How It Began
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult +
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5
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How It Began
“Itachi! Itachi!” the voice was faint yet somehow familiar, even comforting. “Itachi!” The sound grew louder and less comforting.
“Itachi get up!” Itachi opened his eyes only to be disappointed by who stood before him. Madara, That cursed man!
“We need to move out now.” It was dark and hard to distinguish one form from the next, but for Itachi, it didn’t matter. He lost his most loved person. It didn’t matter whom he was with or what he was doing. Itachi slowly rose, feeling the full weight of what he had done for the first time. His entire clan was gone, his brother, his love, was gone, and he could no longer return to his home.
He suddenly felt wet warmth roll off his face. He noticed Madara looking back at him then approaching.
“Stop crying right now. You are an Uchiha, damnit!” Madara’s words were as cold and emotionless as the slaughter Itachi had just committed.
“Stop it you hear?!” The other men turned now to gawk at the site. Itachi only poured more water. The men started whispering. More, only more is what Itachi felt.
“Shit! Look at that pussy! He is so gonna get fucked up by Madara.”
“It is what it is.”
“….”
“You worthless excuse for an Uchiha!” Madara swung back his hand and slapped Itachi. The sting is what stopped his crying. He stopped feeling anything. The next thing he knew he was tackling Madara to the ground and beating him. One hard fist-to-face contact after the next.
“Hahaha!” Madara chuckled as he spat out blood and wiped his mouth. “So this is how it will be huh? - Kisame! Pain! Hidan! Leave us.” All the men left almost as quickly as the sentence was muttered.
“You want a piece of me, little boy?” Madara disappeared from before Itachi and reappeared behind him.
He gently whispered into Itachi’s ear, “Would you like to play a game? Hehehe haha!” The evil laugh faded and struck Itachi dumb. Suddenly, Madara hit Itachi in the back of the head. Itachi could feel his heart beat where he was hit. After a moment he fell face first into the ground. Dirt crept into his mouth.
Another whisper came, “It’s a shame I had to desecrate such a beautiful face. Heh heh heh.” The voice seemed to circle around and around him. He forcefully lifted up Itachi’s head and gently kissed him on the lips almost teasing him.
“I will teach you how to obey your elders.” A wave of nausea came over Itachi. He had kissed many people before, but never one that he hated as much as Madara. The fury build up and then faded once again to despair. His face felt the wet warmth of tears that he is growing all too accustomed to.
“HA HA HA!” Madara disappeared again. Itachi was sick of this, sick of all the pain, sick of the games.
Itachi slowly stood and prepared for Madara. “Why can’t you just let me DIE?” Madara casually shot down in front of Itachi. Itachi got into a defensive position almost trembling.
“What fun would that be?” Smirking, Madara vanished again.
“Itachi get up!” Itachi opened his eyes only to be disappointed by who stood before him. Madara, That cursed man!
“We need to move out now.” It was dark and hard to distinguish one form from the next, but for Itachi, it didn’t matter. He lost his most loved person. It didn’t matter whom he was with or what he was doing. Itachi slowly rose, feeling the full weight of what he had done for the first time. His entire clan was gone, his brother, his love, was gone, and he could no longer return to his home.
He suddenly felt wet warmth roll off his face. He noticed Madara looking back at him then approaching.
“Stop crying right now. You are an Uchiha, damnit!” Madara’s words were as cold and emotionless as the slaughter Itachi had just committed.
“Stop it you hear?!” The other men turned now to gawk at the site. Itachi only poured more water. The men started whispering. More, only more is what Itachi felt.
“Shit! Look at that pussy! He is so gonna get fucked up by Madara.”
“It is what it is.”
“….”
“You worthless excuse for an Uchiha!” Madara swung back his hand and slapped Itachi. The sting is what stopped his crying. He stopped feeling anything. The next thing he knew he was tackling Madara to the ground and beating him. One hard fist-to-face contact after the next.
“Hahaha!” Madara chuckled as he spat out blood and wiped his mouth. “So this is how it will be huh? - Kisame! Pain! Hidan! Leave us.” All the men left almost as quickly as the sentence was muttered.
“You want a piece of me, little boy?” Madara disappeared from before Itachi and reappeared behind him.
He gently whispered into Itachi’s ear, “Would you like to play a game? Hehehe haha!” The evil laugh faded and struck Itachi dumb. Suddenly, Madara hit Itachi in the back of the head. Itachi could feel his heart beat where he was hit. After a moment he fell face first into the ground. Dirt crept into his mouth.
Another whisper came, “It’s a shame I had to desecrate such a beautiful face. Heh heh heh.” The voice seemed to circle around and around him. He forcefully lifted up Itachi’s head and gently kissed him on the lips almost teasing him.
“I will teach you how to obey your elders.” A wave of nausea came over Itachi. He had kissed many people before, but never one that he hated as much as Madara. The fury build up and then faded once again to despair. His face felt the wet warmth of tears that he is growing all too accustomed to.
“HA HA HA!” Madara disappeared again. Itachi was sick of this, sick of all the pain, sick of the games.
Itachi slowly stood and prepared for Madara. “Why can’t you just let me DIE?” Madara casually shot down in front of Itachi. Itachi got into a defensive position almost trembling.
“What fun would that be?” Smirking, Madara vanished again.