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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male › Itachi/Sasuke
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Author's Notes: ...It's only been two days, and my story has already got over 150 hits! *childish joy* Thank you! Many thanks go to Nova for reviewing [I know the feeling ;)] and to the two readers who rated the first chapter. As promised, here's more. This chapter is written mostly from Sasuke's POV. Please review! *heart*
Vocabulary note: A futon is a thin mattress that Japanese people used to sleep on before the Meiji revolution. Some people still prefer to use a futon instead of a Western-style bed nowadays.
He watched his brother lay on the narrow makeshift futon, and his thoughts raced. At first, he'd thought that Itachi was going to die after all. He'd found himself... scared. It hadn't been only because of the thought that revenge was going to slip through his fingers one final time. No. There had been something... more, something deep within himself that he couldn't – no, wouldn't confront. Not again. Not ever.
How many nights had the horrible, horrible memory of that one night come back to haunt him? How many times had he fantasized his revenge, dreaming up new ways to return the pain he'd felt tenfold? He'd lost count.
And still, he found himself hesitating.
Medical ninjutsu had taken care of his brother's more serious injuries. Itachi was too weak to fight – too weak to be dangerous. In a way, Sasuke was disappointed.
At times, he'd hoped against all hope that, through some miracle, things could be back the way they had been, and Itachi would once again be the kind older brother that he'd once thought he knew. He'd chastised himself time and again – but now, as he drew closer and knelt beside the futon, he couldn't help but wonder how things would have been if not for Itachi's treason. Sasuke didn't have any doubt that he would've made ANBU by now. Would they be fighting side by side? Would his brother still tease him from time to time?
Sasuke caught himself in the middle of the thoughts, feeling ridiculous. What was the use of such childish fantasies now? What had Itachi done to him?
He leaned in. He hadn't had a chance to look at his brother's face closely in years, their brief encounters leaving little time for anything that trivial. Now, as he pushed aside a few locks of raven-black hair, Sasuke was stricken to discover that his brother had hardly changed. The black circles underneath his eyes were still there. Even smeared with dried blood and marred by bruises and cuts, he could still make out his pale skin. These were the features of the man that he had once loved and admired – then hated and despised – and then... he'd saved his life.
“For now”, Sasuke whispered, letting the hair fall back into place.
Itachi shifted a little, let out a small moan, and then, his eyes opened – blank, lifeless orbs that did not move as he spoke,
“I know you're here, my foolish little brother. What have you done now?”
Sasuke froze. Even though he knew that Itachi could no longer hurt him, he couldn't help the urge to thrust a kunai through his heard and twist it until he was absolutely certain that he was dead, lest he would elude him once more.
“You should have killed me”, Itachi continued, his voice hoarse, but every bit as cold as it had always been during their encounters since his murdering of the Uchiha clan.
“Begging for your death already?” Sasuke replied just as coldly. “I thought higher of you, brother.”
Itachi laughed. “Did you expect I'd try to kill you straight away?”
“You couldn't, even if you tried. You've pushed yourself too far, Itachi, and by failing you've put yourself at my mercy. And, I assure you, I will have no mercy for you. I will hurt you – make you feel the same pain that you've made me feel all these years.”
“Do you really think I fear pain, Sasuke?” Itachi laughed again. “There are many things you don't know about me, little brother.”
Sasuke swallowed. “I know enough to hate you.”
And then, with sudden determination, Sasuke leaned in once more and encircled his brother's lips with his own.
I apologize for another short chapter, but I'd rather keep them small and update often than rush out twenty pages at once and then call the whole story off :) Once again, please review! ...Oh, and if you find any typos and/or weird phrasing, please let me know. English isn't my native language and the bad English I come across in Japan every day really takes its toll. Thanks for reading!
Vocabulary note: A futon is a thin mattress that Japanese people used to sleep on before the Meiji revolution. Some people still prefer to use a futon instead of a Western-style bed nowadays.
He watched his brother lay on the narrow makeshift futon, and his thoughts raced. At first, he'd thought that Itachi was going to die after all. He'd found himself... scared. It hadn't been only because of the thought that revenge was going to slip through his fingers one final time. No. There had been something... more, something deep within himself that he couldn't – no, wouldn't confront. Not again. Not ever.
How many nights had the horrible, horrible memory of that one night come back to haunt him? How many times had he fantasized his revenge, dreaming up new ways to return the pain he'd felt tenfold? He'd lost count.
And still, he found himself hesitating.
Medical ninjutsu had taken care of his brother's more serious injuries. Itachi was too weak to fight – too weak to be dangerous. In a way, Sasuke was disappointed.
At times, he'd hoped against all hope that, through some miracle, things could be back the way they had been, and Itachi would once again be the kind older brother that he'd once thought he knew. He'd chastised himself time and again – but now, as he drew closer and knelt beside the futon, he couldn't help but wonder how things would have been if not for Itachi's treason. Sasuke didn't have any doubt that he would've made ANBU by now. Would they be fighting side by side? Would his brother still tease him from time to time?
Sasuke caught himself in the middle of the thoughts, feeling ridiculous. What was the use of such childish fantasies now? What had Itachi done to him?
He leaned in. He hadn't had a chance to look at his brother's face closely in years, their brief encounters leaving little time for anything that trivial. Now, as he pushed aside a few locks of raven-black hair, Sasuke was stricken to discover that his brother had hardly changed. The black circles underneath his eyes were still there. Even smeared with dried blood and marred by bruises and cuts, he could still make out his pale skin. These were the features of the man that he had once loved and admired – then hated and despised – and then... he'd saved his life.
“For now”, Sasuke whispered, letting the hair fall back into place.
Itachi shifted a little, let out a small moan, and then, his eyes opened – blank, lifeless orbs that did not move as he spoke,
“I know you're here, my foolish little brother. What have you done now?”
Sasuke froze. Even though he knew that Itachi could no longer hurt him, he couldn't help the urge to thrust a kunai through his heard and twist it until he was absolutely certain that he was dead, lest he would elude him once more.
“You should have killed me”, Itachi continued, his voice hoarse, but every bit as cold as it had always been during their encounters since his murdering of the Uchiha clan.
“Begging for your death already?” Sasuke replied just as coldly. “I thought higher of you, brother.”
Itachi laughed. “Did you expect I'd try to kill you straight away?”
“You couldn't, even if you tried. You've pushed yourself too far, Itachi, and by failing you've put yourself at my mercy. And, I assure you, I will have no mercy for you. I will hurt you – make you feel the same pain that you've made me feel all these years.”
“Do you really think I fear pain, Sasuke?” Itachi laughed again. “There are many things you don't know about me, little brother.”
Sasuke swallowed. “I know enough to hate you.”
And then, with sudden determination, Sasuke leaned in once more and encircled his brother's lips with his own.
I apologize for another short chapter, but I'd rather keep them small and update often than rush out twenty pages at once and then call the whole story off :) Once again, please review! ...Oh, and if you find any typos and/or weird phrasing, please let me know. English isn't my native language and the bad English I come across in Japan every day really takes its toll. Thanks for reading!