Troubled Pasts

Sasuke’s Story

Troubled Pasts

Sasuke’s Story

Warning: Shota, incest, violence, language.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto cuz no one would be able to print my work!

A/N: So here is the much overdue second part to Troubled Pasts, Sasuke’s story. The wonderful Michelerene edited. Thx very much. This isn’t related to Naruto’s story although I guess it could be. Take it however you want. I’m planning a couple more. Phantomsnow requested Kakashi’s story and cluelessninja65 requested Zabuza’s story and Kiba’s story. Kakashi and Kiba’s stories are already getting planned out in my head. Hope you like it and if it’s not you thing, don’t flame. You’ve been warned.

Sasuke glared at his reflection from under his bangs. The faucet was spewing cool water into the sink in front of him but he ignored it. It was lunch break and he knew he probably should be training but his concentration was off this morning, just like it was every morning after he had the dream. He’d been having it for years and couldn’t remember when it had started haunting his nights. Its frequency was not often but the dream always rattled him. It wasn’t all bad though. The dream or better put, the nightmare, renewed his hate for his brother. Sure his feelings had never changed but on mornings such as this, he always had little but hate on his mind. He splashed a handful of water on his face, trying in vain to keep the details of the dream from his mind.

Light footsteps padded down the hall to his room. Sasuke closed his eyes praying that they would go away, that his brother wouldn’t enter tonight. The door slid open and a pale figure with long, dark hair silently crept into the room. Sasuke squeezed his eyes closed feigning sleep but the intruder knew he wasn’t asleep and chuckled darkly. Sasuke’s pale hands gripped his pillow as he felt the weight settle on his bed; he swallowed a sob as hands began to explore his body as they had many times before. Biting into his pillow to stifle his screams, Sasuke fought to keep his eyes from watering at the unbearable pain and the agonizing betrayal as Itachi pounded him into the mattress.

“Please! No more!” The sadistic voice just laughed in his ear and continued to thrust into him mercilessly.

“No, you need this. You’re weak. I’m making you stronger.” Sasuke squeezed his eyes shut and bit his lip, the coppery tang of blood seeping into his mouth.

“You’re weak, Sasuke. Too weak to be part of this family. Too weak to be my son.”

The raven’s eyes widened and the world began to spin. What had he just thought? Son. He’d heard son…not brother. It was Itachi who had raped him repeatedly for years. Itachi, who he hated more than anything because of the way he’d used his body as a child. Itachi, who had…hated their father…since Sasuke was…six years old.

It was too late. No matter how much he tried to convince himself that it had been his brother who had molested him for years his mind now remembered the truth. Memories were now flooding to the front of his mind. His father standing in his door. His father’s voice in his ear. His father’s broad body above him.

“Otou-san, please! No more!”

“You’re too weak to be my son.”

His stomach heaved and Sasuke just made it to stall to spill its contents. He tried to push himself up but his arms collapsed and he smacked his jaw on the seat. Sasuke heard the door to the washroom open as he collapsed on the floor beside the toilet.

“Shut up, Dogface. I’m stronger than you! Believe it!”

“Ha! Akamaru could kick your ass without my help.” Sasuke ignored them and tried to lift his body again as another wave of nausea came over him. He wretched into the porcelain bowl, his body trembling from the exertion.

“Sasuke-teme?” The raven lifted his black eyes to the door of the stall where Naruto and Kiba were standing looking at him in shock.

“Teme, are you okay?” Sasuke groaned and dry heaved again, allowing his body to fall back against the metallic divider.

“Kiba, go get Iruka-sensei!” The taller boy rushed from the bathroom and Naruto moved forward, crouching in front of Sasuke.

“Go away, Dobe,” the pale preteen managed to hiss out. Ignoring him, the blonde wiped cold sweat from Sasuke’s brow.

“Teme? What’s wrong with you? Did you eat some thing bad? I know what that’s like.” Sasuke groaned and shook the tan hand off his face making Naruto sigh.

“Here. Let’s get you up.” Naruto hauled the taller preteen to his feet, catching him as he swayed unsteadily.

“Gee, Teme. You must really be sick. I’ve never seen you this weak before.” Before Naruto could register what was happening Sasuke had thrown him against the wall and was advancing on him with his fists clenched. The emo boy’s eyes were fiery and his usually calm voice shook with rage.

“I’m. Not. Weak!” The small pale fist swung with purpose and the blonde moved out of its way before it connected with the wall where his head had just been.

“What the hell!” Naruto screamed as he dodged and blocked Sasuke's furious and slightly wild swings. His rival was trying to kill him. He wondered what could possibly have set the stoic boy off so severely.

He was jarred from his musings as Sasuke grabbed his arm and swung him into the wall. The raven pinned his tanned wrists as Naruto grunted in pain.

“I’m not weak!”

“Sasuke, I’m sorry. I know you’re not-.” He stopped mid sentence as he looked into the obsidian eyes. Trails of tears ran from the watery, black pools down the alabaster cheeks.

“Sasuke?” Naruto whispered as he watched in awe as saline continued to pour from the dark eyes and the pale lower lip in front of him trembled. The taller boy pulled him away from the wall and thrust him back weakly, clutching at Naruto’s shirt.

“I’m…not…weak.” The words no long held any conviction.

The freed tan arms slid around the pale, thin neck pulling the now sobbing Sasuke into the crook of his neck.

“I’m…I’m…not…” Sasuke stopped trying to speak and sobbed unabashedly into his rival’s shoulder. Naruto stroked the jet black locks and whispered comforting nothings, shushing the distraught boy. Finally, Sasuke’s exhausted legs gave way and he collapsed to the floor, pulling the blonde with him. The fall having broken their contact, Naruto sat up, pressing his back against the cool, concrete wall. He watched the raven lift himself up, unsteadily. He reached out to touch the thin shoulder but Sasuke recoiled like he’d been burned. The black orbs rose to the blue pools of concern and to both their surprise, Sasuke straddled the blonde’s thighs and fisted the sunny hair, putting his head back into the warmth of the tan neck. Naruto rubbed the slim back tenderly and he felt the soft thin lips move against his neck.

“I’m so stupid. I’m so stupid. I thought it was Itachi but it was him. It was him. Oh gods!” Naruto tightened his arms around his rival.

“It’s okay now. It’s just you and me here. Sasuke, what happened?” The head of dark hair shook and Naruto resigned himself to silently comforting the older boy.

The door opened and Iruka gaped in shock at the scene before him; Sasuke curled up on Naruto’s lap and the blonde stroking the emo preteen’s back. Naruto’s blue eyes looked up at him showing that he had no idea what was wrong. Kneeling beside the pair, he placed a hand on both their shoulders.

“Sasuke? Are you alright?” He knew it was a stupid question and Sasuke shot him a half hearted glare to reiterate that fact.

“Do you think you can tell me what’s wrong?” Sasuke swallowed hard and slid off Naruto to the cold stone floor. He stared at his hands as he took a deep breath.

“I…before my clan was killed…” He gripped his head in pain. A headache. A bad one.

“At night, when I was six, someone started coming into my room at night. I thought it was Itachi. For years I’ve thought it was Itachi. But it wasn’t. It…it was…” He groaned and shook his head again.

“Sasuke? Are you alright?” Iruka asked. He didn’t get a glare for his question this time.

“My head…hurts… It was… my...” He didn’t finish the sentence, collapsing to the floor, gripping his skull. He let out a wail of pain and passed out cold.

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Iruka listened in shock as the med nin explained for the second time what had happened.

“It’s a memory block, put in place by someone very powerful. The fact that he accessed the memory indicates that there was a similarity in their chakra signatures. Probably a family member.” Iruka swallowed thickly and nodded for the med nin to continue.

“The seal, we’ll call it, has now reset and whatever pockets of memory were being accessed have now been suppressed. Or I should say overwritten. They’re false memories over top of what was originally there. I’ve tried to remove them, but whoever did this didn’t want the real memories ever to resurface. Any measures that could be used to remove it will cause permanent brain damage.”

“If he remembered once, will he be able to again?” The med nin frowned.

“I’m not sure. For his sake, I hope not. The seal cracking must have been very painful. He’s still unconscious.”

“Thank you.” Iruka looked into the boy’s room. Naruto had fallen asleep with his head on the hospital bed and his hand tightly curled in Sasuke's. A chakra flare beside him made him turn to Asuma who was standing on the other side of the door frame looking into Sasuke’s room. The jounin turned to him and Iruka asked the question before thinking.

“You knew him. You were anbu together. Did he know what was happening? Is that why he…”

“No one who’s still alive really knew Uchiha Itachi. I did know that there was severe animosity between him and his father. I never knew why. But he did love his brother. I was always amazed at how much he seemed to care about Sasuke considering how little he cared about everyone else. It…does seem to fit.” Iruka sighed and looked at the pair of sleeping boys.

“He won’t remember. He’ll go back to hating Itachi. Maybe that’s for the best.” Asuma wrapped an arm around the chuunin’s shoulders and lead him to the hospital exit.

“Try not to think about it. It’s just too complicated. Unless we catch Itachi, we’ll never know.”

The window to Sasuke's room slid open and a dark figure slid in, eyeing the blonde on the other side of the bed cautiously. Silent as a ghost he slid to the head of Sasuke’s bed and gently brushed a lock of hair out of the boy’s dark lashes.

“I’m sorry, Otouto. This was the only way. It’s easier for you to hate me than hate everyone you loved.” Like a gust of wind he was gone as quickly as he had come.

Sasuke shivered and opened his eyes, glancing to the open window then to the tan hand that was gripping his. He gave the hand a squeeze and the blonde raised his beautiful, blue eyes to him.

“Could you close the window?” Naruto nodded but remained stationary.

“Are you okay? I mean with everything…” Sasuke nodded and swallowed thickly.

“I still don’t know how he could do that to me. My brother. My own brother. He’s such a bastard. I hate him so much.” Naruto stared in shock at the boy.

“Sasuke…you don’t…it…wasn’t…” A look of angry confusion from Sasuke stopped him.

“Never mind. Things will seem better in the morning. Do you want me to stay?” Sasuke didn’t respond but some how Naruto knew the answer was yes.

“It’s not your fault you know. There was nothing you could have done. Sometimes…sometimes you just have to let it go. The sun will come out tomorrow and life won’t seem so bad. I know…we’re not really friends but I’ll be here…if you want to talk.” Sasuke nodded and closed his eyes again. Naruto closed the window and sat back down at the Uchiha’s side, wondering if he should ever tell him the truth about his brother.

‘Sometimes,’ Naruto thought, ‘ignorance really is bliss.”

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