Chains: Chapter 9: The Reasons

This chapter is mostly flashback along with you first really good look in Itachi's head since Chapter 1. enjoy.

Six Years ago...

"Brother please no! Please stop it! You're hurting me!" the youthful voice wailed as the chain latched with a final sounding click. Itachi wasted no time in dragging in his first victim. Her name was Yin, and she was their two year old little cousin. The child was beautiful, and her biracial heritage expressed itself with the graceful slant of those ocean-blue eyes.

The rest of the family was sedated and subdued. About twenty members in all, they were locked in separate rooms all along this hallway. Chained and gagged and dosed heavily with narcotics. Itachi had been planning this a long time. He'd even planned how to get away with it.

Itachi had always hated his father, the gently spoken man with ocean-blue eyes that told such lies that the elder brother wanted to gouge them out. Framing his father would be so easy and the joy of stabbing him to death and calling the police would be even better. At sixteen he was very good at pretending and Itachi would pretend that his crazy father had murdered Itachi's little brother first. Disposing of the body himself before turning on the rest of the family. DNA would place his father's semen in each of the victims and all the death would provide him with the perfect excuse to close down this wing of the house for his future fun. Complete with one little precious pet.

Screaming. It filled Itachi's ears until they overflowed with the sound and it felt wonderful the screams of the small form beneath him and those of his brother.

The creature beneath him was blind, and Itachi could feel the blood slick and warm. He had pressed into her eyes. Didn't like how blue they were. Couldn't handle it, and that made him angry. He hated blue eyes, but now they weren't so blue anymore and were actually rather red.

Crushed eyeballs, it was like a Halloween treat of some sort. Maybe a kind of ice-cream flavor. Liking the idea Itachi pretended that's why they were screaming for a moment, "I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice-cream!" he heard in his mind.

There wasn't enough blood yet though, Itachi wanted his little brother to feel it cooling upon his molested flesh and to stare at the corpses of his loved ones as he was violated.

Violated as Itachi had been violated by the gentle father…..

He didn't have a knife with him. Only rubber gloved hands. He should've gotten a knife to use, he'd have one next time but this time he'd have to use his teeth. Like an animal. Itachi's father had called him an animal, Itachi hadn't liked that so he'd started destroying every animal he'd find. He'd stored their remains back in a shed deep into the woods. It was winter and cold so no one had smelled them as of yet and their frost covered bodies accumulated into a grotesque macabre form of art.

Itachi didn't want to use his teeth. He wanted a knife. Standing his foot smashed down with a sickening CRACK!

The fragile leg bent awkwardly.

The child passed out from the pain as Sasuke stared in horror and Itachi wondered how she'd managed to stay conscious so long.

"I'm going to get a knife," he said calmly, "Don't move," he then added with a small chuckle at the silliness of such a notion.

Itachi would not be gentle. He would nail his vengeance into them all with every furious thrust until they all lay dead, all but his new pet. His new pet would keep him company.

When he returned he resumed where he'd left off, Yin was unconscious but Sasuke wasn't. He wasn't watching either though, he had his hands pressed over his ears his face pressed into between his knees. "Look at me!" Itachi shouted and terrified the boy obeyed his little boy round cheeks streaked with tears.

His look was enough to at last satisfy Itachi, and so he made it to where dear Yin would never regain consciousness.

His fingers tangled like a lover's into Yin's blood tangled tresses.

THUNK! THUNK! THUNK!

Itachi smashed the small head into the floor. Each thrash more violent than the last. His movements continued until crumbling bits of skull could be felt when his hand grazed her crushed cranium. He stared at her unmoving chest. He was at last satisfied that enough blood had been spilt.

Itachi observed how much more beautiful his brother's scream were compared to Yin's. He wanted more. Always more.

The blood was cooling quickly. Itachi could feel it so he snatched his younger brother by the hair planting his cheek in the pool of blood facing the bloody remains of what was once a bright smiling child.

He sank his weight onto his brother pinning him down, the boy was sobbing hysterically inhaling and choking on the crimson nectar. Itachi leaned down and licked a drop from Sasuke's face, "At the end of all this it will be just you and me, Dear, so prepare yourself."

Itachi was sixteen. Sasuke was six.

Itachi was pleased with himself. 'Good boy,' he crooned, he slid into his brother for the first time and felt all the joy he knew he'd feel from it. "Oh yes," he moaned.

'There are nineteen left, not including Father and my new pet,' Itachi smiled as he thought again of how wonderful it would be to destroy his own father. But then focused back on Sasuke. His tears were delicious and Itachi bent forward from his riding to taste their salty despair.

He then began lesson one: "Now Sasuke, I am your master…"

Present...

Candy-Striper was placed on stage. Her master had no fear of her moving because it was common knowledge that: 1) broken things were ever obedient and 2) broken things never fought back. The cut Achilles tendon was also a good reason.

Naruto was strapped on the same table she had been all that time ago, and as she had been all that time ago, his clothes were nowhere to be seen.

Sasuke was nearby, kneeling, head down, shoulders shaking. He was clean, dark hair gleaming, the pale skin of his face the only piece that remained unmarred by burns, cuts and scars. Gone was the disgusting rocker tee, replaced by a white linen shirt and trousers. It was a sick joke, Itachi's way of mocking him by making the first new article of clothing he'd received in over six months destined to be absolutely destroyed within hours of first putting them on.

Itachi liked his sense of humor. Their father hadn't. Itachi had hated his father, especially his eyes that had always looked down on him as he loomed over him. So blue they burned like dry-ice against his flesh. The whore boy had blue eyes, Itachi didn't like blue eyes, but he did enjoy the sound a person made when their blues eyes were gouged out.

Thoughts of their father seldom crossed Itachi's mind. The man had hurt him. Itachi hadn't appreciated that. Itachi had seen the way his father looked at Sasuke, known that as soon as Sasuke got bigger it would be Sasuke's turn to be the "pony".

Their father had adored Sasuke who was so sweet and good natured when the only time Itachi had been good-natured had been on the nights when their father, so soft spoken, would forget or be too busy to "wander" into the elder brother's room.

He'd seldom said a word when undressing in Itachi's room, only the occasional order, so dangerous despite their whispered tone. Itachi preferred the screaming to the whispers. He loved to break silence with screams.

Itachi had been 14 when he'd decided he'd had enough, and 16 when he'd carried it out. He'd destroy his father and take everything he loved, namely the most beloved son Sasuke, for his own.

He did it by annihilating all of the other Uchiha's in the was why he framed him for the death of the Uchiha's.

An elaborate plan starting with his father's "psychotic break", and ending with Itachi breaking free and stabbing the father to death when it came to be Itachi's "fun-time", after of course a suitable struggle to make it look convincing.

As for Sasuke that part had been the easiest as he'd only had to tell them that Sasuke had been the first victim and that their father had disposed of the body before moving onto the others.

Voila! Legally deceased living breathing eternal pet.

He remembered how Sasuke used to be and the memory brought him a smile.

Sasuke was covered head to toe in dirt and mud. Their mother would be furious, Itachi thought as he looked down at the small child. Something small and helpless squirmed in the six year olds grip. The toothy smile was bright and unreserved.

"Look oni-san! You looked sad so I got you this!" The considerate child held out the struggling rabbit.

"Wow," cooed Itachi, "You must've worked really hard to catch this, how fast you must be!" His words sounded fake, a little forced but the small child didn't catch it. He beamed at the praise instead, face positively glowing.

Inside Itachi laughed, he had been feeling down, his body hurt from last night, Father had tied him to the bed he'd struggled so much. Mother had given Sasuke drugged tea, and probably drunk some herself so that Sasuke would sleep through the night without having to hear Itachi's screams in the bed next to him and she wouldn't have to feel her husband coming in and touching her with the same hands that abused her son.

The rest of the family lived in a separate wing, far from the sounds, Father had been very selective in choosing which room Itachi and Sasuke slept in.

Professionally soundproofed.

No windows.

Perfect.

Itachi turned his attention back to the gift his brother was offering. Sasuke and noticed that when upset small animals cheered up his sullen older brother and so upon seeing how unhappy Itachi was at the breakfast table had spent the morning in the garden and nearby woods chasing rabbit after rabbit until he succeeded.

Itachi felt something akin to love for this small boy at that moment, but then again, Itachi loved anything he knew he could break...

He smiled and accepted the offering, pressing two-fingers against his little brother's forehead in a loving tap.

Sasuke continued to beam and Itachi's smile grew, because tomorrow he would act, and that face would cry.

Their mother had come into the room then and seen her two boys standing there and the look in her eyes as she saw Itachi clutch that small rabbit was one of pure terror. She had seen that smile before, it was the same smile her husband had when accidents were about to occur, things like her "falling down the stairs".

Her son was just like her husband and she knew that it was all her fault. She drank drugged tea instead of calling the police closing her eyes while a monster was made out of her beloved son. She pulled her eldest son into her arms. "You will destroy us all," she wept, "But I love you all the same. I love you and I'm sorry."

That evening their mother prepared dinner as she usually did. she did not meet her husband's eyes as she handed him his drink, but this was nothing new. Her dark hair seemed dull in the fluorescent lighting of the kitchen, but this too was no different from usual. Even the bruises that she no longer even bothered to hide were the same as they always were, dark and bone deep. The only difference on this evening was the empty packet of white powder she put in her husband's drink.

"Tonight," she whispered as she handed Itachi his plate, "I'll save you tonight."

The sun dipped behind the horizon, Father was too tired to go to his sons' room tonight, he crawled into the bed, eyes drooping he was asleep before his head hit the pillow. Their mother's eyes did not droop however, she stayed awake and alert as she waited, staring into the dark, solemnly.

At last the hall door opened and she saw her eldest son stand, silhouetted by the light behind him.

"I'm going to kill you," he said darkly.

"I know."

"I will make you suffer untold amounts of agony. You will scream and cry as I have screamed and cried and I will remain as deaf to your pleas as you were to mine."

"I know."

"And yet you help me now, now that I've decided to end you?"

Itachi's mother smiled and it was full of warmth and love and guilt, "In the end, we all must atone. I love you."

"Your love means nothig to me. Will he wake up?" Itachi nodded at the sleeping form beside her.

"Eventually yes," she said smoothly, "they all will soon enough."

"You have betrayed Sasuke."

Her eyes filled with tears at this, "No but I have failed him as I failed you. I meant to kill him so that he might die peacefully because he is innocent. He is the only innocence left in this shameful incestuous house. But-" her voice cracked pitifully, "I couldn't do it," her shoulders wrenched with the force of her sobs, "Even knowing it would save him so much pain I could not kill him, because I know that someday he can be happy. If you let him live someday I knowthat he will find happiness despite his parents' deaths."

Itachi snorted at this, "Not if I have my way," he chortled, "You should've killed him, it'd have been the merciful thing to do and you're just lying to yourself because you were too weak. You've always been too weak to make the right decisions, Mother." he spat the title with distaste. His mother rose shakily from the bed, true despair in her eyes.

Although he'd never seen it before Itachi was able to identify the signs, his mother was broken and his word alone had done it. He revelled in the power he felt. "I have doomed us all," she murmured forlornly, "I await only punishment now the suffering I deserve for failing my children."

"There is no hope, not for you do you understand that?"

Itachi's mother nodded, no one would ever know what part she played in her husband's destruction or in her own.

"I'm going to kill them all," Itachi smirked in reference to the rest of the Uchiha's and his mother's eyes widened noticeably.

"No- why they haven't-" she hadn't planned on this, had thought it was only revenge, a revenge sated with the death of the mother that failed him and the father that hurt him. Would her son really kill them all.

Itachi laughed at her horror and his mother realized...

yes...

yes he would...

and he would enjoy every minute of it.

Hope you enjoyed. the next chapter is the death of Itachi and Sasuke's mother as well as a progression towards the climax. Not long left now until the end. Tremble in anticipation and review 3