Impossible to Love You
Disclaimer: Naruto belongs to the brilliant Masashi Kishimoto-sama. I am not Masashi Kishimoto-sama, unfortunately.
Warnings: Incest, swearings.
Pairing: ItaSasu, GaaSasu
A/N: Thank you guys for the reviews once again. xXxUchihaL0v3rxXx thanks so much for your wonderful review. I do try my best at making them not OOC! But Itachi is really tough, sigh. And Gaara is just impossible, with the role I'm casting him in! Sadness! My fellow DBSK, Joongie, and YunJae LOVER! OMG. This is just the best. I love Jae Joong too. He's so hot, with a beautiful voice, and I love Yoo Chun's lovely smile. XP I simply love SasUKE too! Can't stand SasuNaru. Though I do agree with you that they are both quite seme in Narureality. And I love L, emo boy! Haha we share many interests. Panzy Mistress, your question regarding Neji's reaction to Naruto will be answered below. XD
"A little help from you is all I need to keep your dirty little secret safe. I've videotaped your rendezvous by the way, in case your parents would like to watch."
Itachi raked his long fingers through his bangs, squeezing his eyes shut and took a deep breath.
"Alright. I'll call you again."
He snapped his cellphone shut and opened the car door slowly, sliding into his seat.
Once they reached home, Itachi stepped out of the car and peered at the dark windows of the mansion. Their parents were already asleep. He went to heave Sasuke out of the car and carried him into the house, up the stairs. He placed Sasuke down on his bed gently and took off his shoes and socks. He got up slowly and walked towards the open door, casting a final glance at the porcelain skin of his sleeping brother, before he left.
Sasuke cracked open a sleepy lid only to feel a splitting pain at his temples, and bile rising from his throat, which he quickly forced down. He clutched his head and chest, moaning loudly, twisting in his bedsheets. A hand clamped on his shoulder. He looked up, his hands still fixed firmly at his head and chest.
"What?" He asked rudely, glaring at his brother.
Itachi pulled his hand down from his head and pressed some pills onto his palm.
"Aspirin. You must have drunk past your limits last night." Itachi said bluntly.
"Hn." Sasuke grunted in reply as he accepted the pills, popping them into his mouth, grimacing at the bitterness. As usual, Itachi's kindness was always done in halves, seeing as how he had not bothered to bring some water for his own brother.
"I bet you got so dead drunk you couldn't remember what happened last night." Itachi went on.
"I do!" Sasuke retorted.
"You… do? What is it you remember? You remembered how you got back?" Itachi quizzed, his eyes narrowing into cat-like slits.
"…No. How did I get back?"
"I don't know. Some random guy sent you back. Maybe he fucked you."
"What the fuck, Itachi?" Sasuke yelled.
"I was telling the truth." Itachi shrugged.
Sasuke stared down at his sheets as he desperately tried to recollect his blurred memories. Suddenly, the memories hit him over like a tidal wave. He remembered now, Naruto kissing him… a redhead… and lastly… a tall, dark, and rude stranger who did too many nasty things to him…
"Oh my god… what happened last night?" Sasuke muttered, rubbing his throbbing temples.
"Who gave you that hickey?" Itachi cut into his thoughts, his voice dark and almost rough.
"That—! I…" Sasuke trailed off, his hand automatically covering the hated bruise Orochimaru gave.
"Was it from the club? From the short redhead?" Itachi interrogated fiercely.
"No! Why did you even think it's from the redhead anyway? It could be the other bastard after him… Hey wait… How'd you know about the redhead?" Sasuke asked, his obsidian eyes narrowed in dark slits.
Itachi's dark expression faltered slightly, before he recollected himself.
"I was the one who sent you home actually. I knew you were going to go overboard drinking. So who was the guy?"
"Must it be a guy? But since you care to know, it was Orochimaru, that slimy bastard."
Itachi scowled at Sasuke's reply.
"It must have been because of your lewd dressing. I told you it wasn't fit for school. Look at the trouble it brought."
"At this point I would have appreciated it if you had lashed out on Orochimaru's behaviour instead." Sasuke pointed out in a huff.
"I would definitely speak with him later. But it was your own fault for trying to seduce people."
"You—! Get out of my room!" Sasuke yelled, throwing a pillow at his elder brother, who caught it calmly and returned it to him, before leaving the room.
Sasuke glared at his pillow in exasperation, before picking up his phone to dial.
"Ugh teme… my head hurts. Why are you callin' me?"
"You usuratonkachi, don't you remember anything about yesterday?"
"Hey! Ah now I remember! You left the club without informing us! All of us were worried sick! Lucky that you got home safe…"
"Well do you remember who I was with before I left?"
"Hey I was totally pissed man. How the hell would I remember? But Neji said that you were with some redhead punk. We were so afraid he might drug you and stuff, or at least just Neji. Maybe Shikamaru and Shino might have been, but you can never tell with these guys. The rest, including me of course were too—"
"Drunk, yes that I know. You got drunk before me and even kissed Neji, and me, unfortunately."
"Oh man I was trying to forget that! Neji gave me a tight punch afterwards! I'm nursing a big bruise on my cheek now damn it! Luckily you were too high, if not I think I'll be suffering from mild concussion now."
"Yes, lucky you indeed, dobe. Alright I think I'll call Neji instead, since you were a goner last night. Bye, Naruto."
"What do you wanna know abou—"
Sasuke hung up on him and immediately started dialling another number.
"Hello."
"Neji, do you know what happened yesterday after you saw me with a redhead?"
"Well we were kind of busy with Naruto… I had thought that you weren't that drunk… you mean you can't remember? Did that redhead do anything to you?"
"No it's not like that. I just wanted to know… never mind, it doesn't matter anyway. Thanks."
"…Alright, bye then."
Sasuke ended the call and opened up a new message on his cell phone.
'TEME! I'll get back at you for ending the call on me!'
Sasuke rolled his eyes heavenward and immediately flipped his phone shut before burrowing his face down on the soft pillow, releasing a muffled sigh.
Sasuke spun his pen on the desk as usual, pondering deeply on the clubbing incident on Friday. Why had the tall stranger said that he had waited so long for that moment? Did he know the stranger? Well the stranger had certainly behaved as if he knew him. Just who was that mysterious person? What if he was a stalker? Sasuke felt a shudder at the last thought, as a chill overcame him. A soft voice broke into his thoughts, and he turned towards the owner of the voice.
"Sasuke-kun, did you know, they just hired a new technical assistant, who will be residing inside the tiny box room full of electrical stuff in the office?" Sakura whispered.
Ino scoffed at Sakura, saying smugly in low tones, "Of course he would know, he's the principal's brother after all."
"I didn't know." Sasuke said, bored as he twirled his pen.
Sakura flashed a victorious glance at the wilted Ino as she tried to engage Sasuke again.
"And you know, Sasuke-kun, how he looks?"
Sasuke grunted a non-committal reply.
"He's an emo-gothic freak! His eyes were heavily lined in kohl, and he has a tattoo on his forehead with the kanji character love! And he has the scariest blank face on Earth!" Sakura chirped happily as she noticed Sasuke's peaking interest in her words.
"My bro— the principal hired him?" Sasuke asked weakly.
"No, actually, I heard it was Orochimaru-san who did. That's why he was called to your brother's room for such a long time. Apparently your brother was unhappy with his decision." Sakura the well-trained eavesdropper-cum-gossip provided the information.
"I see." Sasuke replied uneasily as he returned to his thoughts.
It couldn't be, could it? The same redhead… maybe it was another person with the same freak style. Sasuke snorted to himself. Like anyone else would actually fit the description Sakura gave. He couldn't be anymore down on his luck. That strange redhead he had danced with was actually hired into this very premise… He didn't need a daily reminder of the things he did and regretted in the club! Just how small could the world be? Japan really couldn't be that small. Damn that Naruto. But come to think of it, maybe he could question the redhead about that weird stranger after him.
A soft pat on his shoulder interrupted him, and he glanced up, eyes narrowing at the unwelcome intruder. He shrugged the hand off him rudely, and asked, "What?"
"The principal wishes to see you, Sasuke-kun." Orochimaru leered at him as he spoke in his oily, false tones, twirling his long, unsightly tongue along his pale, thin lips.
Sasuke shot him an icy glare as he strode into the office. He entered the office after a brisk, sharp knock. Itachi lounged on his high-back seat like a cat, his dark eyes sharp and alert.
"Sasuke, I'm sure you've heard by now about the technical assistant we hired." Itachi paused for Sasuke's brief nod.
"Unfortunately, he was the same redhead whom you had a great night with. So I would highly appreciate it if you two would limit your activities to after school hours, and out of school. He already looks like trouble, with his gothic looks so unsuitable for a school of our reputation. But Orochimaru has reassured me that he would be situated in the technical room for most of the time, and that he was the most excellent technical help they had interviewed. I have also spoken to him, and he does deem a suitable technical help. Now the only problem lies with you, otouto." Itachi released his long, droning speech, not bothering to pause when his younger brother let out his cries of indignation at his accusation.
"Itachi— you— how dare you accuse me! I wasn't the one who did all— all that! I was drunk! And did you speak to Orochimaru about what he did?" Sasuke growled.
"I see no need to. As long as you behave yourself, there's no need to blow this little matter out of proportions. Orochimaru is highly respected and important in the running of the school." Itachi answered coldly.
"You! How can you just push all the blame onto me? You're just afraid of Orochimaru! Just because he is our father's highly-respected and trusted stupid old dog! You can't offend him because you want to inherit the whole bloody school!" Sasuke accused wildly, jabbing a long finger at Itachi, whose expression darkened like thunder.
Itachi stood up instantly after Sasuke's last words, and strode towards him, grabbing his collar, lifting him up until they met each others' burning eyes on equal level.
"Say that again. Tell me everything you just said to me once again." Itachi growled fiercely, his equally dark obsidian orbs burning black flames into Sasuke's eyes.
"I said, you're just afraid of Orochi—" Sasuke's words stopped in a harsh halt as a heavy blow landed on his face. He glared at his brother wordlessly, hand clutching his reddening cheek.
"I would have punched you instead of a mere slap, had we been at home. So just be glad that we're in my office right now, Sasuke. Remember that you're my little brother, and you have no rights to speak to me in this way. Now get out." Itachi snapped.
"And you have the right to? To fucking accuse me of— of being slutty and all, like as if I'm some fucking lady, when you knew very well it wasn't me." Sasuke spat at him, feeling his eyes mist over with burning tears that threatened to overflow.
"You're always seducing people… even when you're unaware… do you have any idea how hard it was for me— for me to have a brother who behaves like a woman and lures men like the Black Widow traps insects to its web?" Itachi chided harshly, unrelenting even as the tears fell from his brother's eyes.
"I— I'm so-sorry— that-that you are a fucking— homo-homophobe!" Sasuke snarled amidst his ragged sobs, and turned to leave.
"Wait." A hand slammed down on the door he was opening.
"W-hat!" He hiccupped fiercely.
"You need to dry your tears first. It would do my reputation no good if you left my office like a sobbing girl." Itachi said coldly as he proffered a tissue.
Sasuke snatched the tissue from him and dried his tears hastily.
"Fine?" He growled.
"No. You obviously look like you just cried, with those puffy eyes. Go and sit on my sofa for a while."
Sasuke obeyed reluctantly; his fists clenching tightly as he sat on the couch and glared at his working brother.
Finally, after a long torturing ten minutes, Itachi looked up from his computer, and said the words Sasuke had been longing to hear.
"You may leave now."
Sasuke rushed out of the office, slamming the door non too gently as he did. He returned to his desk and slumped down on his seat heavily.
"Sasuke-kun… sorry to disturb… but we're going for our lunch later today… do you mind going now?" Sakura whispered to him meekly.
"Hn." He released his usual grunt, and left the office in murderous steps.
He trudged out of the school compounds to a nearby sushi shop, sinking down on to the soft seat as he chose a quiet corner to mope. He picked at his sushi glumly as he thought of Itachi's words. A person suddenly slid onto the seat opposite him. He glanced up in shock and muted horror when he realised who the person was.
"Hey babe." The kohl-eyed redhead said in a husky voice, his jade green eyes gleaming wickedly.
Sasuke almost dropped his chopsticks in horror, but he quickly recomposed himself and released his noncommittal grunt instead.
"I saw you exiting from the principal's office. Are you guys brothers? You look almost like a carbon copy of him. But you're hotter of course." The redhead purred the last words as his ankle stroked up Sasuke's leg.
"What are you doing?" Sasuke gulped as he almost fell of his seat, and quickly looked around to see if anyone was staring. There was a couple across them, who seemed engrossed in their small talk, and so didn't notice what had just happened. Sasuke heaved a small sigh of relief, and turned back to the red-head with a death-glare.
The red-head merely flashed a slow sinister smile.
"How did you get hired? You know the administrative manager?" Sasuke quickly interrogated with narrowed eyes.
"He's my father's acquaintance. He knew I was looking for a part-time job, so he offered me this."
"What a bloody coincidence." Sasuke huffed, frowning at the eye-liner boy past his pair of chopsticks.
"I'm Gaara by the way. What's your name, babe?" Gaara introduced himself, smiling slightly at Sasuke.
Sasuke cringed at his words, and replied coldly, "Sasuke."
"Sasuke, huh. You know, looking at you now in the bright light, I realise you're even hotter than I thought. You look so kissable. And fuckable, I might add." Gaara continued. Sasuke's eyes flew wide open when he felt a foot pressing at his groin. That Gaara had actually slipped his foot out of his sandal and was rubbing it against his crotch! Sasuke muffled a moan as his hand shot out to stop the moving foot that was causing his rapid arousal.
"S-stop." He said shakily, his cheeks burning.
Gaara smirked at him as he removed his foot. "I love your flustered face." He said coyly.
"Are you going to eat or not? If you're not, please get out. There're other tables." Sasuke growled menacingly.
"Yes I am, Sasuke." Gaara purred as he placed his orders.
Sasuke suddenly remembered something he had been dying to ask.
"Hey Gaara, do you remember who threw you off me?"
"Don't put it that way." Gaara scowled.
"Do you?" Sasuke pressed on.
"Not really. Just that he was a tall guy with hair tied in a pony-tail. He pretty much knocked me unconscious. I thought he may be your boyfriend though, for who else would react so badly."
"I'm not attached." Sasuke answered automatically, immediately regretting his words as Gaara's expressionless face lit up.
"Well then, hmmm… he could be your brother. His figure does resemble the principal's. And he ties his hair back too. Hey wait… you are an Uchiha too? That means you own the school…" Gaara realised belatedly.
"Yea whatever. He's definitely not my brother, for he—" Sasuke paused and felt the temperature of the room getting several degrees higher again as he remembered the stranger's acts towards him.
"Hmmm… why are you so interested in that stranger anyway? Am I not any better?"
Sasuke rolled his eyes at him as he asked for the bill.
As they strolled down the path of the school and turned into a long, lonely stretch of corridors lined with empty lockers, Gaara suddenly shoved Sasuke into a cramped space between the lockers.
"What the hell are you doing!? We're close to the general office already!" Sasuke snarled as his back hit hard against the wall.
"You're too hot to resist. And isn't it all the more thrilling?" Gaara leant into whisper into Sasuke's ear as he pinned Sasuke's hands firmly against the wall.
"You scoundrel let me go!" Sasuke hissed in dark rage as he struggled against Gaara. Gaara ignored him, only leaning to kiss him instead.
Sasuke aimed a kick at Gaara's crotch. But his efforts were stopped by Gaara, who had swiftly stepped between his legs and pushed his hard, throbbing shaft against Sasuke's inner thigh, making him gasp in shock, giving Gaara the chance to slip his tongue into Sasuke's mouth, which he then ravaged completely, grabbing hard at Sasuke's ass as he did do.
When they finally parted due to Sasuke pushing him off, Gaara said breathlessly, his jade green eyes melted in swirling pools of desire and lust, "I think I like the sober you a lot better. You're one spirited hottie."
He flashed a lecherous grin at Sasuke before pushing him back against the wall, this time leaning his entire body weight on him, as he kissed Sasuke furiously again, his errant hands travelling all over Sasuke's body. Sasuke couldn't help but emit a soft uncharacteristic squeak as a finger pinched his nipple hard.
"Ugh… Stop… I…" Sasuke gasped helplessly as Gaara grinded their throbbing hardness together.
A low cough behind made them pause, breathing heavily as they parted. Gaara slowly turned around as Sasuke snuck a peek, before flushing furiously as he shoved Gaara away, zipping his jeans hastily.