Fish Food

I don't own the naruto veres, I manipulate it's threads like the gods of fate, for my own amusement.

Itachi petted Naruto’s hair as the boy lay still, head pillowed in the older shinobi’s lap. “No.” Itachi and Kisame were arguing again, talking over him like he couldn’t understand them. “Get rid of the brat.” Kisame snarled, “We were supposed to take him back over a year ago.” Had it really been so little time? Naruto had stopped counting the days long ago, but it seemed like he had been with the pair for his whole life now. Had there been anything before them? He couldn’t remember. Sometimes he got flashes in his mind, pink hair that smelled like flowers, cruel charcoal eyes that held a secret ache, a shy, sweet smile and a voice that stuttered his name, but then his head would start to hurt and he would forget again. “No.” That was all Itachi would ever say when Kisame started this fight, as he did almost daily now. Kisame’s soulless black eyes narrowed at the boy, almost seventeen now and all lanky limbs curled into Itachi’s lap. The taller man trembled with impotent rage before he stormed out, slamming the door behind him. Itachi breathed an almost imperceptible sigh of relief and relaxed. Naruto’s head nudged his hand. He had stopped, why did he stop? He felt Itachi shift as he looked down on the boy, the he stood abruptly. A very confused Naruto tumbled to the floor. He was being nice before. What did he do wrong?
Itachi was looking out the window, watching as rain fell. Kisame crossed the muddy street below them, pausing to look up and flick a finger at Itachi. The Uchiha’s eyebrow raised but he made no other indication that he had seen it. He stared up at the sky. Where had he gone wrong? It had been fun at first, subjugating a boy, no he corrected himself, a shinobi, that he knew could have bested him. It was a thrill to have the boy at his mercy. In the beginning they had kept him drugged and rapped him countless times, fully intending on turning him over to the Akatsuki when they were done with him and not before. It was months before his spirit broke, and his mind quickly followed. He remembered nothing. It was in that moment, when Naruto broke, that Itachi saw in him something he had lost. And that was when everything had gone terribly awry. He refused to let Kisame have him any longer, to the point of slamming the older man into a wall, not once but nearly a dozen consecutive times, when he had found him trying to violate Naruto. He had gathered the trembling gennin into his arms and held him there until he had stopped crying. He didn’t realize it at the time, but it wasn’t Naruto he held that night, it was himself. He was doing for Naruto what no one had done for him. Naruto’s hand touched his shoulder. He turned slowly. The boy was nearly as tall as him now, sunny hair reaching almost to his shoulders. He brushed it aside, placing a hand on Naruto’s cheek. He loomed closer, breath ghosting against his ear as Itachi whispered, “Change for me…” He always felt this way after an argument, especially if it involved Naruto or Kisame, doubly so when it involved both. Naruto flinched away, “Don’t put it in.” The boy’s voice was timider than when they had first taken him, less sure. Itachi pressed his lips against Naruto’s neck mumbling, “I promise…” Naruto nodded. He stepped back and went through the symbols, barely whispering the words. Then in a cloud of quickly dissipating smoke it wasn’t Naruto anymore. Well, in a way it was still him, if Naruto had been born with two x chromosomes instead of a y.
Itachi pressed her against the wall, simply staring into her eyes. “Stop.” She looked away, blue orbs flicking aside. His fists clenched and he stilled himself, he would not loose control. He placed a hand under her chin, tilting her lips to meet his. She was unsure at first, but then she responded to him, trembling hands ghosting along his arms. His blood thrilled. This was better, he thought, better than it could ever have been before. She wanted him, needed him. Naruto knew nothing else of the world but Itachi and Kisame. And Kisame wouldn’t have him. Itachi pressed against her harder, sliding his tongue past her lips. All at once he lifted Naruto in his arms and dumped him unceremoniously on the bed. His hands found the clasp of his pants, releasing it with practiced ease. He stepped out of the shed garment to stand before the bed. “You…you promised.” Naruto trembled. Itachi leaned over the edge, pinning her with an arm on either side, “I lied.”
Itachi pressed against her, lips feeding hungrily at hers as one hand crept slowly down to brush between her thighs. Naruto gasped as Itachi’s finger slid into her. Itachi leaned closer in, positioning himself just so over her. Naruto changed back abruptly, startling the older Akatsuki ninja. Itachi looked down at the pouting blonde. “You promised,” Naruto moped. Itachi sighed and rolled off of the boy, propping his head up on his hands, “I know.” Naruto sat up to face him, “When are you going to bring me that thing you promised?” Itachi turned and looked at Naruto, “What?” Naruto pouted, “You said there was a surprise coming. You said it would be here soon. That was like a week ago. When are you going to bring it?” Oh. Itachi smiled darkly, eyes closing as he let himself doze, “Soon.”
Naruto couldn’t remember his past, or anyone from his village, but they had not forgotten him. A month or so ago a group of AnBu had picked up their trail. They had evaded them so far, but they were catching up. Itachi had caught a glimpse of them as they set up camp earlier that week. One among them was the girl that had been with Naruto when he first captured him. Unless he was dearly mistaken she had been confessing her feelings to him then. How tragic it must be then, he smirked, that she would suffer his same fate.