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I stretched, yawning as I felt a weight to my left as I did so. I looked down, Sasuke nestled with his back to the side of my stomach. I smiled softly and recalled last nights events.
I pushed back in all the way, a soft and shaky moan escaping Sasuke, and I felt a pinch of pain stemming from my shoulder and I knew that was he was feeling was ten times worse. I kissed his shoulder repeatedly, knowing there wasn't much I could do right now. He licked the shell of my ear after a minute and I groaned, moving and starting off slowly.
I kept my eyes on him, reminding myself to keep it nice and slow in order to let him adjust. He had his eyes close and he let out short pants. Eventually his eyes opened and I stopped out of shock.
His eyes were heavy-lidded and they gleamed with almost a hint of red, his mouth partially open. The lust and need I felt coming from him had me at a loss.
"Well, are you gonna move, dobe?" He voice brought me back, it coming from low in his throat and causing my to growl in anticipation.
I slammed into him, an aggrivated groan and an attempt at a glare as a response. I smirked and placed a chaste kiss on his lips, repeating the motion once more a tad quicker, setting a nice pace and keeping the flow going. Our foreheads rest against one another, our hot breaths blending together and our moans fueling our energy.
"Hah...Sasuke...'s so good..." I managed between breaths, the said man nodding trying to say something in response.
"F-Fuck...I'm..." I didn't need for him to finish his sentance to understand, and I reached in between us and grab his length, slowly stroking it as I pounded into him repeatedly. He shifted a bit and then I heard him let out a scream-like moan, and I halted, concerned I had hurt him. He had his eyes shut and shook his head at my hesitation. "Again...again..." I understood where I had hit him.
I complied, eventually his body begining to spazz and his arms wrapping around my neck as he came into my hand. I followed him shortly after, both of us locking lips.
I smiled and propped myself up on one arm on my side, taking my other hand and stroking my index finger over the exposed part of his body. I trailed it over his shoulder, down his arm and over his side slowly. He stirred a little and I leaned over to place a kiss on his cheek, my lips trailing over his shoulder and neck over and over again until he woke up. He yawned, flexing his back and halting when he noticed another body behind him.
"Sleepy head." It took him a moment but he turned over and his eyes were droopy, clearly not fully woken up. He blinked a few times and when he finally focused on me his eyebrows raised. "What?"
"Trying to seduce me, huh? I guess last night wasn't enough." He smirked and I knit my eyebrows, confused. My instincts told me to look down so I did, and what I realized was that I was naked underneath the sheets, my stomach area and above exposed, the sun gleaming against my naturally tan skin, bringing out the contrast from my hair and the white silk. Sasuke had insisted that he couldn't sleep in anything but silk. Realizing how inviting I might've looked I grinned, hoping to play it off as if I had known the whole time, yet the slight tint to my cheeks gave it away.
I looked at him, his eyes soft and his facial expression weary. His pale skin looked like silk against the almost-matching sheets. My heart beat faster and this time, I knew it was just because of my Mark.
"You're so beautiful." I muttered, cursing internally for being so gushy in front of him. He scoffed, slightly shaking his head and looking away from me.
"Idiot."
"I'm serious," he hesitated, but met my gaze. "People claw after me every day, countless people crave even just my eyes on them, but none of them seem to see you. You're like an underdog, hiding in the shadows until it's your time to shine. If you were in my position, no doubt you'd be international. Hey, Justin Bieber did it." He seemed to smirk at the last comment, and when our Marks began to burn slightly I took that as an opening an leaned forward, attaching my lips to his.
I sighed, sweat dripping from my nose onto the floor. I was supposed to come up with a new routine within the next two days, and so far, I've hit a wall for my inspiration; it just wasn't coming to me. I growled frustratingly, yelling out a heated yell before calming myself down.
"Having some trouble?" I turned around, frowning slightly when I noted red hair. Everyone had gone out for lunch, including Sasuke who had to run some errands, but I had decided to stay in hopes of grasping something, anything. I was not expecting unwelcome company.
"What the hell do you want?" He smirked, his hands across his chest like some high and mighty asshole.
"You." I felt the anger just boil inside of me. I slowly walked to him.
"You want me?" I chuckled as he nodded. "You're out of your fucking mind."
"And why would that be? I believe any smart guy would want the same." I walked faster, pouncing on him. He was strong, holding his arms defensively in front of his face and successfully blocking my swing. I continued to try and fight him.
"You fucking, fucking asshole!" He seemed only to smile wider. "You only want to use me!" He began to frown at that, pushing me farther from him. "Just like you fucking used Sasuke!" This set him off, his full force throwing me off of him and his foot stomping on my chest to keep me on the floor.
"Sasuke wanted me. I gave the slut what he deserved." I growled dangerously, trying to get back up but his other foot going to my neck and keeping me still. "Now I tried to be civil about this but I guess I'll just have to be a little harder on you." He pushed down suddenly on my chest for emphasis, the air being knocked out of my lungs and causing me to cough.
"Just like you were a little too hard on Sasuke," He laughed wholeheartedly.
"You talk about him like he's a saint. What, have the fucks gotten to your head?" I felt my Mark pulse, almost as if a warning.
"I know he's a lot better than you; at least I didn't fuck him even if he never wanted." Gaara growled in his throat and kicked my side, the trauma so bad that I rolled over and coughed badly, the feeling of blood faintly traceable.
"At least I never killed him. All the times he disobeyed me I should've. I could never stoop down to his level though, his pathetic, weak being. Just an empty shell perfect for pleasure."
His level?
"What are you...talking about?" I said as I sat up, looking at him like a mad-man.
"Oh? I thought you would've known by now, since you two obviously know each other so well. Why don't you just admit it; you don't know him outside of the bedroom. Or shower. Or car. Wherever pleasures you the most, really." I stood up, confusion and anger pooling.
"Tell me what the hell you're talking about!"
He chuckled. "I figured. He wouldn't tell you about his uncle, now would he?" I stared at him, waiting for him to continued as he inspected his nails. "How Tobi killed your parents and all Sasuke and his family did was try to cover it up. They never even cared about poor, poor little Naruto Uzumaki." My heart stopped and all I heard was his words, echoing in my mind.
No…
"You can't tell me you found it strange how he had a file on you,"
No…
"Or how him and Kakashi seemed to know each other, how him and Itachi always leave you out and speak privately. Don't tell me you haven't once thought the worst."
No...No no no no no… This can't be true. He's just trying to scare me in order to sleep with me. Kakashi already told me the murderer was dead. What was his name...What was it...Whatever! He's lying!
"You're...You're a liar. I can see right through me."
He laughed. "If you don't believe me then just look through the briefcase your dad left you. The Uchiha have been looking for it forever, to hide the evidence. But I'm sure his one and only child could solely be the carrier." He began to turn, planting a kiss on my dull hand before bowing and leaving. I could only stand there dumbfounded. "When you need to run, I am always here Naruto. See you soon, love." He smiled and strode out.
What...No…
I almost fell to my knees, but picked myself up enough to go in my car and drive home. Surely I was speeding, my anger overshadowing my hurt. I was going to prove that bastard wrong. I slammed the door open, not bothering to mind the wall, and went straight into my room. Going under my bed I grabbed it roughly, having moved it this morning as it bothered me in the car. I slammed it open, picking up the first paper and reading it.
'Tobi Uchiha: Murderer, mad-man...'
My eyes widened dramatically.
No…
"No!" I yelled, throwing the thing across the room and breaking a vase nearby. I felt tears begin to pour out of me, the truth hitting me hard and my heart practically bleeding for help. My Mark was burning as if to try and soothe me, but I yelled and clawed at it in order to get it to start. I got up, stumbling to the bathroom between blurred vision and slapped the medicine cabinet open. Grabbing my large bottle of vicodin I head to this kitchen, collapsing to my knees in order to sob more. After a few minutes I wiped my tears, grabbing a bottle from the counter and pouring a random amount into my hand, prepared to douse them all at once.
"Trying to ease the pain?" I jumped, the pills falling from my hand, and looked behind me. I found a nonchalant looking Uchiha, the older man offering a hand to help me up. I took it, standing shakily and leaning against him for support. He felt safe.
But was any Uchiha safe?
As if he read my mind he answered. "You found out, huh? About the others. I was away at the time. They kept everything so wrapped up that I never knew until I had to testify. I can't believe Sasuke never told you." He shook his head slightly, and the way he was so calm made me feel like I could trust him. "I did tell you if you ever had any problems that you could call me, Naruto. I'm here to help you. I knew Sasuke would betray you." The word betrayal struck a nail right through my heart and I felt myself at the brink of tears.
"How did you…"
"I was waiting for Sasuke to return, but I had a feeling." I simply nodded and began to sob again.
He gave me support, and when I stopped crying and could manage myself he gave me a quick smile and turned to leave. "I'm only a call away, Naruto. Do not hesitate." Just like that, he was gone.
I slumped down against the cabinets, disbelief filling me before anger once again.
I sighed, locking my car and glancing over to see Naruto's car next to mine. So he went home after all. I put my keys in my pocket and headed up the elevator, my body too tired to take the stairs. Kakashi had dragged me out to lunch in order to give me a doctor's evaluation. Fun. Once I reached our floor I stepped out and turned to the left, getting ready to open our door when I noticed said gray-haired man coming from the opposite direction. I paused and raised a brow. He slowed to a pause and answered my hesitation. "It's time for his eval now. I've been texting him but he hasn't answered, so I'll assume he's asleep. He seemed very frustrated today; I know it's hard on him, especially without his studio." I nodded, nostalgia coming to me and reminding me of the night he got into a fight.
I opened to door, not surprised when it was open. Kakashi followed me in and shut the door, going ahead into the bedroom while I was taking my shoes off. "Naruto, I'm afraid your evil father is-" I stopped when I looked up and saw my brother leaning against the hallway, a smirk on his face as he met my gaze. Kakashi merely backed up.
"Hello, otouto. How have you been holding up?"
"Where's Naruto?" I ignored him completely, my heart racing and my eyes searching for any kind of evidence.
"Cutting right to the chase, huh? And you even brought a rat with you," He stated as he turned to look at Kakashi. "Go ahead Hatake, save the boy like you always did. Oh wait, I forgot; you have two of them now, right? I wonder which one you'll save first." Kakashi visibly shook, a hand going to run through his hair and curses stringing from him.
"What is he...talking about?" They both ignored me, Itachi merely smiling creepily and another figure chuckling behind him. I recognized it immediately, even fiber in my body telling me that this was not good.
Itachi switched over to English, something I never get to hear but is smooth regardless. "The poor little Uchiha child, born a prodigy just like his brother, cared for by only the best secret agent in Northern Japan. Following in his big brother's footsteps and graduating early in order to help the needy in our medical field. Now all he has is his big brother, but he's still going strong, switching over to UDA to run the company with him. And Kakashi, an assassin, secret agent working on three different fronts at the same time, who's best friend was convicted of the murder of his second boss's family except for another poor boy, who is now left alone. The other poor boy, born in a country he no longer remembers or speaks the language of, taken care of by who he thinks is his uncle but in reality is a murderer switching between lies and families to service the hole in his heart." Kakashi stepped back again, the focus in his eyes so intense it was on Itachi's level.
This is going to get way out of hand.
"You abandoned poor Sasuke to save another poor soul. Which will it be this time, I wonder."
"Let him go, Itachi." Said man chuckled softly.
"Oh I don't have him. I have nothing to do with a worthless piece of scum like him." He began to walk over to me, halting before placing a deadly grip around my neck and slamming me against the wall next to the front door. "Just like this one. You both fit each other; trash with trash."
"Now c'mon Ita, he's good for something. I mean, he pleased me for a while." I cringed at the sick sound of his voice, trying to keep calm and take in as much oxygen as I could. After a few seconds Itachi 'humphed' and let me fall to the floor, my feet barely catching me and my lungs rushing to catch up. I stared at the smiling redhead through my one open eye, his look making me want to vomit. I numbly felt a pain in my wrist, the pain so small I dismissed it quickly.
"I do have to wonder now…" He walked back over to Kakashi, stepping around him and dissecting him. "Who do you prefer, Gaara?"
"At least the blondie likes to put up a fight," He licked his bottom lip, causing my anger to sprout.
"What the hell have you guys done to him!" I stood up and frowned at the older raven, my mark beginning to burn more prominently.
"It's not what I have done, but what you have." My eyes widened slightly. "See what I told you about keeping secrets, otouto?" I growled.
"You told him, didn't you?" Kakashi spoke for me, his voice level and calm. However, I could tell he was dying to let Itachi know exactly what he was thinking. Itachi smirked.
"No, not me. I don't stoop that low. Luckily I have people who love to do the work for me," He gazed at the redhead, a wicked grin sprouting on his face. I felt bile rise in my throat at the mere thought of the two of them working together. He continued after clearly making his point. "All I did was comfort him when he was down, since he obviously had no one else he could turn to." He strolled around, reaching around Kakashi in order to grab the jacket to his suit and head towards the door.
"Where is he?" I placed my hand on his chest, stopping him from leaving and causing him to raise a brow.
"That's not part of my job, Sasuke. All I'm here for is to watch you get what you deserve." He tried to leave but I stopped him yet again.
"Why do you hate me so much, Itachi?" He stilled and looked straight ahead, his face stoic and void as always. "You always want the worst for me, always try to bring me down. What did I ever do to deserve this?" I saw something flicker in his eyes, like a shadow, before he closed his eyes and adjusted his tie, removing my hand and taking his exit without any words.
Kakashi stared at his back for a long while, his eyes meeting mine soon after. He looked like he wanted to say something, so I let him speak. "I don't think he hates you. He was always too kind to you." I merely shook my head.
"You haven't been able to witness the way he looks at me now, how he speaks to me. After the fire he was never the same. Right now all that matters is that we find Naruto." Kakashi walked over to me and placed his hand on my wrist before I could do anything else.
"If he meant what I think he did, then you know Naruto isn't going to what anything to do with you." I felt anger rise within me, my Mark pinching my skin but my mind agreeing with him. He seemed to understand my frustration and sighed, offering some help. "Let's see if I can contact him first." He put his hand down and grabbed his cell out of his pocket, unlocking it and calling the said blonde.
After a few rings I saw him begin to tap his foot impatiently, feeling just as nervous as I did. He frowned when there was no answer, yet tried again almost immediately. This time he received an answer.
"...Naruto? How are you?" I tried to listen to the other end of the call, but I couldn't make out anything but Kakashi. "I just came home to give you your mid-year evaluation, but I noticed you weren't here. Are you out for lunch?" His face hardened and a frown formed, probably at Naruto's tone rather than his words. Somehow I could feel his agony of having to lie to his uncle as they spoke. "Airport? Why are you there? Is Sasuke leaving for a business trip again?" There was a slight pause. "Naruto, answer me. Breathe, okay? Speak clearly and think of air; light. Think light."
I recognized his helping words; apparently Naruto might be having a panic attack right now, at the airport nonetheless.
Wait, the airport?
I felt panic rise in me and I struggled to stand still, glaring at Kakashi to hurry. He simply ignored me. "Naruto, I'm coming. You mean you're already leaving? Where the hell are you going? No, Naruto!" I saw him pull the phone away from his ear angrily, his face beyond serious. Without looking at me he began to grab his things and explain. "He's not good. He's freaking out, and he's already taking off. I don't know where he's going or anything, and I don't have anything here to figure it out yet." He headed to the door, but I stopped him.
"W-Wait, where are you going?"
"To find him,"
"You're just going to leave me here?" He couldn't meet my eye and I felt a twinge of sadness from my past in my chest. "Just like before?"
"Sasuke…" He shook his head and sighed. "I made a promise to his father. I knew someone was after him, and so did your father. Minato and Fugaku were really quite close, honestly. Minato also predicted his early death, and so a decision was made between the three of us. If his son was left an orphan, I would take care of him. Fugaku never predicted the fire at the compound. You were never supposed to be alone."
"So you just decided to never come back? Not even once, to visit?"
"I did what I thought was best." His tone was strong and made me back down a bit. "And right now, me chasing after Naruto is what is best. Just hold tight until I can bring him back."
We left it at that.
I laughed afterwards, watching T.V. and playing music and ordering greasy, Chinese take-out in order to distract me, but eventually I began to feel the sadness sink in.
Naruto had left me without a word.
My Mark was killing me, causing me to shake and having to take painkillers that did nothing to help. I growled when I tried to pick up my glass of water and dropped it, the glass shattering and my anger spewing. I threw the control at the television, effectively breaking it, followed by the coffee table and more dishes. After my little fit I sunk back into the couch, the sadness in my heart overwhelming me.
Why? Why am I feeling this way? All he is is a stupid,
I felt tears prick at the back of my eyes.
Stupid distraction in order to get back at Itachi.
The water slipped from my tear duct, my Mark pulsing heavily.
Then why is Itachi on top and I'm on the bottom?
I felt a nail go through my heart at the thought of his abuse to me over the years, my hands coming to shield my eyes as I sobbed uncontrollably.
Why am I the one left alone?
I hope it didn't escalate too quickly. More deep-thinking next chapter!
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