of that. He wanted to be mine? Well, I decided to tie him up.

Even then, I did not ask his name.

Even then, I would not tell him my name.

"I think I remember you," he said once, a tender smile on his face, "When we were younger, you used to be so small, the last time I saw you, you were nothing but a small and sweet little baby, I don't think you were even a week old," he murmured and I started at him harshly.

"I don't want to hear it." I snapped.

I would hit him. Every time I got even more violent with him.

Not once did I see him cry, nor complain.

He stuck by my side and protected me. He would take care of me and make sure I was comfortable, and for thanks I'd slap him across his face. He was such a fool. He would make sure I was warm, and he would sleep on the floor unwilling to leave the same room. And I remained unable to sleep, my mind restless thinking about him having to sleep in such a cold place.

It got to the point that the lack of sleep had done me in.

I started to cut him, and draw out his blood. I started to mess his flesh up, and it was a sadistic thirst to see the inflicted pain I caused with my own hands permanently remained on his skin. The marks of my fingers having dug out his flesh and made him bleed didn't seem to heal and that was when I understood another thing.

I could really hurt him without trying.

I could kill him-I probably already was.

What pissed me off was the fact that he would still look at me with such tender longing in his eyes, and it would look like he wanted to reach for me. Then sometimes he would let an "I love you, otouto," slip past his lips, and it would wrench my heart but I would punch him.

He'd fall over backwards, with blood slipping past his lips as he coughed. He would sit up again, the same expression on his face and I would turn and leave him to his own delusions.

"I hate you so much!" I snapped one day. It was sudden. I could see he was confused, since he had done nothing to get me angry that day.

"Why," he quietly asked me, looking at me with attentiveness. He always listened. He always took the time to make sure I knew he was interesting in every aspect of my life. He truly wanted to know what was wrong, and if he could help make it better. I glared at him, and kicked him directly on the face.

"I wish you would just die!" I roared, and left.

It wasn't his fault, it's just people kept talking. Nothing in life had gone the way I wanted it to go. The person I liked was way out of my reach and they had just told me off, told me I needed to grow up and let my childish dreams behind. That I had to accept the curse we had placed on us a long time ago, but I refused to do so. I refused to listen to his words as well. I hated everyone for thinking they were right and that I was wrong and I hated my older brother for what he always said to me, for what he always did for me.

I had done nothing for him.

At that moment, as I started to cool down and let the words of my crush sink in and even though the thought recoiled my stomach, I wanted to do that, All of a sudden I wanted to give my brother a chance. I wanted to make things right and not hit him anymore.

Because at that moment I realized what it all was.

The recoil of my stomach was not bad, but just the swirl of butterfly's that he gave me.

The sick feeling of my chest, was actually longing.

That the tight tensing of my own body was nothing but my nerves twisting themselves up in anticipation.

And yet I hated myself so much.

They were right, when they called me the master mind. I was controlling everything around me to the point that I was not only hurting my brother but myself as well. That was my name that was what I was to be called, the master mind-in the destruction of my own life. I was a genius, a stupid and completely dense stubborn idiot of a genius.

"Is there something about me that makes you uncomfortable?"

No

"Don't you want to see what it's like to spend the night being devoured?"

I don't know

"Give just once chance to make you feel like you're the only one"

No

"I want to make you mine, in the night, and in the day."

I hadn't given it the chance.

The sun was just setting when I decided to get home; all I could think about was talking to my brother and telling him everything that I suddenly felt. When I entered the shared bedroom that belonged to me and my brother, my eyes widened and my heart faltered. The breath was knocked out of me as I spotted my brother, dead. A knife was pierced right through his chest, and the look in his eyes was empty. As the remainders of the sun sunk on the horizon, I watched as his body slowly disintegrated itself before my eyes.

My heart broke.

I couldn't believe it, but my heart broke and I fell on my knees as I rushed towards him, trying to catch him but he slipped past my fingers. I was too late. I was never there for him, never there to save him and now he was gone.

For the first time ever there were tears in my eyes, he had done it for me. I could clearly remember my words to him earlier that evening. I had wished him dead, and he'd do anything that I wished for. He would foolishly do anything for me. I was the master mind and I let everything finally snap.

I knew my turn was next.

My mother's words at that moment made sense. 'You live, and you love, you die, and you despair to the end.'

I despaired, I died, I lost everything I had worked so hard to ignore and push away. Even in death he would not be mine.

Even then, I did not feel remorse.

I got what I deserved.

Sasuke stopped reading but remained curled up to his brother as he threw the book away from him. The book was just filled with sad tales from left to right and something told him this was not the last sob story he was going to have to read with Itachi. Taking a shaky breath, he reached out towards Itachi and curled his fingers around the material of Itachi's shirt. Itachi shifted and brought his head down to nibble on his ear, trying to see if his little brother was alright and was not suddenly going to run out on him. Even if the story was sad, there was just one thing he was glad for, and that thing was in his arms. "Niisan, I love you, I don't want to read this anymore. I don't want to deal with this anymore," Sasuke growled and Itachi shook his head.

"I know its hard otouto, but we will have to read them all." Itachi said, tightening his hold on Sasuke, "It is what has happened through our history, and well, you have to understand that it's not us." Itachi leaned in and started to nip on Sasuke's throat making him giggle. Sasuke started to understand then, that this was not meant to break him and Itachi apart, but help them grow emotionally and physically stronger, and attached to each other. It was a way to show them the mistakes of others so they could work through theirs in a more understanding manner. Itachi was his, and he belonged to Itachi-that much was fact. That much Sasuke wanted to keep forever, and he was sure his brother felt the same.

In the end though, it was how they worked through it that was either going to make them or break them. If he and Itachi could overcome and continue to love each other, then even in an argument, even in a disagreement the two of them would know how to survive. And just as Itachi started to seriously suck on his skin, and sensually run his hands down his body, Sasuke knew they were getting closer and closer to each other. Creating a bond even stronger as a moan parted his lips and Itachi's hand reached again to his straining erection. Sasuke once again became conscious that he was naked.

"Itachi," he moaned.

Itachi kissed his cheek, "Let me know if you want me to stop," he whispered into his ear and Sasuke arched against him.

"No, don't stop" Sasuke managed, "Touch me," Sasuke turned in Itachi's hold, "And let me touch you,"

Itachi didn't deny him as he welcomed him back into his arms and the two of them sunk back down onto the bed, locked deep in a kiss that the two shared without dominating or submitting. It was something mutual between the two of them.

Neither of them knew what kind of story they were going to have to face next, more sorrow, perhaps something happy, but whatever it was, they were ready to face it together.

I never could lie.

I never could do anything but the truth to everything that happened around me. Perhaps it was the swirl of a dance or the drumming beat of my heart, but I could never forget the golden skies. My mind felt the flutter, the shiver of everything and anything of the world blinded by lies.

Shrouded by the moon, and my likeness, I never would have guessed. I never would have imagined a much so needed sorrow.

Hope you all enjoyed this. Thank you to all who read and reviewed. Something tells me this story will refuse to end. But it's getting there. Thank you to all who've stuck with it so far.