A Scrap of Humanity

Scrap of Humanity


Part XI


To trust him

Itachi POV


It was really interesting to see Konoha come after Naruto. At

first I’d thought that all those shriveled idiots would be pleased

that Naruto was someone else’s problem. That if Kyuubi’s seal broke

that some other village would have to deal with it. But it seemed

that with Tsunade in control, and Naruto’s undeniable charisma, that

Konoha was not so quick to wipe their hands of him. I just wondered

how long that would last. Would after the findings of Sasuke and

Kakashi, they deem the case not worth the effort? I could only hope.

I just needed to focus now on keeping Naruto safe from Akatsuki. I

had hoped that through my teachings that secretly the Kyuubi would

merge with Naruto and that should he fall into their hands, that they

would not be able to extract the fox, even should he die. Sad to say,

I needed Konoha to forget about Naruto for a while. This would help

cement my plans and allow me to more aptly protect and train him.

I was pretty sure that Naruto was aware that people were searching

for him. Despite not asking, he just seemed to know. Naruto asked me

from time to time where we were going, but never once questioned the

why of it. Because of the newer developments of Konoha sending people

who knew Naruto, everything now had to be done in disguise. Fake

traveling id’s, new and unassuming looking appearances, fake

histories, and fake names. I knew it would hurt Naruto to not be able

to use the name he was so proud of, but he understood the reason why.

Never was he allowed to mention anything of Konoha or our past, even

alone. The only thing I allowed him, was the use of our real names in

complete and utter privacy.


Privacy. Those were the few most peaceful and treasured times I had.

Time where we could just be Naruto and Itachi. No faking, no

unfamiliarity, nothing but us. In these moments I felt even more

myself than before the clan massacre. Naruto needed no explanations

and he didn’t idolize me. I wasn’t on a pedestal. I was simply Itachi

to him. And I loved it. All the time before Naruto has become some

twisted memory that I sometimes wished I could forget. That meant

forgetting the happy times too. The times of calm with Sasuke. The

sense of accomplishment when I rose above the rest. But all those

things were tainted with all the knowledge I gained from the clan.

Even our sweet mother had been in on the corruption. Albeit, not as

involved, but she still had her hand in it. I was glad for one thing.

How deluded I became. If that had not happened, I would not have

happened upon Naruto. I would not have tried to use the power of the

fox, only to be saved and unconditionally loved by its container.


Yes I had a lot to be thankful for. I watch Naruto go about his

routine to get ready for bed, pacing and counting the steps as he

brushed his teeth. I knew the mannerisms by heart and I found that it

made me happy. Soon he’d be done, and go stretch before bed and I was

the sole witness to this show. Mundane as it was, I felt privileged.

More than ever before. His eyes light up as he catches me watching

him. I smile letting him know I was aware he caught me.


“Ne...Itachi, It’s going to rain soon. Our trip might be

pushed back a few days.” He sniffs the air lightly. “It’s a big one.

Probably will last at least a day or more.”




Even knowing what is there, training him myself, I am still

impressed at the quickness with which he has begun to master the

merger. His senses have become heightened, which has allowed me to

conserve some chakra. The strain of using sharingan has been giving

me migraines lately and so I welcome the use of Kyuubi’s senses.

Naruto is proud too. I can see it in how he grins to himself

obviously pleased. I remember when I first started training him he

was very off put by it. He couldn’t stand the constant buzz of

things. He had a hard time focusing and tuning out the rest of the

“white noise” that his elevated senses could pick up. He’s come a

long way from that. It’s natural now. As if it’s always been there in

use. There’s no fighting to control it, and no over stress from

focusing. I’m so proud of him.



“Hey, are you alright? Your eyes are unfocused.” I’m not

looking at him but I can feel his worried stare. “You’ve been using

it too much lately haven’t you?”



“It’s nothing. I’ve been using it since I received it. Now

with you mastering your skills, I can take a break from time to

time.” I focus on him. “You don’t need to worry about me. Ok?”




He sighs obviously a little bit annoyed, but settles into his

bed. I have the feeling he’s more upset that he’s letting on. His

back is to me and I can feel the tension rolling of him. I know he

hates it when I tell him not to worry. Just like I know telling him

won’t make him stop. Eventually he’ll calm and sleep. That’s what I

want. He needs to rest.




“You’ve told me a lot of lies Itachi.”




“I have.” It surprises me to hear him say anything, but I

answered affirmatively.



“Why?” He turns to face me.

“I’m selfish. I haven’t always been looking out for the good

of others.” I sigh memories of Sasuke being brought to the surface.

“I lied about Sasuke because I’m selfish and worried.” I might as

well tell him the whole truth about it since I’m sure he already

knows something. “Sasuke and I were very close as siblings. He looked

up to me and hated me all the same. It’s conditioning of our clan.

I’m sure you know about the secret of Sharigan. Even so, our clan

allowed and even secretly supported such a technique. Yes I killed

Shisui, but he had attempted to kill me first. I knew he would too.”

I sighed again thinking about more painful memories. “When I became

an ANBU I learned so much more about my clan that I wasn’t aware of.

I became sick with hatred for my own blood. Everything was so

corrupt. I distanced myself from everything even Sasuke so that I

could start to implement my plan. That’s when you met me.” I smile at

him. At first admittedly, I saw you as a trump card. If I conditioned

things just right My plan would work.”




“Were you lying about wanting to protect Sasuke?”



“No. Before when I was coming to you, it was to get him

interested in you so that you could be used to completely eradicate

what was left of the Uchiha, minus him. Sasuke to that point was the

youngest and only Uchiha that didn’t know about the technique. Mostly

that was because our father ignored him and saw him as excess

baggage. I had briefly thought of killing him too just to be safe,

but thought better of it. Thinking why should I kill the only one

innocent of the Uchiha crimes.” I could feel a headache coming on.

“But you, like you always do, threw a wrench in my plan. I fell in

love with you. Wanted to keep you for myself. Now my only wish is to

protect you.”




“And Sasuke?”




“He’ll come after you for sure. His attention is now focused

on you. Not quite how I wanted, but it works for now. Keeps his mind

off the Uchiha conquest.” I sighed. “I am sorry I lied to you. In

hindsight there were probably much more effective ways to go about my

plan that what I’ve done. I guess I just want freedom.”


----------Naruto POV

He was quiet after that. I’m sure signaling that he didn’t

feel like talking about his clan anymore. I was worried. Itachi had

been mostly a closed book to me, but him opening up scared me. It

made me think that he was waiting to die. “Freedom”. That word scared

me most. Sure I was upset about being lied to, but I wasn’t ready to

lose Itachi either. Selfishly I had dreams about bringing him home.

Changing the heart of Konoha and incidentally Sasuke, and having him

by my side. Obviously such grandeur dreams were unlikely, but the

thought of them was nice.

I knew we were stuck. Itachi had been training me in little ways. I

was sure it was because he expected a fight soon. On the outside we

looked innocent enough, but I knew he’d been training my mind to deal

with death. With the fox in my head now killing didn’t seem so

sinful. That thought made me uncomfortable, but I knew eventually I’d

be subject to it. Whether it be through my own hands or his I knew

I’d have to be prepared for it.




I closed my eyes. His talk hadn’t calmed my worries any. I

knew I wouldn’t be getting any restful sleep...





I don’t remember falling asleep or what I dreamed about. All

I knew is that I had a rude awakening to the sound of a very loud

thunder clap. Even now, after all this time, thunder still had a

small startling effect on me. I jolted up in response. My first

instinct was to look for Itachi. He was sitting against the window

seemingly in a trance from the storm. I could sense his fatigue. No

doubt he’d stayed up all night watching me.




“Go to sleep. I’m tired of you taking it all on yourself. Let

me protect you for once.”





He turns to me, but his eyes don’t meet mine. There’s no

trace of red in them though. Just the soft coal color that comes up

when he’s too tired. He looks like he’s thinking about something

troubling. I feel worry seeping in.



“We have short lives Naruto.”


His statement catches me off guard. Thoughts of the night

before creep into the back of my mind.




“I grow weary of waiting. If I do so any longer, I won’t be

able to see you.”


“What are you talking about? I’m staying with you. I won’t

leave.”



A soft smile comes to his lips as he stares at the floor.

“Will you let me give you myself? Will you take in all that I am?”



His eyes raise up to me. He’s looking at me, but yet not

quite. Then I notice it. Instantly I understand. Quickly I go to him.

I don’t want to make him wait any longer. My heart burns wildly. I’ve

been anticipating the moment for what feels like ages. I want him so

much. I want everything he has to offer me.




His hand slides up my back as he holds me close. I wrap my

arms around the back of his head hugging him close to my hip. I can

feel his desperation now and wonder how long he’s been holding this

thought in. His fingers dig into my back as if he’s afraid to lose

me.



“I’ve been waiting for this.”





He rises to stand with me. I let my arms fall to his chest. I

look up as he leans down to rest his forehead on mine. His breath was

warm against my lips. I could feel him whispering against my mouth,

feeling his words more than hearing them. Then came his kisses. Soft

at first then progressively getting more demanding. I wanted all of

it. Each kiss felt like a small pour of his soul into me. I’d never

felt such open abandon from him. These were not the seducing kisses

he’d given me before. These felt like the last time it would ever

happen. I kissed him back with fervor. I wanted this to last. He

breaks away to breathe. He stares at me intently making me shiver

under the rawness of it all.




“Let me see it all. Let me bask in your glory Naruto.” He

says breathily.




I allow him all that he desires. Slowly he strips me of my

sleeping clothes. It’s as if he’s savouring each moment and

committing it all to memory. His gaze is so tangible. I can feel his

eyes taking in every inch of me that is revealed. My body is fevered

with yearning for him. The coolness of his palms only alleviated the

heat for a moment. My nerves were jumping at every touch. I was

impatient for him to continue, but I held it in wanting him to enjoy

every moment to the fullest. When I had been completely divested of

my clothing he took a step back.




“I want to remember every waking moment of this.”




I watched in rapt fascination as his lounge pants slid to the

floor, followed by his shorts. Of course I’d seen his body before,

but never on display for me. It had always been sneaking a look

during baths or when he changed. Itachi had a wonderful body. I loved

it all right from his manicured and painted nails to the small konoha

brand that marked him as ANBU, his scars inflicted from years of

training, and all the way to his deceptively blank expression. His

eyes told it all to me as I stared. He was letting down the walls now

and trusting me. He reached his hand out to me and I took it letting

myself be pulled against him again. I reveled in the feel of our skin

touching with every move and kiss.




We parted and he led me over the the bed. I sat down on the

edge beckoning him to do so as well. He smiled at me and shook his

head while kneeling in front of me. Slowly he lifted my leg up and

brought his lips to my ankle. The kiss was soft and tickled at first,

but then his tongue flicked out over the bone and a spark of pleasure

ran through me. He repeated the action gingerly causing wanton sounds

to come from me. When he was done with the left ankle he switched to

the right. His treatment ensured that no part was neglected. I hadn’t

known how sensitive my ankles were, but here he had me nearly crying

for more. His lips were soft and made tiny shivers wrack my body. His

treatment slowly began moving upwards. I leaned back and moaned

loudly as he bit at the back of my knees.




He was so thorough in everything. By the time he had made it

to my inner thighs I was just barely supporting myself on my arms. I

wanted to fall back and just moan as he tempted me with his actions,

but I wanted so badly to watch. Frustratingly enough though, he

passed over my obvious arousal to delve a lick into my navel. It

startled me, but oddly felt kind of good. He didn’t stay there long

though. Kisses trailed up my stomach until he stopped to lave at my

neck. Suddenly I could feel the hot chakra of kyuubi spreading

throughout my body. It was as if the bites and licks to my neck had

set something free in me.


“ ‘tachi...”



He stopped what he was doing and looked down at me. Our eyes

met and then I could see all the lust pent up inside his eyes. I

surged forward wanting to feel his lips on mine. I couldn’t wait any

more. These kisses were hot and passionate. He completely dominated

me with his tongue. All I could do was try to suck on the tip of it

as it swirled around my own.




My hips rose of their own volition. I hissed as the movement

caused me graze his thigh. When he’d maneuvered our bodies, I didn’t

know. All I knew was that I wanted more of that contact and pressed

harder against him. Any thoughts I might have had were brushed aside

as he kissed me. He noticed my actions and pressed down against it

allowing me more friction and more pleasure. It wasn’t enough though.

I needed more. Suddenly he moved away. I was about to sit up in

question when I felt his tongue on me again. I squirmed unused to the

sensation of it probing me there. It felt oddly good. Added to the

was the sensation of his thumb pressing lightly on the area beneath

my scrotum. It felt like he was pleasuring me from the inside. The

pressure boasted of things to come and I couldn’t wait.



“Please....” I keened while shifting away from his mouth.




“As you wish.”



He moved and pulled me up as well. I watched him walk into

the small bathroom admiring the way his hips swayed. He returned

shortly with a bottle of tea oil and beckoned me over. He dipped his

fingers liberally in it and smoothed it around. I watched eagerly,

knowing what this entailed. His fingers trailed down my back leaving

a cool trail and shivers in their wake. I spread my legs a little

allowing access to him. At first it was uncomfortable. I tried to

relax and flex my muscles a little. His fingers passed the first ring

of muscle with not much problem, but I had to take a deep breath to

let them in further. I wasn’t sure how I liked the small ‘stuffed’

feeling. He was being so slow and careful not to hurt. When he

crooked his fingers though, I knew I like it. Sparks flew through me

as he continued to stroke that one spot.



“Are you ready?” He whispered while withdrawing his fingers

completely. I nodded.



He led me back to the bed and laid down on his back. I

watched transfixed as he prepared his erection with the oil. I waited

until he beckoned me over. I had an idea of what he wanted. I slid

over his body, my legs hugging his hips. His left hand rested on my

hip guiding me down over his own arousal. I winced as the head pushed

in. The stretching was painful and I almost wanted to pull off, but

he was there urging me to relax. His right hand slid over my shaft

sliding the foreskin back and causing me to hiss in pleasure. His

left hand moved to the small of my back pushing on it lightly.




“Arch your back.”




I did as I was told and suddenly found the angle to be a bit

more enjoyable. I felt wanton despite the pain and slid my own hands

to spread myself wider. I choked back a cry as I pushed myself

downwards curving my hips in to take him in fully. He filled me to

the brim it seemed and for a few moments I couldn’t move. I breathed

deeply flexing my muscles again and actually feeling him twitch

within me. His hand trailed back down and stroked the cleft right

above our coupling. I moaned at the tickling sensation. I felt his

nail draw right along the edge of my entrance and I jolted in

surprise. The movement I made caused him to thrust right against that

one spot. I gasped wanting it again. slowly I moved again. He

encouraged it giving a shallow thrust of his own. As I awkwardly

moved my hips the discomfort began to ebb and was replaced with an

itching desire to feel as much of him as I could. My hands went to

his chest pushing him down as I raised myself up. He slid out to just

where the tip rested within me. I plunged downwards again sheathing

him completely. He let his head fall back and his hand drop to my

thighs.




“Look at me Naruto.”




I hadn’t realized I closed my eyes. Hadn’t realized how deep

and lust-tinged his voice had become. I moaned just hearing it.

Opening my eyes I noticed how flushed he’d become, how his eyes had

darkened, and how his lips were parted just slightly. He looked

incredible. So unguarded. So lustful. And I was happy to say, all

mine. I kept riding my desire out increasing speed and shooting him

looks that let him know how good I felt. His sounds of approval were

quiet, but the short gasps and heavy breathing drove me wild. His

hands came to my hips urging me to go faster. I loved the control he

was giving me. I arched up grinding against him harder. I could feel

something building. I was close to finishing and I knew it. I leaned

over him going straight for his shoulder to hold in my loud moans.

He took over then thrusting up hard and fast into me. His hips

pistoning in and out, hitting all the right places made me bite down.

All at once the pleasure became too much and my vision whiten out. I

could still feel his thrusting as I rode out my orgasm. Just as I was

falling off the end of my peak I felt him fill me. His movements

slowed as his own completion died off.




I collapsed over him feeling momentarily boneless. He turned

his head so he could whisper against my ear.

“I wanted to see you before my world became permanently tinged with

red.”





I felt tears at his confession, but refused to acknowledge it

in favor of just basking in this moment.


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A/N: Merry late christmas all those of you who still follow me. I

know it’s been so long so please forgive me. I have not dropped this

or marked. I also have some new ideas bouncing around. I really hope

you guys enjoyed this chapter. I feel a little rusty since I haven’t

written a romance scene in a while. Thanks for all your support.