Your Reality or Mine?

Chapter 2

He was thusly assured in as few words as possible, via the constant warm presence of the demon in his head, that he was neither blind, deaf nor dumb. A sensory deprivation jutsu had been placed on him sometime during when he had hit the pavement and when he had woken up.

Suddenly thrust into a blinding white light, Naruto had little time to blink back the pain of his pupils dilating and contracting before he was plunged into a dim, greyish light. He found himself no longer floating but falling through the air and he hit the ground hard enough to drive all air from his lungs. He rolled onto his side and propped himself up on an elbow as he relearned to breathe.

Itachi watched the shinobi with an impassive look on his face, but very few people could see that he was far from apathetic to the scene before him. In fact, out of those very few people, they might have said he looked like he was appreciating the view of the young blond man lying on his floor, clothes that clung to his well muscled form like wet tissue which was drenched in sweat and the cold spring water that he had just tossed on him.

Finally, when the Biju wielder had gained enough of his senses to realize someone was in the room with him, Itachi squatted down until his face was just inches away from the tip of his nose. He stared at him, his facial features reflecting none of the appreciation that he felt as he took in the beautiful, clear blue eyes and the golden blond hair with a touch of white where the sun had bleached it. He kept his eyes from wandering over his water slogged body, but knew what he’d find there if he looked; a finely tuned machine, a beautiful Adonis-like body that looked like a bronze statue breathed to life. He felt himself getting hard at the mere thought of all that summer-warm flesh.
“Uchiha Itachi.” Naruto hissed between clenched, white teeth. The pools of his eyes reflected only a white-hot anger.

Allowing himself a small smirk, Itachi leaned back on his haunches. “Uzumaki Naruto.” He said in a voice that was a low purring baritone. The sound rubbed against Naruto’s spine like warm velvet. His smirk was still on his face and grew minutely as he watched the blond close and open his mouth a dozen times to say something. Knowing that if he just stayed quiet, the young shinobi would most likely blurt out something amusing or stupid and so Itachi waited.

Finally, Naruto blurted, “What the fuck am I doing here?”

“You are more worried about where you are? You should be worried about what I’m going to do to you, more.”

His eyes widened slightly in shock and fear before narrowing into angry slits, “I won’t let you do anything.”

“Would you?” Itachi smirked, “How naïve.” He stood up and crossed his arms over his broad chest, watching the flicker of fear distort the edges of Naruto’s full lipped mouth.

Naruto stood up soon after, his fists balled tightly at his sides as he tried to get his rage under control. The older man watched with detached interest as he ground his teeth so hard he could have swore he heard his jaw creak. That anger excited him almost as much as the fear that ran rampant in charged air between them.

His sharingan kicked in as a pale hand flashed out, grabbing Naruto’s chin and forcing his head closer. Fingers tightened with a strength that told Naruto the man could easily unhinge his jaw. He found himself sucked into that swirling, crimson gaze until he was as numb as if he had been in the sensory deprivation jutsu.

Everything seemed to bask in a crimson glow. It was disorienting to not just his visual senses but every other one too. His body seemed to go haywire in the strange dimension the sharingan had pulled him into. His knees went from beneath him and he fell to the ground as he tried to straighten his tilted sense of reality.

Not a strange dimension, just Itachi’s reality, a voice pointed out caustically.

With a grunt of acknowledgement, Naruto pulled himself onto his feet and stood weaving as he tried to regain his scattered thoughts. A hand brushed along the side of his hip, across his stomach and up his chest to stop on the elfin point of his chin. He followed the tip of that finger which pressed just below his lip, up an arm he was sure was pale but not quite sure from the shade everything seemed to be painted in. That arm was sinewy, not densely muscled like his. The fine placement of his bones bespoke a culmination to a thousand years of aristocratic breeding. His gaze finally rested on a familiar face. He blanched and tried to step away but found his skin seemed to have adhered itself to the tip of Kakashi’s finger.

”Kakashi-sensei!” Not real, the voice told him blandly.

That face shifted into something even more personal and even more familiar, “Iruka!” Stupid boy, you are caught up in the Uchiha’s Sharingan.

Despite the voice of reasoning in his head, Naruto was disinclined to believe him as the bones beneath Iruka’s skin seemed to melt away and reform itself like wax or putty. He clenched his teeth, feeling a surge of hate and anger as he met Sasuke’s derisive stare. “Sasuke-teme!”

Those features melted and reformed themselves again, into a face that held the same features as before but distinct in its own way. He was then reminded of the Kyuubi’s words and Naruto growled, “Stop with the mind-fuck, Itachi.”

An invisible hand seemed to wrap around his body and squeeze him. He gasped, arched back and struggled against the invisible grip. It seemed to intensify before loosening itself just enough to allow Naruto to breathe. “Mind fuck?” Itachi said blankly, rolling the words off his tongue as if they were foreign to him.

Suddenly, that grip on his body changed and it shifted until arms were around him, crushing him against a solid wall that Naruto inherently knew was a chest. He breathed in, unable to resist the euphoria of it. A mouth pressed against his, a tongue dipped forcefully between his lips, smothering the breaths he so desperately sought. A more palpable pleasure washed over his body.

“It could be, if you wanted it to.” Itachi whispered, his mouth stilled pressed against Naruto’s. His teeth caught Naruto’s lip and tugged gently, as if to prompt a response from the stunned blond.

“No.”

Grinning, Itachi hissed around the captured morsel between his teeth, “But what if I want to?”

“You…” He yanked his head away to get his lip back. He sucked on it momentarily before finishing his sentence, “… aren’t making any sense, Itachi. Either do it or don’t. So I know whether or not I have to beat the shit out of you.”

The closest to a human reaction Itachi had was a soft laugh that rained from his kiss bruised lips. It didn’t sound particularly joyous, but rang clear with a dark, deep and ever-present anger as well as a hate that was just as strong. “I’d like to see you try.”

“Would you?” There was a flash of something that couldn’t have possibly existed in the world Itachi had constructed around himself and the Kyuubi wielder. Sharp teeth bit down onto his wrist, jerking it away from Naruto’s face. He stared in shock as the fox’s muzzle tightened minutely and pierced his flesh further. A fist struck him in the jaw making him reel backwards, taking the Kyuubi down with him. He looked up at a furious Naruto as he tried to shake the demon off of his arm. To no avail the Kyuubi’s bite didn’t lessen, but grew until he swore it had crunched through bone and tendon alike. Not one to show pain--- no matter the degree, Itachi pulled a knife from beneath his black cloak and rammed it into the animal’s eye socket. It reared back, writhing and screaming in an eerie, otherworldly voice before disappearing.

It was all the shock he needed for the Sharingan-world to waver and finally disperse like a fog beneath the relentless morning sun. Itachi growled as he realized his illusions had been used against him. His finger touched the flesh he was sure the demon had torn up but found it clean and unblemished. He looked up in time to deflect a flying foot from the blond. With another snarl, he twisted his wrist and caught Naruto’s ankle, sending him sailing across the room and into the sturdy stone wall. His head hit the brick with an audible crack and the breath whooshed out his lungs once more. He slid to the floor, a boneless mass and slumped unconscious like a doll with its strings cut.

**

Furious that he had been taken off guard by both the blond and the demon, Itachi railed at the household staff. It wasn’t a noisy, messy kind of rage that left pottery broken and tapestries in ruin, it was the type of rage that left misshapen servants with slit throats for simply being in the same room as the missing-nin.

The Uchiha sat quietly staring at his hands which were folded neatly in his lap as Kisame entered. Regarding his former partner with unblinking eyes, the shark-man settled himself on a cushion across from Itachi without asking for an invite. He knew the man would refuse him if he had asked, not that he would have really cared but seeing as the ruins of three staff were laying on the floor and bleeding into the tatami mats, he figured he’d just stay quiet until Itachi snapped out of whatever trance he had gotten himself into.

Helping himself to the sake that sat in front of the temperamental Uchiha, Kisame drank until Itachi stood up and left the room. He shrugged, “More sake for me.”

Itachi prowled like a caged panther. He was frustrated and really had no idea as to what he was going to do with the Uzumaki brat. Obviously, the Kitsune had become so much a part of him in the past few years that it would be difficult to tear them apart. Not without damage to the Kyuubi.

He found himself in front of the door that led to the room in which Naruto occupied. He stared at the door, confused and wondering why his feet had brought him to the one place he didn’t want to be. Pulling open the shoji, he glanced inside. The young man was on his side, his hands bound from elbows to hands in a tight leather strap. His legs were bound together as well, at his knees and ankles. There was a black bag over his head just in case he managed to break through the jutsu that had cut off all of his senses.

Itachi wondered what he could do to the young man. He then wondered why it mattered at all. He didn’t really have an idea what he wanted to do with the brat in the first place, much less why he took him. It had been merely a whim that had made Itachi snatch him up off the street, and maybe a lesson against being too idle and too unaware of one’s surroundings. He had always been a stickler for lessons learned.

Yeah, that was the reason why he took the Kyuubi brat to begin with, Itachi decided. It couldn’t have possibly been the fact that Naruto wielded the Kyuubi, although that had been the integral part to his reasons for the last attempt. The Akatsuki had given him a direction in which to point his genius level battle skills, but now that it was gone, Itachi was having a bit of trouble finding someone powerful enough to tell him what to do. Nobody honest wanted to employ a missing-nin, much less a renegade Uchiha. Anyone who was stupid enough to be dishonest didn’t want to have anything to do with one formerly of the Akatsuki since rumours had gotten around about their penchant for insanity… amongst other things.

Itachi wasn’t insane… he was just simply misunderstood. Killing his entire clan, minus one pesky little brother had been a lapse of judgement and nothing more. He should have killed Sasuke too and it was a mistake he knew would come back to bite him in the ass, but he’d paid the price. Everyone was bound to have them and although his lapse of judgement had been a pretty big lapse of judgement, he was after all, human.

He turned his gaze back to the young man who lay limply on the tatami. He sighed and squatted down, appreciating the finely sculpted body that lay on his floor. As he watched Naruto breathe, Itachi wished that he was capable of such a thing as rape but it was beyond his character to perform such a depraved act. He was an Uchiha and Uchihas were far too noble to have their name sullied by such an accusation. Homicide, sure, that was alright. But not rape.

Damn him and his morals, he thought as he ran a hand up the rugged line of Naruto’s body. His fingers lingered over the jut of his hip, feeling too warm skin beneath the fabric of his horrendous orange trousers. He silently vowed to himself that he’d have the blond licking his feet by the end of the month. His beautiful mouth curved in a small but very wicked smile as he thought of all the fun things he was going to do to him before that happened. He was going to truly enjoy this breaking.

“Is there something you want, Kisame?” Itachi asked as soon as he had sensed the sharkman’s presence.

The man in question shrugged from his place at the threshold of the room. “Not really, just wondering why you are smiling like that. You never smile like that, not without something really… interesting happening.”

“Interesting?” Itachi’s voice was soft but dangerous. He stood up and turned just enough to regard the other without having to turn his head. The effect was eerie and gave Kisame the shivers.

“You are thinking of breaking the boy aren’t you?”

“And if I am?”

Kisame grinned, flashing pointed teeth, “I’m just saying it’s good to see you got yourself a hobby. I was starting to get worried that you were bored.”

“An Uchiha never gets bored.” He said frankly.

TBC