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Warnings: Shota, insanity, noncon/dubcon, romance, cross-dressing

Chapter 6: Preparations

With Kakashi in a Tsukuyomi-induced coma, Sakura and Naruto were without a Jounin-sensei, and while Sasuke was more than capable of training his teammates, Hiruzen was not certain it would be terribly wise to let him do so. Perhaps he could assign a temporary Jounin-sensei. On the other hand, his options were somewhat limited, so it would have to do for now. In the meantime, he would have to recall Jiraiya and send him to search for Tsunade, because no one else was available to cure Kakashi. And then he realized that Sasuke would also have to keep an eye on Itachi, who was due to be released from T&I – well, hopefully Sasuke was able to multitask. He had already learned the shadow clone technique, hadn't he? If not, he could copy it from Naruto.

Sasuke had Sakura working on taijutsu with Mirror in the form of his mother, who Sakura could actually see this time, because Sasuke allowed it, and Naruto practicing another wind technique, when an Anbu dropped off Itachi. Itachi looked like he had seen a ghost, and Sasuke didn't blame him. It had to be a bit of a shock. Sasuke thanked the Anbu and then led Itachi to a shady spot underneath the tree so he could sit with him and rest.

"Kaasan…"

"She already forgave you, niisan," Sasuke reminded him.

Itachi stared at Sasuke. "You know," He whispered.

Sasuke nodded.

"How," Itachi asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

"It's a secret," Sasuke said quietly. "Tea?"

Itachi took the bottle of green tea with shaky hands and Sasuke had to open it for him.

"Drink slowly," Sasuke said tenderly, stroking Itachi's long hair, free from its ponytail. Itachi tried, but his hands kept trembling.

"It's all right," Sasuke reassured him. "You'll have plenty of time to get used to it."

If Itachi thought that seeing his mother was bad, seeing his father show up with bento boxes several hours later was much, much worse.

"Tousan," Sasuke got up, giving Illusion a tight hug.

"You've done so well, Sasuke." Fugaku gave him a smile. "Itachi, come and have lunch with us. Naruto, Sakura, it's time for a break."

It was obviously Sasuke's version of an idealized family, Itachi thought, and their relatives were going along with it. Was it guilt, for neglecting Sasuke for so long? Was it their penance, for the coup they had planned? The food was perfect, and tasted exactly the same as the dishes Mikoto had cooked before she had died.

Itachi wasn't sure how to feel.

"Is Shisui here as well?" He asked quietly when the training was finally over and they were walking home with their parents.

"No," Sasuke answered.

Itachi was inexplicably relieved.

Dinner was simple, but delicious. Itachi was surprised he could even eat it. But to his surprise, looking at his father and mother was not as bad as he had feared. They forgave him. He already knew that they had forgiven him even when he had driven his katana through their bodies. And, he remembered his father's last words. Take care of Sasuke…

"Niisan," Sasuke looked up at him.

He hadn't been doing a very good job, had he?

"Sasuke," He turned to look over at the boy. "What do you want?"

His pure, precious, innocent little brother, gazed into his eyes, with a disquieting expression a child his age should not possess, and leaned over and kissed him, ever so gently, on the lips.

"I want niisan, of course."

Mikoto and Fugaku were strangely unmoved by the scene taking place at the dinner table in front of them, as though their youngest son had not just kissed his older brother in front of them. These weren't his parents, Itachi realized in horror. These were perfect representations of their parents, but not their actual parents. What had Sasuke done?

"Edo Tensei," He whispered in horror.

"Never heard of it," Sasuke replied nonchalantly, stealing another kiss. Despite his wishes, Itachi felt his body responding, as Sasuke's hand slipped between his thighs. "Otouto…"

"Do I excite you, niisan," Sasuke purred. "I see I do…"

Abruptly, Sasuke rose from his chair. Itachi's relief was short-lived, as Sasuke's form shifted before his very eyes, gaining three years of age and the appreciable differences in mass and height at the same time. His clothes changed to fit as well, exposing quite a bit of his chest. Itachi's eyes widened as his Sharingan activated, something that should not have been possible with the chakra seals Sasuke had put on him. This was not a transformation technique. This was actual aging at a year per minute.

"Like what you see," The fifteen-year old Sasuke asked in his deeper voice. Itachi flushed, caught staring. "Come on, I'm not going to take you in my twelve year old body. That would just be wrong on so many levels."

Sasuke caught his wrist, and Itachi followed him, still slightly dazed from the revelations.

They made it to Itachi's room. Sasuke kissed him again, plunging his tongue into Itachi's mouth. Itachi struggled slightly as Sasuke pinned him onto the bed, but the younger teen was stronger, especially now that he had aged himself up. Itachi still couldn't figure out what sort of technique Sasuke had used – a kekkei genkai, he thought, but how – and he was quite alarmed when his clothing literally disappeared into thin air. Sasuke chuckled as his callused fingers ran down Itachi's pale skin, found his hardening nipples, and roughly pinched them. Itachi couldn't mask the gasp that escaped his lips.

"You like that, niisan," Sasuke taunted, as he continued to roughly abuse Itachi's nipples while he kissed him again, hard enough to bruise, roughly grinding his hard, clothed erection against Itachi's crotch.

"S-Sasuke…" Itachi hissed, seeing the Sharingan shining in his brother's eyes, knowing that his own eyes were activated, every detail of this forced encounter burned into his memory forever. "You are the devil…"

"But you're enjoying it, aren't you?" Sasuke taunted. "I know you are; niisan… your body betrays you…"

"Is this what you call love," Itachi panted, arching his hips to increase the delicious friction between them.

"I don't know, niisan, is it?" He teased back.

Itachi glared at Sasuke with all the force he could muster, Sasuke smiled as he finally removed his pants. He grabbed a vial of oil from the dresser and squeezed a generous amount on his hard shaft, coated his fingers with the slippery substance. Itachi spread his thighs, winced slightly as Sasuke worked the tip of the first finger in.

He might not be a virgin, but it had been several years since that first incident…

"Shhh… don't worry, niisan, I'll take care of you," Sasuke promised, as though their earlier frenzied actions had been an entirely separate encounter.

Itachi relaxed, feeling the storm within him abate slightly. "Sasuke…"

The finger slowly probed deeper, finding that one spot. There it was… Sasuke watched him closely, before adding a second finger, and then a third. By the fourth finger, Itachi was practically begging for release, so Sasuke obliged, penetrating him slowly; making certain that he wasn't hurting his precious aniki. He rocked his hips slowly as they made love with the sweetest innocence imaginable. Then, the second time, Sasuke took Itachi on his hands and knees on the wooden floor and fucked him hard until he begged for mercy, but that was fun too. And so was the time in the shower, but they eventually had to go to bed because Sasuke had training in the morning.

Sasuke put a henge on himself before heading to meet with his team the next morning. He briefly considered putting one on Itachi too, but decided against it. Itachi was simply too beautiful not to show off. The black dress trimmed with frothy white lace was lovely, with long, below-the-elbow sleeves and a full skirt that fell below the knees. It was of pure silk and sewn with seed pearls and pink rosettes. The black choker with the pink rose set off the graceful line of his throat perfectly. Even without makeup or ribbons Itachi was beautiful.

Their parents accompanied them. Sakura still needed to practice her taijutsu, and Fugaku could help Naruto with his ninjutsu.

Team Seven's schedule was fairly regular. They ran a D-rank or two in the morning, and trained in the afternoons. The Hokage had not sent them on another C-rank yet, but Sasuke knew it was only a matter of time. No doubt it would not actually be a C-rank, more like another A-rank disguised as a C-rank. And they would have Itachi with them. Hiruzen had spoken to him in private and confirmed the information he already knew about the Uchiha massacre, and Sasuke had accepted it. Konoha was not to blame – Danzo was.

Sasuke trained against Itachi, and the only limitation was that Itachi was not to use the Susanoo. Itachi wasn't sure what Sasuke had done to modify his seal, or his eyes for that matter, but he could use Amaterasu and Tsukuyomi just fine now, but there was no point using those when he sparred, and Sasuke was still inhumanly good. Sometimes, he trained against his 'parents', and even they were levels above him. It was unnerving… but he was definitely improving, he knew that much. Fugaku liked to use genjutsu against him. Mikoto preferred taijutsu. Both of them could use ninjutsu, and were beyond proficient with it, but it was interesting to note.

Sarutobi Hiruzen had seen a lot of eccentric ninja in his time, so seeing Itachi in a different dress day after day didn't even make him bat an eyelash. "Team Seven," He told them when they reported to the mission office a month later. "I have another C-rank mission for you."

Naruto puffed out his chest. "Are we going on another protection mission?" He asked.

Sakura slanted a sideways look at Sasuke. Sasuke met it unflinchingly. Sakura knew, or at least strongly suspected, that he was the real leader. He didn't care. She wouldn't out him in front of Naruto anyway.

"You will escort the client, Suzuki Mahri, until she meets her betrothed in Hoshigakure." Hiruzen said. When the woman walked in, they all stared for a moment. Suzuki Mahri had long, blonde hair that rippled like a field of ripening wheat. One eye was emerald green, the other peeped sapphire blue. She wore vibrant red and black leather armor that clung to her generous curves. This was no blushing maiden – this woman could take care of herself.

"Well definitely protect you, dattebayo!" Naruto cheered.

"We'll meet at the village gates in an hour," Sasuke asked. Naruto nodded.

Mahri glanced around at them. Then her eyes fastened on Itachi. She scowled.

"I don't need you three brats. The only one I want to protect me is him!"

"Unfortunately, Suzuki-san," Sasuke cut in. "That is not an option. My brother is not allowed to leave the village."

Mahri looked ready to revolt. Hiruzen quickly took over.

"However, exceptions can be made." He said soothingly. "Itachi, Sasuke, if you could meet me in my office, please?"

Itachi and Sasuke nodded. Sakura and Naruto went home to pack.

"Hokage-sama," Itachi asked, once they were safely ensconced in Hiruzen's office.

"Sasuke, can you remove the seal completely?"

Sasuke nodded, making a few hand signs. Itachi sighed in relief as he felt his Mangekyo flare to life.

"Susanoo is unlocked as well," Sasuke said quietly.

"You know the true purpose of this mission," Hiruzen asked.

They both nodded. Sakura and Naruto did not need to know.

"Then go," He dismissed them.

They did.

End Chapter

Started 3/26/16

Completed 3/26/16

Sasuke knows Mirror and Illusion are not his parents, but this is obviously not the first time he's used them to turn into his parent's images, which brings into question his sanity. Sasuke used Time to age himself up. Time can rewind and stop time, and fast-forward it in CCS episode 12. That being said, both Sasuke and Itachi are somewhat bipolar…

Also, Sasuke learned about sex from either the Clow Cards or whatever porn/erotica the Uchiha Clan had lying around. This is not a good thing.