A/N: Ya'll this chapter gets DARK. This is a trigger warning, there are despicable acts on a child mentioned in this chapter. If you find yourself unable to continue reading skip the very bottom where I will have a summarized version without the bad shit. Please be safe, I love you.
"Sasuke you have to wear a costume!"
The blond man childishly whined and stomped his foot.
"It's my birthday party so you have to listen to what I say! And I say costumes for everyone!"
The man standing in the store aisle with him let out a snort.
"Is that so, Princess?"
He brought a hand up to tenderly cup the other man's scarred cheek. A devilish smirk residing on thin lips. He was prepared for the barrage of punches thrown his way so he dodged every one of them.
"I'm not a princess you bastard!"
Since Naruto wasn't getting anywhere with his blows he decided that tackling the other man was the best option. For a man coming upon his mid-twenties, he was making a rather undignified scene, one that the man on the disgusting linoleum floor beneath his wasn't fond of. Strong knees pinned his arms to the ground so Sasuke could do nothing but scoff at the manchild on him.
"Get off me you moron. We are in public and I swear if you get us kicked out of the fucking costume store I will end you."
"Take it back and I will."
Blue eyes became squinted as the rest of the man's face was overtaken with a mischevious smile. That smile annoyed the pinned man to his core, enough that he was ready to throw a low blow.
"For a heterosexual man, you seem to really like having me under you. This is the second time in less than a month. Better be careful or this will turn into a naughty habit."
Finished with an overly sexual bite of his lip and a wink, the tan one of the two physically couldn't get up fast enough. He began to gag dramatically, dry heaving as he crouched on the floor.
"Dude! You're my brother, don't fuck around like that!"
"Am I still on the floor?"
"No."
"Then it was worth wanting to rip my own eyes out from the images conjured by my own words."
"Dickhole."
"Did you just call me a dickhole?"
"Yeah, so what?"
He couldn't help himself from shaking his head and chuckling at the sulking man still crouched on the floor. He offered his hand to his mate.
"How about as a sorry I'll let you pick my costume out for me. Is that good enough for you, Milady?"
With a kiss on the back of the hand, the raven skillfully ran further into the store.
'August 17,
Arrested another six gang bangers today. They are breeding like roaches. This city is quickly going to hell and our oh holy Hokage is doing nothing! The man is completely useless. Instead of declaring war on these gangs that are taking over the city, he is leaving all the hard word to us, policemen. How am I as police chief going to stop these turf wars if the man won't tell them it's not theirs?
Found out that my boy will be graduating high school this spring. I'm so proud of him. He is going to go to university for aerospace engineering next fall. He's going to do good things.'
Sasuke had been reading his dad's journal for a few weeks now and he didn't know how to feel every time he finished another entry. They were always short. Often they had something glowing about his brother. All of that was normal. His father had always adored his eldest. He wasn't even surprised that so far his father had only mentioned his younger son once. After all, he had lived in Itachi's shadow his entire life. Still was just in a different way.
What left a pit in his stomach was how much angrier the writing got as time went on. He had managed to get through two months of writing and something became more and more apparent. His father had held a lot of resentment towards the Hokage. Resentment that was quickly turning into wrath. It just wasn't sitting right with him. A tightening began in his chest as he thought of his father's feelings toward their citie's leader, causing him to have a hard time properly breathing. The more he read, the tighter the grip on his lungs became, the harder it became to breathe. He had begun to recognize that he was having panic attacks.
Breathe.
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
As he had done many times by this point, he mindlessly pulled out his phone and dialed.
"Is this a casual call or do you need a distraction?"
The other line's response came almost instantaneous. Sasuke sighed in relief. He tried to reply but could only manage a strangled gurgle.
"You need a distraction."
"Mhm."
The man clutched the phone tightly in his hand as if the voice on the other end was his only lifeline in the middle of stormy seas.
"I am going to continue the story about the Kazekage's son. This part gets dark just so you know. If you need me to stop because I am making it worse just give me a sign and I will change to a happier story."
Sasuke stayed silent, he couldn't respond even though he wanted to.
"The young child slept peacefully for the first time in his life that night, as he had nightmares every other time. His father's words were always invading his mind and tormenting him. So for this child to dream of a beautiful blond woman of whom he could only guess was his mother was nothing short of a miracle."
Sasuke felt himself grow concerned for the child. He had a rough enough life already.
"The boy was awoken to not being able to breathe. He felt immense pressure all around his face. He struggled against the force."
His heart began hammering in his chest as his nightmares came flooding back to him. He understood the fear the child had been in.
"Just as the little boy was beginning to lose consciousness his little hand found the lamp on the nightstand. He threw it towards the pressure with all the might his little body could muster. He felt it make contact with something solid, it shattering in the process. The force that was stealing his air pulled away. The child flung himself off the bed, crawling to the corner of the room, his back against the wall. He began to take in ragged breaths as the fresh air filling his lungs stung.
Once his eyes adjusted to the dark in the room he screamed. There, sitting on his bed and bleeding profusely from his head, was his uncle. The man grimaced as he tried getting off the bed, his balance completely gone. 'Come here you little monster!' his uncle yelled at him, lunging the best he could. The little boy screamed once more and ran out of the room.
He began crying. How could his uncle do this to him? He thought he loved him. As he reached the stairs a hand caught him by the hair and began to drag him back towards the room. The child screamed in agony and he tried his hardest to get out of the man's hold. 'Why?' he screamed at his uncle.
'It's simple, I hate you.'
The child was stunned, 'Why?'
You killed my most precious sister and I think it is about time to send you back to the part of the underworld you came from.'
The boy went into a state of shock. This man had tricked him, told him he loved him, took care of him. He was the only family the little boy really knew. But yet here he was trying to hurt him. He didn't mean to kill his mother. If he could change what happened he would, but he was just a little boy.
As they made it back into his bedroom the man then closed and locked the door preventing any further escape attempts. As he lunged pinning the child to the floor he brought his hand around the little neck.
As his air disappeared once again the child closed his eyes and accepted his fate. After all, he was a monster and monsters needed to be taken away. The child smiled softly, maybe now his mom could come back and make everyone happy again.
Not knowing what the smiling meant, the man got even more enraged, he picked the boy up by his collar and threw him back onto the bed. He was growing frustrated that the child didn't seem afraid anymore. As he made his way back on top of him something had shifted in the man, he no longer just wanted the child gone he wanted him to suffer. He began to forcefully undress-"
"Stop!"
"Okay."
"You can't tell me that poor little boy had something that horrible to him. No this is too messed up."
"I am sorry to tell you, but it is so."
"I hope that man gets quartered alive."
"You are getting ahead of the story Just_A_Person. Would you like me to continue?"
"Yes, but can you not give any details of that act? If I have to envision it I will probably never be able to get it out of my mind. That poor baby."
"Well, I am going to stop for tonight. I know this story is hard to hear. The next part only gets worse."
"No, continue, if it just gets worse than the child deserves his story to be heard."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Okay. So as the man was doing the horrendous act, the little boy began to freak out. Even he, in his messed up mind, knew that this would not right any of the wrongs he'd done. He began to reach for anything that could save him. One of his little hands found a shard of the ceramic lamp, acting on pure instinct he wrapped his hand around it and began hitting his uncle with the pointed side. His uncle began to struggle against him, trying to get the shard out of his grasp. The little boy just continued to hit him as many times as he could.
Then the Earth stood still. The man above him coughed up an insane amount of a warm liquid on the child's face. A liquid that the child quickly understood was blood and he began to feel soaked in the sticky substance. The man collapsed onto him, no longer moving. The child struggled but was too weak to get out from under him."
"What happened to the child?"
"The pair weren't found until the next afternoon after the child wasn't in school and no one could get a hold of the uncle. They were still in the same position as they were that night. The little boy was found half dead, clutching the teddy bear."
"Does the little boy survive?"
"Yes."
Sasuke released a sigh of relief. Then he held it building up the courage to say what he needed to.
"ScaledSands?"
"Yes?"
"Thank you for helping me."
"It has been no problem Just_A_Person."
"And ScaledSands?"
"I am still listening Just_A_Person."
"I'm sorry that happened to you. You shouldn't have had to live through that."
Silence. The other end was so quiet, the raven could hear his neighbors walking up the stairs down the hall.
"How did you know?"
"I told you I'm not stupid.
"That you did."
"We aren't done yet with that little boy's story are we?"
"No."
"Well, we'll continue it another night. For now, go drink some tea and then get some rest."
"That is what I am supposed to say."
"I know, but for tonight we both need it. Okay?"
"Alright, as long as you do it."
"I will if you will."
Sasuke negotiated.
"Okay. Goodnight Just_A_Person."
"Goodnight ScaledSands."
The line disconnected.
As Sasuke poured his tea he couldn't get the other man's story out of his head. How did someone go through something like that and come out a functioning, and caring adult? He didn't know but that's exactly what had happened. He felt so lucky to know a part of the man's past. That man was beautiful and it meant the world to him he shared that. Yes, he had disguised it as fiction, but with aspects that horrible, it could only have come from the real world. Now he felt guilty for not sharing about his brother. He couldn't though, he still didn't even know what actually happened. Maybe when he did he'd share it. The other man deserved that much. Maybe.
A/N: I'm back! Are you all okay? If you had to skip here's the gist of the part you missed, Yashamaru was a massive cunt, but he's dead now. Sasuke put two and two together and figured out ScaledSands was talking about his childhood. Sasuke really appreciates everything the other man does for him and contemplates telling him about his brother.
Boom! That's Chapter 6. I swear chapter 7 is a beautiful chapter that's going to be one happy point of this entire story, so buckle up my dears! It also is probably going to take me three centuries to finish because I've hit a sad spot and writing happy while I'm sad doesn't work well.
A special thanks to TheDeadTellTales you inspired me to begin this story and now I'm so very thankful.