Soul Bind

Author's comments: This story is my first attempt at an actual completed fanfiction story that will go for an estimated 2-3 chapters. The format is set so that the paragraphs alternate the characters and the symbols "//" mean the thoughts of Sasuke at the beginning of a chapter, his reflections on the events. I request that if you read this please submit a review, I will only continue to write if I receive response and demand from readers

Disclaimer: None of the characters featured in this story are my own making, and are personal adaptions based on how I personal would like to portray the characters in this given situation. Reviews complaining about OOC contexts will be deleted because this is a FAN FICTION not a script for the series


//All I did was leave a window open, let the night breeze in to air out my room. Allow myself to feel that through that tiny square I had a choice, a choice to escape the harsh reality I was living in.. Maybe if I was ok with my life and accepted it totally I wouldn't have opened that window, maybe if I was strong enough I wouldn't need to be thinking these thoughts laying here naked on the floor staring through that glassy window that proves beyond all doubt what I am..//

Walking into the rather lifeless room that had housed his life alne for so many years, Sasuke wiped the sweat from his brow ignoring the fact that his shirt was half ripped, half of his chest was showing and his shorts were rather dirty with blotches where it looked as if kicks had connected with him. His navy blue hair was rather mussed as well, it fell over his dark eyes threatening his view, insisting that it needed attending to though Sasuke would rather ignore it for a little longer. As if trying to deny it's request Sasuke pressed his fingertips through his hair forcing it out of his face as he walked towards the window noting how hot the room was tonight, a lazy summer that made the house like an inferno and in his current state it just made him feel even more uncomfortable under the cloths he was wearing. So why waste electricity on an air conditioner? Pressing his finger tips to the searing glass he opened the window up feeling a warm summer breeze tickle his chest working it's way through his shirt. It had seemed like he'd made the right decision, satisfied with the breeze he moved towards the only other door within the room, besides the door he came in, and he placed his hand upon the rather warm metallic knob turning it to open the door slowly

It'd been.. How many years now since he'd walked these streets? He could remember everything so clearly within his twisted mind, see his relatives waving at him from their houses and telling him to study hard as he went to school with such determination to be the best, accept his motives weren't for his clan but himselfas an individual.. Such days seemed like nothing but a dream now as the ghost town before him challenged his eyes as if to say 'This is what you did to me' and nothing but a smirk graced his lips, no emotion save pride. The fact that one man could have the power to do this to a whole extended family of skilled shinobi was proof of his skill. As the light from the only living house threatened to reveal his shadowed body, it showed that this man was wearing a rather long black cloak with white-lined red clouds on the material, upon his forhead a metallic symbol collected the light and glimmered with it's life revealing a gouge through the leaf village symbol. As if being shaken out of his trance, a young man at the window he stepped back into the cover of the shadows and watched the avenger he had left behind, letting his eyes trail over the toned body the one who would never defeat him, who's hate was not enough to match his own and an idea came to mind at the sight of that rather carefree expression on the young males sight. As the boy left the window, the betrayer left the shadows walking towards the light, his blazing red orbs becoming apparent with their sharringan haze

Closing the bathroom door behind him, Sasuke took what was left of his shirt off and tossed it into the hamper to the left along with his dirty shorts and underwear. He felt alot lighter now not held down by the weight of sweaty cloths, the bathroom it's self made him look even dirtier in comparison. It was a medium sized white-tiled room with a glass shower a few steps from the door, a bathtub to the right and a toilet, sink and space for a hamper on the left. The towel rack was located beside the door and it still had a clean white towel resting there from when he'd folded it over the rack this morning before he left, Sasuke had learned to organise things since he was living alone now.. No he wouldn't go back to that crap about being lonely, pulling out the glass door to the shower he stepped inside turning on the water holding his hand in it waiting until it was the right temperature. On the floor their were dirty footprints where he had walked, his body was covered in dirt and dust too but ofcourse this was normal from a day of training. Stepping under the water he felt it flow through his hair and over his body closing the glass door behind him, his body felt instantly refreshed like it was being held in the grasp of something so warm he'd never want to leave

Jumping up over the roof tiles, his face was rather blank but his blood was boiling, this was just like it was years ago, under the cover of darkness he crept into their houses and slaughtered them mercilessly.. He'd show no mercy to Sasuke, not after how weak he had proven to be. He had to force Sasuke to become the avenger, to be worthy of the title Itachi had allowed him to have. He did not spare the boys life to have him turn out to be a weakling.. So Itachi would use force and help him along the way to hating him enough to do ANYTHING to kill the murderer of his clan. Stepping through the window he leaned back sliding himself in which was rather annoying while wearing his cloak, touching his feet down he looked around the room. No Sasuke, just the sound of the shower and the gentle breeze blowing the ruthless murderer's hair over his eyes. Ties at the back you'd think it would behave but there were always those few renegade strands that refused to obey. Walking towards the bath room Itachi discarded his cloak and smirked to himself gripping the bottom of his black shirt within his fingers stripping it off.. Yes, scare tactics would force the little Uchiha to do as Itachi said and become stronger

Pressing his forhead against the cold tiles, Sasuke could feel the contrast as the gentle warmth washed over his body while the threatening cold jolted through his head as if it were death it's self with it's icy hands reaching out to grasp at his mind trying to force him to join the rest of his clan. Standing up straight now, Sasuke reached over for the soap and grasped it in his hands rubbing to lather them up with suds before running his hands over his toned chest, his stomach, his legs and his arms watching all of the dirt going down the drain leaving his body, allowing him to be purified.. Accept no matter how much he washed himself he still felt dirty, he could still feel the sticky-warm blood of his parents on his hands when he'd shaken them desperate to wake them up from their eternal slumber.. His navy blue hair stuck to his head looking even darker than before as the water claimed it, and rubbing his soaped hands through his hair he let the soap lather at the strands before sinking into that mask of warmth with his eyes close feeling it's gentle caress rush over his body

Freeing himself of his black pants, Itachi stood straight up reaching back to his tied hair pulling out the material tie slowly. The warm summer breeze caressed his near naked body almost licking over his ghostly white toned chest and following the ripples of his muscles making him shiver gently at the sensation. He felt excited, like he was going for the kill again, like he was pumping himself up for a major fight. His raven hair fell over his face one strand after another as he finally got the tie out of his hair, it was clearly below his shoulders, even halfway down his back and it lashed at his face softly with the breeze circulating. His body was rather strong looking but he was thin, a medium muscular build though he seemed to have more strength than his body let on. Hooking his thumbs under his boxer shorts he pulled them down revealing the caged half erect member that looked rather large even though it wasn't at it's peek. Standing infront of the white door he touched one hand to the metal handle as the other moved over his velvet skin of his navel to choke at his awakening cock as if the thought of what was to come behind this door was arousing him so much he couldn't help himself. Smirking slightly he released the quivering erection from his hand ignoring the way his body protested and he turned the knob slowly, opening the door inch by inch

The sound of the door opening was drowned out by the curtain of liquid warmth caressing Sasuke's naked form, paying attention to the temperature of the water, he wondered how long it would last this time. The water system seemed to fluctuate depending on the temperature outside for some odd reason, like the heater for the hot water was broken or only half working. If he closed his eyes he could almost imagine fiery dragons licking over his skin when the water was really hot, a welcome distraction from his other problems in life, like his inability to kill his clan's murderer. He swore to himself he would train harder than that bastard ever trained and get so strong that he'd overpower him completely.. And yet he knew he was no match for that... demon.. No human could kill their own clan like that, could hold his quivering little brother in his arms and tell him to kill him one day, to be the clan's avenger.. Was this a game? What the fuck had Itachi been thinking? Pressing his hands over the white tiles he promised himself one day he'd do it.. He'd kill Itachi for sure and maybe if he bather in that killers blood he'd finally feel cleansed

Stepping in quietly he closed the door behind him and watched the distorted haze within the steamy glass moving and shifting under the flow of the water. How could Itachi be satisfied with not even a proper view? He wasn't even satisfied when he'd held that body against the wall forcing his own body hard against Sasuke's when they'd been re-united for the first time in so many years. Sasuke's attacks were so useless and his resistance would be useless now, there was nothing that Sasuke could possibly do to stop Itachi from doing whatever he wanted with him. He could almost taste that tanned skin on his lips, feel his cock pressing at that silk skin forcing Sasuke to feel the uncomfortable pressure and weight of it. He was ready to take everything the boy had left in order to satisfy himself. He'd taken his parents and extended family, his pride and yet it still wasn't enough, Sasuke was so weak. Opening the glass door he stepped in ignoring the terrified eyes that met his and he forced Sasuke's soaked body against the cold tiled wall Pressing his erection at Sasuke's back as if threatening him as the water flowed over his hair making it stick to Sasuke's neck as Itachi bent down to breath into Sasuke's ear with such lustful heated pants of excitement "Are you strong enough to stop me now that more than just your life is on the line? Or are you still the weak little bitch you always were?"

Feeling a cold breeze enter the shower Sasuke turned to see if the door had come open by accident and his eyes flashed with surprise and fear as his eyes locked onto those red demon-like orbs housing the sharingan. Before he could say anything his body was forced against the cold, wet tiles and he could feel hard flesh jamming into his back.. Fuck.. What was going on? One second he was taking a shower and now this? He struggled to get free terrified of what Itachi would do to him, flailing like a helpless girl as he realised what it was jamming into his back.. SHIT! How the hell could Itachi even think about raping Sasuke? His own brother.. How could this be happening? "FUCK! LET GO!!" Sasuke struggled harder only feeling the hard stick of flesh at his back growing even harder, as if he squirming excited Itachi.. He didn't know what to do, he felt so trapped, there was nowhere to run, the only way out was the door behind Itachi or straight up, neither options were ones he could currently use.. The cold tiles chilled his body as did Itachi's skin, it felt as cold as a dead mans and un-natural against Sasuke's flesh. He felt sick and disgusted and horrified all at the same time but instead of a reply, Itachi forced him harder against the wall seeming to crush his body causing him to whimper in pain. He was really fucked this time

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~Enchanter~