Impossible to Love You

Disclaimer: Naruto belongs to the brilliant Masashi Kishimoto-sama. I am not Masashi Kishimoto-sama, unfortunately.

Warnings: Incest, swearings.

Pairings: ItaSasu, KakaIru.

A/N: I was up to my neck with school work and still am! My exams are in two weeks and I have two projects too hand in on Tuesday and Thursday, a Japanese speech on Wednesday and a Japanese skit on Friday! But I absolutely needed to de-stress, so here I am with another chapter! I hope I do not lose any readers in taking such a long time to update! And this chapter isn't even as long as the previous! How irritating. I think it's not half as good too, damn it. But I'm itching to update. Comments are treasured! Oh and by the way, Madara-gumi is a form of addressing a yakuza boss. neoandtheangrywhiteflag, long name, wonder what it means! Anyway, I'm happy you liked my portrayal of Mikoto! jhisk, Gaara keeps winning me over too! He's too nice to Sasuke! It's a pity I can't think of someone suitable to pair him up with to give him a happy ending! Sigh. Itachi is a genius! He is! But Madara is a formidable foe, so it would be a tough fight! Kaira-chan15, I really love your pretty comments! As long as you leave your lovely comments, I don't mind however long you take! Oh and Mikoto was indeed such a nice mother, I'm sad she died too, but actually I think Sasuke is a lot more fortunate in my story, haha. Whee I'm glad you like me putting their situation in my plot! It would make them more in character, that's why! But my story is becoming a drama. I had meant for it to be pure romance! What is this, yakuzas and killings! And just where is ItaSasu!? Tsk. Oh and I really absolutely loved my description of Itachi's piano-playing too! LOL am I narcissistic?

Sasuke drummed his fingers at his desk nervously, wondering if it would have been better if he had gone to work instead of worrying himself sick. He swung his seat away from his desk, springing up from his seat to pace the room. He almost jumped from the startle of his phone vibrating in his pocket, the trembling of the metal akin to an electric spasm on his skin. He swiftly answered the phone, his heart palpitating a little faster with anticipation.

"Otou-san?"

"Madara claims he doesn't know where your mother is. I hate to tell you this, but you have to find Itachi. I'm going to have a very important meeting in half an hour's time in KonoUchiha."

Sasuke tried to agree, but found his voice momentarily lost within himself.

"Sasuke?" came his father's quizzical tone.

"I understand. Where is he?"

"Madara has sent him to Kabukichō. I'll send you the address later."

"Alright."

Sasuke sat at the back of their family limousine, his thoughts and feelings fragmented into a kaleidoscopic mess. He didn't know what to think about, his mother or Itachi. He tried to focus his mind on his missing mother, but somehow the dark-haired man always managed to creep into his thoughts.

Itachi was the last person he currently wanted to meet. There was no way he would ever forget everything Itachi had said to him; those words pierced through his very soul. Sasuke's fists clenched. He could face him; all he needed to do was to ask him if he had seen kaa-san. Sasuke's frown grew deeper at the thought of Itachi being at the red-light district area.

Sasuke almost banged the window of the limousine when he thought of how coincidentally his brother's cellphone had been switched off. His dark thoughts screeched to a halt when the limousine reached the gaudy building.

He took the lift up to the top floor, and pushed open the heavy doors to enter the dingy bar and inquired for his brother.

The flirtatious hostess batted her mascara-clumped fake lashes at him and snaked her arm around him as she led him to Itachi. Her cheap perfume wafted into his nose as he tried his best to ignore her large breasts that was practically nestling against his arm.

He waved her off hurriedly when he reached the room, and opened the doorto see Itachi with two other men surrounded by giggly prostitutes, who instantly fluttered their lashes at him.

Itachi's eyebrow rose at the sight of Sasuke as a slutty prostitute purred and clung onto his arm like a parasite. He stared at them in distaste as he motioned Itachi to get out of the room.

"Why are you here?" Itachi's wintry voice rumbled above his head.

He looked up grudgingly at the familiar face, his fingernails digging into his palm.

"Otou-san sent me here to ask you where is kaa-san."

"I wouldn't know, did he forget that he had me kicked out?" Itachi smiled wryly.

"Fine, I just know that coming here was a waste of my time anyway." Sasuke snarled and spun on his heel immediately, preparing to leave when a strong hand gripped his wrist.

The shock of the touch, the familiarity of the skin, blew his anger away for the briefest of a moment as he turned back to to the hypnotic Cimmerian gaze.

"I'm sorry, Sasuke. I'll be serious. When did kaa-san go missing?"

"She didn't return home since yesterday. She wanted to speak with Madara into talking otou-san to allow you to come back… but…" Sasuke paused mid-sentence, swallowing a growing lump in his throat as the ominous feeling returned.

"She went to see him?" Itachi's grip grew immensely stronger at Sasuke's words as his eyes darkened and voice roughened almost into an inhumane growl.

"Yes. Let go of me now." Sasuke snapped, refusing to admit his pain though involuntary tears sprung into his eyes.

The wild look in Itachi's normally stoic face faded as he blinked quickly and released Sasuke, who stared at him in mild suspicion.

"Sorry. I'll ask Madara-san."

Sasuke rubbed his tender wrist, replying dryly, "I wouldn't be here if Madara knows of her whereabouts."

Itachi opened his mouth to speak, only to be interrupted by a man in a black suit.

"Itachi-san, Madara-gumi is on the line."

"Madara-san? ...What? Alright, I'll bring Sasuke right away."

Itachi returned the phone to the wooden-faced man, and turned towards Sasuke, his tenebrous eyes sombre.

"What happened? Where are you taking me?"

"To the police station. Otou-san's charged with murder."

"What!?" Sasuke almost shrieked in disbelief.

Itachi said nothing, only swiftly wrapping his fingers around Sasuke's arm and navigated him down to the carpark.

Once they were in the car, away from the prying eyes of the black-suit guards trailing them, Sasuke asked hesitantly, "Why is he suddenly charged?"

"I have no idea." Itachi replied tersely, his hands clutching the steering wheel tight.

"Murder… who would he kill?" Sasuke had meant it as a rhetorical question, but a sudden twitch at his brother's jaw muscle made him change his mind.

"You know who it is right?" Sasuke asked in a small voice.

"…Yes. It's kaa-san."

Sasuke's world crashed down upon him at that moment. It wasn't true, he didn't believe it. He couldn't believe it. Itachi was lying. Or was this just a nightmare? He didn't know anymore.

"You're lying." Sasuke accused, his voice sounding strange and thick as if he was drowning in a thick aquarium.

Itachi didn't reply.

"You are lying." Sasuke repeated, whirling upon him.

Itachi's eyes merely slid towards Sasuke in a single glance, before returning to the road in front of them.

"You are lying!" Sasuke yelled, and grabbed at Itachi's arms in a bid to attack him. The car almost swerved off the road, but Sasuke didn't care. There was nothing in his mind except to force the truth out of Itachi, and he knew that the truth was Itachi was a big liar.

Itachi instantly stopped the car at the side and pinned Sasuke's arms down at his sides.

"Stop your nonsense, Sasuke. You'll have us killed even before we can find a good defense lawyer for otou-san." Itachi merely said quietly, though his voice was low and even threatening.

Sasuke struggled in his hands, snarling as his eyes glistened with rage, "You fucker! I know you want him dead so you can have the inheritance! Stop your hypocrisy and don't touch me!"

"I'm not after his inheritance; Madara-san can give me far more. So you can relax and calm down now, I don't want another attempt to fling us both of the road." Itachi replied smoothly, his dark eyes trained on Sasuke, hands still grasping Sasuke's wrists.

"Madara must have killed kaa-san, and is getting otou-san as the scapegoat. Let me out, I'll kill him!" Sasuke deduced in fury, even as he struggled helplessly in Itachi's iron grip.

"No! No. You're thinking too much. Let us go to the station first and see otou-san." Itachi tried to convince his frenzied brother.

"Yes I'll go to the police and tell them about it, but not with you! You're his accomplice! Let me go now!" Sasuke shrieked and thrashed wildly under his grip.

Itachi finally heaved a heavy sigh before moving over to the passenger seat right over Sasuke and leaning past him to reach the backseat.

"What… What are you doing?" Sasuke's anger dissipated at the irresistible warmth practically on top of him.

His face pressed against the muscled chest that was so deliciously left unbuttoned and he unconsciously swallowed a large wad of saliva building up in his throat.

His mouth ran dry when Itachi shifted his weight down on him to search for something at the backseat. The scent from Itachi's skin enveloped his senses, fresh like an ocean wave. He wore no cologne; there wasn't a need for him to.

Sasuke squeezed his lids shut as a tear escaped from the corner of his eye, burning his skin. He couldn't believe he was still feeling these illicit sensations, when he was in the know that his brother had felt nothing for him, only the greatest repugnance, and was intent to destroy all of his fragile felicity.

"You leave me no choice, foolish little brother." Itachi finally uttered the three words he loathed with his being, finally facing him again with a rope on his hands.

"Where did you get this?"

"I need it for some of my dealings." Itachi shrugged and swiftly tied Sasuke to the seat.

"You're a bloody Yakuza now! You fucking Madara's underling! I hate you! Let me go!"

Itachi merely reached forward to wipe his lone tear away in a tender caress, his touch an evanescent flutter of a butterfly's wing. He then shifted his enigmatic eyes away and returned to the driver's seat.

Sasuke stole a peek at the exquisite carved profile of his impassive face. His mind couldn't even begin to comprehend the last act of kindness, so he decided to attribute it to an uncharacteristic moment of insanity on his brother's part.

When they finally reached the police station, Itachi untied Sasuke, and was shoved away instantly as Sasuke shot him a death glare before slamming the car door.

Once they entered the police station, Itachi immediately went to Madara's side, leaving Sasuke to sulk as he pinned them down with his icy glare.

"I've already made the necessary procedures; you can go and see him." Madara said, his hands reaching out to clasp Itachi's.

"Sasuke, go in first, I'll go after you."

Sasuke barely acknowledged him as he walked past briskly, following the heavy footsteps of a police officer.

Itachi took the opportunity to snatch Madara to a quiet corner, his fists wrenching Madara's shirt as his eyes blazed with outrage.

"What the fuck did you do to my parents?"

"Don't you assume I can't figure out who was the snitch who made three of my prostitution dens busted by the police. It is my first warning to you. If you play nice, I promise you, your father will come to no harm. But if you try to be too smart, I'm afraid I will be unable to save him." Madara said calmly, his lips twisted in a nasty sneer.

"You promised not to touch my family if I worked for you!" Itachi hissed, his eyes shooting dark bolts of fury.

Look, I only promised not to touch your darling brother. Besides, I actually saved you! Your mother had found about about your brother's nearly lost chastity and your depraved thoughts, and might I add, was uncontrollably furious. She threatened to tell your father about it, and who knows what he might have done." Madara's face contorted in a baleful grin.

"She wouldn't have done that." Itachi retorted weakly, only half believing in himself.

"I'm guessing that you do not know her very well. I have had a nice time with her when we were young; she was always a bit hot-headed. Hey, if you don't believe me, you can ask your father. He is still so terribly jealous of our lovely past." Madara smirked.

"Why are you so bent on ruining our family?"

"Itachi, my boy, you do not know yourself very well. You're the one who has brought all this upon yourself. If you hadn't been so brazen in your sinful desires I wouldn't have been able to do a thing. If anything, blame yourself."

Itachi went silent at that. His grip slowly loosened, and he turned himself away from the smirking man. Madara was right. It was all his fault. He was the one who had killed his family. He deserved to die from all his sinning. But he couldn't. He had to live on, to protect his brother from the monster so close to them. Even if he had to turn into the very Devil's incarnate, he had to do it.

Sasuke sat across from his father, his heart pounding so furiously he was sure his father could hear him in the tiny confines of the room.

"Sasuke, it was Madara. It could only be him. She went to see him last and just vanished." Fugaku said tiredly, his dark eye rings prominent in the dim glow of the room.

"I know… you would never… kaa-san… otou-san!" Sasuke choke onto his first sob. Sorrow swelled in him, and he felt as if his head would burst from sheer misery.

"Sasuke, don't cry. I need you to be strong, to save our family. Itachi has been highly likely turned by him, there's no way you can trust your brother now. No matter what happens to me though, you must live on. Protect yourself. Don't think of revenge."

"No, otou-san, you won't die! Madara is the greatest suspect what is wrong with the police!" Sasuke cried.

"Apparently he has an alibi. I don't, I was working alone in my office all night… and they found pictures. Pictures of… of Madara and your mother together in my study room. There is obviously a traitor in our house."

"Itachi! I''ll kill him!" Sasuke roared as he slammed his fists on the table.

"Sasuke, calm down! It mightn't be your brother! Even if he has turned for the worse, he wouldn't harm his own parents. Madara is a yakuza; he could easily bribe anyone, even the police. Our law is sadly infested with yakuza's influence, so there is really no way of me getting out. I just need you to be aware of Madara, since he is going to be your guardian, with me gone. Itachi could be your guardian, since he's of age, but he is under Madara, and would probably do anything Madara says. So, beware of them."

"I know…"

"But Sasuke, I don't believe your brother is evil. Money has simply blinded him. Do all you can to bring him back to the right is the only thing I plead of you. As long as you brothers can be safely together, your mother and I will be at peace."

"I… I'll try." Sasuke lied. Itachi was beyond saving. Money wasn't the only thing driving Itachi. Itachi was as deranged as Madara. If only his father knew—

"That's my son." The words he had longed to hear since young fell like the softness of a summer breeze's breath upon his ears, warm but fleeting in the gloom of the situation.

"Time's up." Came the cold voice of the police from outside. Sasuke stood up to leave, casting a last long look at his father, who appeared to have aged at least ten years in such a short while.

Itachi stepped into the room, head bowed, after Sasuke left. Sasuke shot yet another basilisk glare towards him as they brushed past each other. But his glares seemed to have no effect on the tall, imposing figure of his unresponsive brother. Sasuke bristled and folded his arms.

"Sasuke-kun! I'm so terribly sorry about this! Mikoto-san was very dear to me! But no, we didn't have any affair! Your father is very mistaken indeed!" Madara implored.

"Stay away from me. I know what you did. My father would never—do it." Sasuke growled.

"Darling. You cried? I can imagine your trauma. I've already promised Fugaku to take extremely good care of you. And I'm sure your brother would do anything to protect you." Madara smiled down at Sasuke as he tousled Sasuke's hair. Sasuke slapped his hand away in sheer loathing.

A masked policeman strode towards Madara and Sasuke.

"I'm sorry to disturb you but I'm afraid we'll need you to assist in our investigations, Uchiha san." The masked policeman said politely.

"Oh yes, sure. But sir, I need someone to take care of my nephew here, he's terribly distraught." Madara looked over at Sasuke in concern. Sasuke simply ignored him, leaning on the wall as he stared straight into a tall pot of plant.

"No problem, sir. I send someone down right away." The masked policeman spoke into his walkie-talkie softly, his silver bangs falling past his scarred eye as he bent his head, before nodding to Madara. The pair strode down the corridor, leaving Sasuke.

Sasuke took this chance to slip away, but someone stopped him. He turned around with his glare on full force, expecting Itachi.

"Iruka-san!?" He gasped in shock.

"Sasuke-kun! I heard about your parents from my colleague! Do you want Naruto to come over and accompany you?" Iruka asked tenderly, his warm brown eyes bright with worry.

"No… I'm fine. But, may I stay over your house tonight?" Sasuke asked quietly.

"Yes, of course! I'll get Naruto to come over and get you."

"Thanks." Sasuke muttered.

Iruka's lips curled into a sweet smile, and an image of his mother's smiling face flashed across his mind. He bit his lip in devastation, knowing he'd never see it ever again.

Soon, Itachi emerged from the room. He walked towards Iruka and Sasuke, his face grim.

"Thank you for looking after my brother. I'll have him from now."

Sasuke instinctively cringed as Itachi reached towards him, and Iruka promptly stepped forward.

"Itachi-kun, Sasuke-kun wishes to stay with Naruto tonight. I've already called Naruto to come over to fetch him, so please do not worry."

"I see… If that's the case, I shall take my leave." Itachi answered stiffly, his glance slowly shifting towards Sasuke and back to Iruka, before turning.

Sasuke almost sagged against the wall in relief as his brother's figure disappeared down the hallway. Iruka whirled towards him in mild query.

"Did anything happen between you and your brother?"

Sasuke was stunned. How could Iruka tell? Was it reflected in his eyes, that he hated and loved his own brother with equal passion? He panicked and could not find a word to say as his mouth flapped open and shut like a fish. In the end he settled for a quick shake of his head as he stared down on the ground.

"Sasuke-kun, it is very obvious you're lying." Iruka said sternly.

"It's nothing much. Really." Sasuke finally found the right words to put in his mouth and spoke with false confidence as he matched Iruka's stare.

Iruka finally relented, or maybe it was because Naruto had reached, breaking their eye contact. Sasuke almost sighed in relief, Iruka's stare could make one really uneasy.

"Sasuke! Iruka-san! I'm here!" Naruto panted.

"Good. Take him home now, Naruto. Make sure he gets a good rest, and when I reach home, I don't want to see you playing games!"

"Alright, alright! You won't be home early anyway. We'll be sleeping like dead logs long before you reach home with—" Naruto rambled loudly before his mouth was clamped shut by Iruka.

"Hush, will you! This is a police station!" Iruka scolded, though his tanned cheeks took on the shade of a dark rose.

"Sasuke will know about it anyway. See ya tonight, Iruka-san!" Naruto waved cheerily as he ducked out of Iruka's reach, latching on Sasuke's arm and dragging the desolate figure away.

Sasuke stared out of the window, deep in his thoughts until an annoying hand got into his field of vision.

"Don't do this! Talk to me or I'll think you're dead!" Naruto said bluntly in his strident tenor.

"Hn." Came his famous response, and he continued staring at the rolling scene of concrete and glass as the bus appeared to crawl at a snail's pace. Naruto's fidgeting was getting to him.

"Stop moving." Sasuke said curtly, still staring out into the urban scenery that seemed eternally unchanging.

An arm around his shoulder caused him to jerk, and he turned to direct his stony glare at the orange sunshine.

"Get your arm off me." He growled.

"Sasuke-teme, I'm offering you a chance to let go of your feelings. Do it, or you'll live to regret!" Naruto grumbled.

"I don't need it, dobe!"

"Teme! I'm trying to comfort you here! Stop putting up a brave front!"

"Naruto. Touch me again and I will go to the Hawk instead." Sasuke snarled. There was no way he could afford to reveal his emotions. He had broken down in front of enough people, and he didn't want to add another to the list.

"Fine, fine! I give up!" Naruto growled in return, his arm returning to his side as his cheeks puffed in infuriation.

The journey to Naruto's apartment went on in tensed silence.

Sasuke immediately took the chance to take a long shower in the bathroom once they arrived, knowing it was the only place he could be in peace for the moment. He was too tired to face Naruto's interrogations.

The rush of water from the shower head poured down onto his skin as he stood in silent tears, and he slowly crouched down to the floor in torment. His mother didn't deserve to die in such a manner. She was supposed to live to a ripe old age and his family was supposed to the embodiment of a perfect family.

He didn't want this pain. It was an acute ache that shredded his soul apart. And it was all Itachi's fault. Why did he want to destroy his own family? Sasuke couldn't understand. Wasn't torturing him enough? Why did he kill their mother as well? And now even their father? A tumult of emotions crowded upon him as his tears fused with the flowing torrent from the shower head.

When he had finally exited the bathroom due to Naruto's incessant thumping of the door, his eyes were as dry and bitter as a winter night. He sat at the dining table with Naruto, staring down at the steaming instant ramen that Naruto had prepared. Naruto stared at him after ingesting three-quarters of his ramen in two minutes.

"Why aren't you eating?" Naruto gurgled with his full mouth.

"I'm not hungry." He said quietly, and Naruto merely shook his head as he took the neglected bowl almost happily.

Five minutes passed in peace as Naruto gobbled up their bowls in noisy slurps, but when he finally finished, his shrill voice interrupted Sasuke's deep thoughts.

"Teme, say something."

"What?" Sasuke asked irritably.

"It's not like I'm worried or anything, but at this juncture you should be pouring out your emotions. It's unhealthy to keep everything bottled up."

A sharp glare from him shut the orange-clad blond for a short second, before he spoke up again.

"Did anything happen between you and your brother?"

Sasuke shut his eyes to prevent himself from leaping across the table to scratch out the moving lips of the boisterous blond. Did he really think it was safer to talk about Itachi? Fuck of course he did. Which normal human would have committed a fucking incestuous taboo with their own fucking brother who totally fucked up their family anyways?

"Earth to teme." Naruto almost bellowed into his ear. Sasuke smacked the side of Naruto's head. Naruto rubbed his sore head and pushed his lower lip in a childish pout.

"Your ugly pout may work on Neji, but I'm not him, usuratonkachi." Sasuke smirked.

"What the hell!" With that, Naruto flung himself on Sasuke and they tumbled onto the ground in a nasty scuffle, and all mention of Itachi was forgotten.

"What is happening in here!?" A stern voice from above caused their tugs and punches to halt in an instant, and the both of them stared up almost apologetically at Iruka. Iruka pulled Naruto by the ear and began lecturing him whilst Sasuke spaced out.

This was the routine whenever he stayed over—or not. He gaped at the newcomer who merely stood at the edge of the doorstep, shaking his head slowly at the sight.

"You!" was all he could utter as the man's eyes curved into twinkling crescent moons. Did that mean he was smiling? Sasuke couldn't, for his life, tell, for the lower half of the man's face was concealed by a mask.

"Nice to meet you too, I'm Hatake Kakashi, Iruka's boyfriend." The masked man waved at Sasuke cheerfully. Iruka stopped his lecturing of Naruto, flushing a tomato red at his words as Naruto suddenly grinned maliciously.

Kakashi strode casually to the blushing Iruka and wrapped his arms around his waist.

"K-Kakashi-san! How many times have I told you not to behave in this way when you meet someone new?" Iruka stutter, his blush deepening and spreading to the tips of his ears.

"Why are you still wearing your mask? I thought it was for work?" Sasuke asked in mild curiosity though he rolled his eyes at the public display of affection.

"No, I wear it to enhance my mysterious factor. Iruka was one of the many smitten by my mysterious mask. I bet you must be wondering, how does he look under the mask, is he handsome or hideous, does he have any dimples, right now, right?" Kakashi winked at Sasuke, who stared at him in mounting repulsion.

"No. But since you're one of the investigators for my—my mother's murder, I hope that you can share with me some details." Sasuke said severely.

"I'm the chief investigator, but I'm afraid that such investigations are top-secret. Sorry, Sasuke-kun." Kakashi looked almost like a doleful puppy as he draped even more heavily over Iruka, who resembled a cardinal rose at this point.

"Hn." Inside Sasuke seethed with anger, but his face betrayed no emotion.

He stood up and walked into Naruto's room, pulling out a mattress from under Naruto's bed and hiding his frame under the covers. He could hear from outside Naruto informing Kakashi that it was his way of throwing tantrum when he couldn't get what he wanted.

Sasuke pulled the pillow over his head, trying to drown out the noises from outside. All he wanted to want to slip into a sweet chasm of dreams and forget about his current predicament.

But Heaven was unkind. He remained alert to Naruto's eventual snores and the couple's unrestrained love-making noises for the whole night.

His contempt for the chief investigator grew with each moan Iruka released and each creak of the bed; he should have been working his investigations instead of having bedroom fun. His father had been right when he said that the police were corrupted.

Sasuke couldn't take the final loud moan issuing from Iruka anymore. He stood up and walked to Naruto's desk, scribbling a short note and leaving it under the lamp. He lifted open the window and snuck out. Fortunately Naruto lived in the first floor. He hailed the first cab in sight and motioned the driver to get to the Hawk.

Suigetsu grinned at him as he entered the dark realms of the club. In the dead of the night the club was bubbling over with life, with the boisterous spectators roaring and cheering at tough participants in the ring.

"Hey it's unexpected. What brings you here?"

"I just needed a breather." Sasuke muttered darkly.

"Lucky for you Karin's not here tonight. Are you itching to fight again?" Suigetsu's grin grew Cheshire cat wide.

It was on the tip of Sasuke's tongue to say yes, but a sudden image of his smiling mother swept over him like a tidal wave. He remembered his parents' strong disapproval of him fighting, especially his mother, who had broken down at her first discovery. He would never see her gentle face again, but he knew she was still looking over him from the sky.

"No… I'm just here to watch."

Suigetsu looked at him ponderingly, before shrugging. He traipsed down the stairs, knowing Sasuke wanted to be left alone at this moment. Sasuke folded his slender fingers together, pressing them against his lips as he watched the ongoing match in silence.