To Each His Life-Sasuke Uchiha

Chapter 2: Alone and Defiled

I woke to the smell of ammonia and other disinfectants, quickly realizing that I was in the hospital, unaware of how long it had been since I arrived. I put one arm behind me in an effort to sit up, but that became impossible when a tremendous pain shot through my body and all the memories of that night came rushing back to me. For the first time in my life I felt lost and scared, not because of what had happened because it had not fully sank in, but because Itachi had seemed so normal and what he did was the farthest thing from how he acted. The door slowly opened and not wanting to be bothered by anybodies futile questions, I pretended to still be sleeping.

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“Did you hear about what happened to the Uchiha’s?” came a slightly annoying female voice.

“Bits and pieces, not the whole story,” the second female said, intent on getting every piece of gossip that she could.

“Well, they say that Itachi Uchiha stabbed his mother to death and when his dad got home Itachi tried to do him in too, but the father got a couple shots in and killed him.”

Sasuke watched as everything unfolded before him in slow motion as the two female nurses talked, oblivious that he was listening in on their conversation.

“Didn’t I hear something about the dad killing himself?” Sasuke felt the nurse roll him on his side and check the dressing on his wound. Feeling that it was still reasonably good, she rolled him back and continued with her chatter.

“They say he was mumbling something about how could this have happened when he left the hospital. About an hour after that the paramedics where dispatched to the Uchiha house and found him sitting in a chair with the back of his head blown off and a gun lying on the floor near him.” With their jobs done, the two nurses took their leave and left Sasuke alone with his thoughts.

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I felt so empty inside. So alone. I didn’t care that tears were freely flowing from my eyes at the thought that I was all alone now, nobody would be coming in to visit just to see how I was doing. I was completely alone and scared the shit out of me and I did the only thing I could have done in that kind of situation. I denied everything that had happened and dug a nice little shelter inside my soul where nothing could reach me and I could be protected from anything. To say that this wasn’t healthy would be an understatement so over the next few days I was visited by a psychologist to determine my mental health and since I refused to talk or do anything besides stare off into space they labeled me as mentally traumatized.

‘Wow, 7 years of schooling and hundreds of thousands of dollars to diagnose someone who saw their mother’s dead body and their brother killed in front of them as being mentally traumatized! Someone give this guy the doctor of the year award.’

After that brilliant diagnosis, I was placed with a family that specialized in mentally traumatized kids, whatever that was supposed to mean, just a fancy was to cover up what really went on I suppose. As soon as I was able to get up and about I went to live with the family which only consisted of a middle aged man that only went by the name of Jiraiya, still don’t know why he didn’t have a last name, but I don’t really care either. We took the grand tour of the house and he showed me where my room was. It was a fair sized room with its own bathroom and I stayed there while they talked in private.

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I was semi-conscious as I felt something rubbing against my mouth like it wanted in, and when it didn’t get its wish a hand slid into my hair and yanked it hard enough so that my mouth opened in surprise and it was forced in. I blinked a few times, my eyes finally getting used to the darkness that surrounded me, I noticed that it was Jiraiya standing above me, his dick currently sliding in and out of my mouth. As he plunged deeper and deeper, I began feeling nauseous and lightheaded as he forced himself down my throat. I tasted something thick and salty filling my mouth and running down my throat and I just wanted to spit it out, but he wouldn’t remove his dick which only meant that he wanted me to swallow what he had given me. I did, and then he turned around and left. When I heard the door shut behind him, I rolled over on my side and threw up. I lied there for a few minuted before I carefully got up and went to the bathroom to wash the taste of vomit and his cum out of my mouth.

These nighttime visits continued throughout the week until one day when I came out of the bathroom after taking a shower clad only in a towel, when he came in. The next thing I knew, I was bent over the bed, the towel gone and his dick against my ass. I cringed when I realized what he was going to do and let out a hiss when he forced himself in without any preparation. He continually pounded himself inside me, deeper and deeper with every thrust, tears forced their way from my eyes every second that this went on. The pain was unbearable but he hit a spot inside of me that felt so good my cock got hard and he released himself inside of me. I feel to my knees from the lack of support, my head resting face down on the bed, waiting for him to leave before I moved. I could feel his cum leaking out and when he left I headed back to the bathroom to take another shower.

I dragged my body to the shower, but stopped as I noticed myself in the mirror, naked and covered in a sticky mess. That is when I saw it, that same glint of evil that I saw in Itachi’s eyes. All of the sudden, I was staring at Itachi’s reflection instead of mine and before I could stop myself my fist collided with the reflective surface and it shattered, some pieces embedding themselves in my fist as drops of blood fell on the broken mirror that now lay in the sink.