The Jutsu of Surrender

AN: ^^; Oh wow, I am so sorry I forgot to update here. I have chapter four done, and part of chapter five... I just need to run four by a friend (if I can pin her down for a moment or two) then I'll post it as well.
Two things I want to note in here... u.u I am so sorry about the fight. It's lame. I was being lazy and I didn't think I'd actually post this online. There is also no smut *gasp* in this chapter, though I may go back and do the scene that was cut.
Thank you all for the reviews! I hope this chapter is okay too, no one really spell or grammar checked it for me. ^^;

Itachi pounded on Kisame’s door with the side of his hand. His partner would wake in an instant if a kunai was aimed at his throat. Otherwise, he could sleep through anything. When there wasn’t any answer, he kicked at the door. “Kisame, get up!”

Snapped out of a sound sleep, Kisame snorted, eyes flying open. “Wha...”

“Either open the door, or I will,” he yelled, making sure that his partner could hear him.

“You open it, I don’t care.”

“...You aren’t naked, are you?”

Kisame glanced down. Yes, definitely naked. Rolling out of bed, he snatched the clothes he had discarded early off of the floor. “Uh... Hold on.”

Itachi snorted, glad he didn’t open the door. He knew Kisame too well. Through the many years he had shared with him, his room not far from Itachi’s room, they’d become close friends. Well, as close as he let anyone near him. Kisame was... almost as twisted as he was, and Itachi appreciated it. Once he heard a low mutter from his friend, he opened the door. His partner was rubbing his head, either not fully awake or suffering from a bad hang over. “Pack. We’re leaving.”

“What? Why?”

“...It’s a long story. Actually, pack later. I want to get Orochimaru to sign the stupid scrolls first.”

Kisame sighed, “fine.” He followed Itachi into the hallway, walking along side him.

“I swear Leader sent me here as a joke or a test. He knows I can’t stand that bastard.”

“He likes bothering you. He gets some sort of sick amusement from it, I think.”

“I have no doubt in that.”

The walked quietly for a moment, Kisame yawning now and then. He wasn’t a morning person, and hoped to be roused around the early hours of twelve... or one. This was a mission though, and he always got up early for those. Or just never slept. If this was home, he wouldn’t wake up until lunch. Better food was always served at lunch than breakfast. They were near the hall that Orochimaru used as his office, and one glance at the look on Itachi’s face stirred a mild curiosity. Itachi was calculating and careful, usually more so than he... Why would he rush this? “So come on, why are we leaving so soon? You that sick of the snake already?”

There was no doubt he could trust Kisame but... the circumstances behind the situation on the other hand, were a little more personal than he cared to admit. “...I’m taking Sasuke back with me.”

Kisame smirked, “was he that good?”

Scowling, Itachi smacked his arm. “Kisame...... Yes, he was. But that’s not the main reason why.”

“Then what is the main reason,” he asked through snickers. Itachi was silent for a few steps, but Kisame was persistent. “Well?”

“...He isn’t living up to his potential here. Besides, even if I hated my family, the only other survivor shouldn’t be some ignorant, idiotic snake’s pet.”

Kisame chuckled, but didn’t comment out loud. It struck him as funny that someone like Itachi would get whipped, and so soon. By his brother no less... breaking him one minute, sleeping with him the next... Their family was more screwed up than his.

Grateful for his silence, Itachi walked on. Even to himself, his words sounded weak. Strange how it made sense in his mind... before saying them to someone else. He shrugged it off, squaring his shoulders at they stopped in front of Orochimaru’s room. Fighting off the urge to kick in the doors, he knocked politely then opened the door. “Snake?” Not waiting for an okay, he walked into the office, mild surprise lighting his eyes for a moment. Sasuke looked up, standing in front of Orochimaru, holding a bag and now sporting a shirt, Itachi’s pants still hanging loosely from his hips. By the aggressive stances both had, it looked like they both had been arguing.

“Go back to your room, Sasuke. We’ll talk later.” Orochimaru purred out, almost as if nothing were wrong. In fact, nothing was wrong. Whatever fanciful thoughts Sasuke had stuck into Itachi’s head, he would stomp them out right now. Sasuke was his and his alone.

The younger Uchiha clenched his fists at the order, but gave him a stiff bow none of the less, glancing at Itachi before turning to walk out. He noticed that Itachi twitched a little, and hoped his brother hadn’t changed his mind. The way Orochimaru was arguing about it, Itachi didn’t have an easy fight on his hands.

“What’s this foolishness about you leaving with him?” Orochimaru snapped once Sasuke was out of hearing distance.

“He’s my brother, I have a right to take him with me.” Rummaging through his cloak, Itachi looked for the scrolls. “Sign the treaty, and we’ll leave.”

“You’re not taking the boy.”

Itachi gave him a cold stare. “You aren’t in a position to argue. We don’t need your peace. If he doesn’t leave with me, then you can take these scrolls and shove them up your ass.” He would take him away anyway, even if Orochimaru suddenly decided that he too didn’t want the treaty. Beside him Kisame tensed. Itachi held back a smirk; Kisame was ready to back him up when needed, if he had to he would extract Sasuke right here and now.

Sneering, Orochimaru held out his hand. “If he’s so important to you then.” Letting another slip through his fingers wasn’t an option... A thought drifted to his mind, further curling his lips. If he couldn’t have his toy, he’d break it. Besides, Itachi was just following his penis’ lead.

“We both sign.” Hesitantly he handed Orochimaru the scrolls, wondering just what he had up his sleeves.

“Fine.” Orochimaru walked to the desk and opened a drawer, fishing out a pen. The wax seal on the scrolls were broken, and Orochimaru skimmed over the text for a moment before signing at the bottom. Before the ink was dry he already had cracked open the other scroll, signing in the same place.

Once Orochimaru had stepped away, Itachi took the offered pen and signed his name as well. The closest scroll to him he snatched, shoving it back into his cloak. “If you need us, you know where we’re located.” Itachi smirked then turned and headed for the door. Only a little time now, and he would be on his way home with Sasuke. When he passed Kisame, his partner turned and followed, not fully relaxing yet.

“Take your brat and leave.” Sasuke was still his, officially, until they left...

“I intend to,” he said firmly before leaving the room.

As soon as Itachi had left, he darted from the room. His own sleeping quarters weren’t far. He preferred it that way; after a long day of work, it was nice to stumble a short ways to bed. Sasuke’s room was close to his, half way between his room and the office. It worked out best that way. The door to Sasuke’s room was open, the boy shoving things into a bag. His eyes flashed in anger. Ungrateful whelp, after all he had given him, he was actually leaving instead of just waiting in his room. Sasuke noticed his presences and looked up, eyes unconcerned. Walking into the room, Orochimaru shut the door behind him, locking it. “That didn’t take you long.”

“What?”

“For you to prove your fickleness. Were you not the one that was against me giving you to him for longer than his stay?”

“I changed my mind...”

“Why? Because he let you drop your collar? Or are you chasing what you think is the brother you used to love?” He chuckled lowly, “baka.”

Sasuke flushed, “that’s not...”

“Oh? Then how is it?” He started to advance on him slowly, almost smiling as Sasuke took a step back.

“He’s going to train me.”

“I was training you, ungrateful whelp.”

“...You barely taught me anything. All you wanted to do was fuck.”

Orochimaru took another step forward, Sasuke quickly taking a step back again. “I told you that I’ve been busy. I need release more than I need a whiny follower.”

“I don’t care what you need.”

An evil grin spread across his lips. “No?” His tongue snaked out and wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer with it. Sasuke grimaced and tried futilely to pull away. As soon as he was within arms reach, Orochimaru’s hands darted out to grab Sasuke’s shirt and yank him closer. Stumbling forward, Sasuke tried to keep as much of his balance as he could, lashing a fist out. He let himself be hit, enjoying the sting of Sasuke’s fists and how little above that they effected him. The last twitching of a dying animal... that’s all it was. Retracting his tongue, he dug his nails into his chest through the shirt, fabric parting easily at his sharp nails.

Sasuke cried out, hitting him again. “...Itachi!” That was the last name he thought he would ever call, but he needed his aniki. The peace he had gained through what had happened that morning was shattered, pain lacing through the wounds on his chest.

The taller man laughed, digging his nails in further. “Calling for your new master? ...How degrading, you don’t deserve me, or my knowledge.”

“He’s not... my master,” Sasuke managed from behind gritted teeth, trying to block out the pain. The snake like tongue lashed out again, licking his ear.

“Then what does he call you? Lover? Brother? Did he tell you how much he missed you? What other lies has he whispered in your ear to make you so devoted so suddenly?”

Sasuke glanced away. “He hasn’t... told any lies...”

Lowering his mouth to Sasuke’s neck, he tasted his skin, still firmly gripping his shirt. “He must be good at speaking them, if you believe him.”

“...He’s not,” he tried to move away, but Orochimaru’s hand quickly slipped under his shirt, nails digging into his flesh once more.

“Tell me... when he was fucking you, did you see your brother as he was when he was younger? Did you see the bodies of your family, the blood smeared everywhere? Or are you that blind?”

Sasuke’s eyes widened, resolution wavering for a moment. “...I...” The memories, they flooded him, complete with the scent of death that lingered in the air that day, and many after that.

Leaning away a little, Orochimaru touched his throat where the collar used to be, thumb stroking the area softly. “Did you really forget how he murdered everyone you cared for? When he joined the Akatsuki, he told Leader that he had no regrets, and he was happy to see them dead.” His mind fuck was working, Sasuke’s eyes were wide with shock.

“He.... he didn’t kill me, though... he...”

“He left the one person he didn’t deem important enough to kill. Why else did he spare you? Love?” Sasuke lowered his gaze from Orochimaru, eyes searching the floor for answers. “He doesn’t care about you now. You’re just a new thrill, something to pass the time until he finally deems you a threat and kills you off.”

“...You’re just... trying to change my mind...”

Orochimaru grinned cruelly. “Oh no my dear boy... You’re going with him. I don’t want something as weak willed as you.” The hand around Sasuke’s neck tightened it’s grip. “I’m just going to make sure I give you the proper send off for one who disrespects me so much.” Sasuke gasped for air, pulling at Orochimaru’s hand. The nails digging into Sasuke’s chest lifted, his hand finding it’s way under his pants. “Now lets hear you scream...”

“No... stop...” He flinched when Orochimaru’s hand enclosed around his length, stroking it. This wasn’t supposed to happen... He should have returned to Itachi’s room when Orochimaru told him to go back to his own or staid with Itachi while they signed the treaties. Now he was stuck in the room with someone he knew could be not only cruel, but was very good at torture. Fear kept him from hardening, despite the skilled hand. It was ironic; he finally had something to look forward to, but first he had to endure whatever Orochimaru would come up with. Possibly even death; he’d witness his master go too far on more than a few people.

Sasuke’s lack of response furthered Orochimaru’s already foul mood. A lot of work went into getting the brat to finally respond favorably to his advances, and now it was as if he was back at square one. A sneer pulled at his lips, and he enjoyed the way it lit fear in Sasuke’s eyes. Back at square one, that’s fine. Since Sasuke was leaving, and he wouldn’t get a chance to have the body he tried so hard not to damage through the years he’d been there, there was no reason to hold back now. By the time he was done, Itachi wouldn’t want what was left of him...


Itachi paced the length of his room nervously. Sasuke was late. He wasn’t supposed to be late. Did he change his mind? Growling, he turned and kept walking. His brother wouldn’t have changed his mind. Who would want to keep a collar and leash on? Or was Sasuke into that... sort of thing.

Watching Itachi pace wasn’t much more fun than watching paint dry. “He’s late. Maybe we should just leave him.”

“He doesn’t want to stay here... Something’s up.”

Kisame shrugged, yawning a little. Ever since the time limit for Sasuke’s arrival ran out, Itachi had started pacing. Now a half an hour past the meeting time, Itachi’s constant pacing had somehow bored him back into sleepiness. “Go check on him, then. See what’s taking so long.”

“...I don’t know where his room is.”

“Well, when the snake bastard sent him to his room when we were in the main room, he went out that door in the back, remember?”

Itachi nodded, “true. He would keep his quarters and Sasuke’s easily accessible from there.” Yanking open the door, Itachi quickly stepped out of the room. He had a bad feeling about Sasuke’s lateness. Orochimaru didn’t put up nearly as much of an argument about Sasuke as he thought he would. Itachi cursed to himself; if only that fact had stood out more at the time it happened. Not bothering to knock, he threw open the doors to the office. The snake wasn’t there, not a good sign. Looking around he spotted the way Sasuke had left, and ran in that direction. There were a few doors along the hallway, so he slowed, trying to listen for Sasuke’s voice. Instead he found the low dim of Orochimaru’s voice in the room to his right.

“Let’s see just how much your brother wants you now.” Sticking a finger in his mouth to clean it of blood, he opened the door walking out.

“That better be your room.” What ever Orochimaru had said, he could barely make out, but he didn’t like the tone of it. Itachi’s eyes narrowed when Orochimaru just smiled at him, stepping back so Itachi could enter the room. A whimper from inside chilled his blood. He walked in, glaring at Orochimaru as he passed, then looked around for the source of the whimper. Sasuke was on the bed; naked, shivering and covered almost head to toe in blood. The tan linen on the bed were soaked with it as well, almost black in the low light.

Orochimaru smiled smugly at the horror on Itachi’s face. “Take him. He’s broken and I have no need for broken toys.” At his words, Sasuke curled more in on himself, hugging his knees to his chest.

The smug smile was soon wiped from Orochimaru’s face, Itachi’s fist slamming into his jaw. Itachi’s chakra flared, as he caught Orochimaru’s gaze, using the mangekyo to trap him. Training kept him from using it as much as he wanted to, only making Orochimaru suffer in the for a day in the space he created. A breath afterward Orochimaru was on the floor, sweat beading his forehead. The amount of chakra that took was still a large chunk of his total chakra, but he could deal with that. He kicked Orochimaru once on the chin, sending him flying back. With any hope, that shattered his jaw. Removing his cloak, he tossed it over Sasuke’s body. “We’re leaving. Now.” Sasuke didn’t move, tears pinking when they met with the blood on the bed. Itachi bent over him, wrapping Sasuke more tightly in the black and red clouded fabric.

“No..” His sight was blurred by tears, unsure who was touching him. “Stop.... don’t...” Sasuke flinched as he was lifted from the bed.

“You want to stay here with that bastard?”

“Ani... ki?” The voice cleared his mind, a part of him dimly amused that the one he wanted revenge from had become his savior.

Itachi winced; it had been a long time since his brother had sounded that defenseless and small. After the night he killed his family, Sasuke’s voice had always been strong and filled with fire... If Orochimaru did break him, Itachi was going to kill him. “I’m here, and we’re leaving.” After a moment’s hesitation he leaned down to kiss Sasuke’s cheek. “Don’t worry.” Sasuke nodded shakily, murmuring Itachi’s name a few times. For Sasuke, he gave Orochimaru an extra kick as he walked by him. There was a small tug on his shirt as Sasuke’s fingers curled, leaving bloody smears on the dark blue fabric. As he walked back to his room, he murmured words of reassurance to Sasuke, fully ready to kill anyone that heard him and smirked. Killing someone might make him feel better after the state his brother was left in. The shaking slowed to a stop by the time he reached his room, walking in as if nothing was wrong. “Oi, Kisame... Carry my bag for me?”

Kisame’s eyes widened as he spotted Sasuke. “What the hell?”

“...Let’s get him home, I’ll explain on the way. I trust the medical nins there than here... Plus, I don’t want to stay any longer than I need to.” Itachi coughed, “and I came close to killing Orochimaru.”

“Greeeeeeat for the peace treaty, I’m sure.”

“It was worth it...” He glanced down at Sasuke, “he’s in bad shape.”

“I can see that. We should get back quickly. He’s bleeding.”

“Hai...” From what he had seen, there were scratches along his body, though Itachi doubted most of the blood came from there. He didn’t feel like talking about it to Kisame so he turned and left the room, remembering the way to the exit. Talking about what had happened to Sasuke left him with a strange feeling of sadness, worry even. Those feelings were foreign to him, thus he didn’t feel like dealing with them.

No one stopped them on the way out, and as soon as they were outside the compound, they ran. If they hurried, it would only take two days to reach their home. They took to the trees, moving along the branches swiftly. Sasuke staid eerily still, asleep and clinging to Itachi as if his brother would drop him at any moment. Itachi’s mind wandered as they traveled, thinking up then discarding plans on how to get Leader to allow his brother to stay. It wasn’t something he looked forward to and yet... his brother’s form held in his arms was stirring something in him, something he didn’t want to let go of.