Territory Which None Trod
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Guilty Streak
Territory Which None Trod
Pairing(s): ItaSasu; OroKabu; KakaSasu
Warnings: Slight non-con, violence, gore, angst
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any characters from it! (I would if I could!)
Updates-
To Jc and Kathrine: Oh my GOD--I love you guys! Thanks for being so awesome during my uncertian times *gives truckload of lifetime-supply of sweets* Mwah! Oh, and there's still that uncertianty for Sasuke, too if you read this next chapter!
Also, I'd like to announce how ridiculously hard it is to make these boys in character! So, don't flame me if he's ...blah, I tried my best! I even made Kakashi say 'yo!'.
Anyways, Onto the chapter!
Chapter III: Guilty Streak
The figure’s shoulders slumped at the younger man’s tone. “Yo, Sasuke…what’re you doing here…?”
It took all of Sasuke’s remaining willpower not to snort ridiculously. Why was it every time they met like this, he sounded so contrived?
He didn’t want to meet like this.
***
Kakashi lifted a hand to stop his former student, but then let it fall to his side dejectedly. Even if he could catch the young Uchiha now, what comfort besides his bed could he bring? How was one supposed to console a confused teenager who killed his brother?
It probably wasn’t even the reason Sasuke had ran away. It was most likely because of all the other times they had met under circumstances of his brother. All the other times, when he fought for a second time with Itachi and for Naruto, because of Naruto, the night before he had left for Otogakure. Somehow, even in death, Itachi managed to keep Sasuke in a noose.
And even then, he was surprised when Jiraiya told him the news of the elder Uchiha’s death. Hell, he was still surprised Sasuke had managed to kill the psychopathic man.
He sighed, heading toward the Hokage Tower. Tsunade needed to hear that her favorite Uchiha had returned.
***
Sasuke walked through the halls of his apartment complex, dripping and miserably wet. Not that he noticed. He was too busy fishing the keys out of the drenched pocket that refused to give them up. He didn’t even know why he had kept them. Nostalgia, maybe. On the other hand, Sasuke was not the kind to get wistful.
Suddenly, about to stick the key through the lock, he realized there was a black rose attached to his pull doorknob. Well, it was actually very dark purple. Sasuke frowned severely again. What was this all about? Even Kakashi wasn’t tactless enough to do such a thing. Naruto wouldn’t even care to do so—if he was still alive, that is. Sakura…in any case, he doubted she even knew he was here. And if so, she wasn’t into the whole dark, suggestive thing. Besides, the black rose signified death, or even farewell.
Sasuke took the rose to see it better, pricking himself with a thorn, “Damn.” He said, looking at the blood beading out of the small puncture. Abruptly, he doubled over as searing pain struck his neck once again. This time it was unbearable. He slid down the wall of the crummy hallway, clutching his neck tightly, hoping to squeeze it hard enough for the pain to go away.
He suddenly felt a violent wave of nausea, and even though the autumn wind blowing through the open hallway facing the courtyard, it felt swelteringly hot to Sasuke. He let out a gargled noise as if he had been throttled against the wall, gasping for cool air, but his neck hurt too much to breathe. He just hoped his neighbors wouldn’t hear. The last thing he needed was this nosy old woman coming to stick her crooked nose in his business.
And strangely enough, the feeling left just as quickly and it had come. It left him feeling winded and fatigued. He sat there for how long, he didn’t know, panting; until finally, he felt confident enough to let go of his neck. He didn’t trust his knees getting up, so he used the wall for leverage, looking down accusingly at the crushed black rose below him.
He made a note to himself to get his neck seen to.
***
“So…Mr. Social is back…?” Tsunade asked, spinning around in her chair to face Kakashi, cigar in mouth.
Kakashi wrinkled his nose as she blew smoke in his face, “That’s not very lady-like, Tsunade-sama.” He said a bit disgustedly, “And yes, he’s back.” The silver-haired jounin added somberly.
She threw him a sympathetic glance and then bit her cigar again, “Make sure ANBU keeps a keen eye on him.”
Kakashi nodded, and turned towards the door. “Oh and Kakashi…”
He turned and she had a serious expression on her face this time, “Don’t do the same thing to Sasuke you did before.” She may not have liked Sasuke or Kakashi, but the last thing she needed in her village was a scandal with her ninja.
He nodded again, not saying a word, and Tsunade wondered whether he had taken her advice at all. He still held feelings for him that she knew, but what of the Uchiha?
***
Discarding all his clothes save his boxers in the hallway, Sasuke sunk into his sofa with a gloomy sigh. He was starting to hate his flat. Was there was nowhere in it that he wasn’t assaulted by memories of time spent here? Kissing against the door, first light and teasing, but then deep and ravenous; being pressed on the white and blue sheeted bed; his first time on this very couch…
“Arggghhh…!” He growled, visibly aggravated, laying back and throwing the dark blue pillow over his head.
The doorbell chimed, and he sat up, hair mussed. Not caring at the moment what he looked like in his boxers. Throwing it open, he was met with a kunai to his throat. Hmm…he had to admit, not exactly what he was expecting.
He grabbed the hand and pushed it back, so the person dropped the knife and then looked up. “You just open doors to any old strangers now, Sasuke? I must say, that was clumsy.” Sasuke dropped the hand immediately as if he had been burnt. “Kakashi-sensei.” It wasn’t really a sentence…just a statement, just so he knew himself who had come once again to his door.
He smiled under his mask, “Aww, c’mon, don’t call me that anymore it makes me feel old!” After all, the jounin was only still twenty-eight.
“What are you doing here?” He chose the easy road, get rid of him before things escalated and got dangerous again. And yet…something told him that that much was impossible.
The silver-haired jounin chuckled, “Tsunade-sama told me not to come, you know…but when do I ever listen to her?” He shrugged, noting Sasuke’s lack of clothing. By the Gods…this man was a tease, telling him one thing, yet doing another?
Kakashi shoved him inside, against the entry’s wall and closed the door behind them. Pulling his mask down, he kissed the teen, nipping at his bottom lip. Sasuke gave him a delicious moan, fists balling against his chest. “No—aahh…stop!” he cried as his lips were assaulted with kisses and bites.
Kakashi did as he was asked, stopping and looking down at him, “What?”
Sasuke shoved him off, glaring at the man, “Why are we doing this? Someone’s only going to get hurt!” It was true, and it happened every single time. Guaranteed.
Kakashi shrugged, “I’m only a man, and you have to tell me what’s wrong.”
Sasuke willed himself not to punch the jounin at the comment, but instead glared harder, “This always happens; we end up sleeping with each other, and then going our separate ways. It’s annoying!”
He chuckled at Sasuke’s words, “So what are you saying? Do you love me? You want more than this?” He traced a pattern lightly and comfortingly on Sasuke’s creamy shoulder. “Tell me.”
The Uchiha smacked his hand away, refusing to be comforted. “I don’t love anyone.” And he reached up, grabbing Kakashi’s neck and pulling him down for another voracious kiss. “Not anyone…” he sighed, parting his lips.
***
In the morning, Sasuke awoke in a pool of brilliant sunlight from a crack in his curtains. He yawned, stretched, and rolled over to embrace the person next to him, only to find the body missing. He looked down, finding a note:
Sasuke,
Sorry about last night. I feel kind of guilty now, so I left before you woke up. Hope you’re not disappointed in me.
--Kakashi
Sasuke closed his eyes, calmly balling up the paper, and hulring it into the bin by the door with a snarl. He couldn’t even remember most of last night anyway! Grumbling some more, he got up, looking for a fresh pair of boxers, and then heading for the shower.
Climbing in, he turned the hot water on so it would warm his suddenly numb body. And maybe his heart, too. But even he couldn’t ignore the feeling of cheapness and shame…and the empty feeling afterwards. He shook his head, closing his eyes and resting his forehead against the blue tile of the shower. It was weakness. All of it. Uchiha Sasuke was an unfeeling machine doing his own bidding and killing all else in his way. And that is he way it should stay. Then, he wouldn’t have to feel empty because he’d always been.
So he tried it for a time. “Uchiha Sasuke loves no one. No one.” He whispered to himself.
He had spent about forty-five minutes in the shower before his logical self told him to get out before he got a cold and a very high water bill. He had on a distasteful frown when he was just about to wipe the steam from his mirror with his towel, he stopped.
There was something scribbled on it, letters dripping and running down the mirror mingling with other letters. Well. That was unsettling… Sasuke leaned closer to the mirror to read the words scrawled on the fogged mirror.
Uchiha Sasuke loves but one
That was it. There wasn’t even proper punctuation at the end. Not that it mattered much. It was still very much unnerving. He looked down, just to not look at the mirror, and spotted two single-stemmed black roses. He stumbled back, as the agonizing pain came to his neck once again. “What is this?!” He looked at the mirror again—the words, and saw Itachi’s reflection behind him in the letters.
He spun around, looking behind him, simply to find no one there behind him. His mind still reeled at the possibility. How could he have not noticed he was there?! His trace chakra patterns were unmistakable…The heady smell of wild roses that surrounded him… How could have not—“I’m going crazy…” He stated, ignoring his shaking hands and wiping himself down.
He decided to go to Tsunade tomorrow and get himself checked. But coming tonight, he would sleep with two kunai under his pillow. He was strolling to his kitchen, but stopped, rushing back to the bathroom, grabbing the toilet bowl and wretching violently. It was painful since he had had a lack of food in the past few days. As he sat back, he was hit by another wave of intense nausea, making him heave over the bowl again.
It went on for about a minute before he sat against the wall, spent and throat burning with bile. What was happening to him..? He made a serious note to get himself checked.
*******
Aww…poor Sasuke –chan. I wonder if he’s sick… ^, ^ () Well I finally got to a little bit of lime! Sorry it’s only a tiny scrape; trust me I know how it feels to be given only a little—I’m a yaoi fangirl, too after all! Oh, and I had fun picking out Kakashi’s and mystery person’s handwriting (*thinks it’s dumb if you still don’t know who wrote it*) or, more to fact, who Sasuke imagined it was… Yeah, skitzo Sasuke-chan!
Hopefully more lemony scenes in the next chapter!
With Love,
Kaz
Pairing(s): ItaSasu; OroKabu; KakaSasu
Warnings: Slight non-con, violence, gore, angst
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any characters from it! (I would if I could!)
Updates-
To Jc and Kathrine: Oh my GOD--I love you guys! Thanks for being so awesome during my uncertian times *gives truckload of lifetime-supply of sweets* Mwah! Oh, and there's still that uncertianty for Sasuke, too if you read this next chapter!
Also, I'd like to announce how ridiculously hard it is to make these boys in character! So, don't flame me if he's ...blah, I tried my best! I even made Kakashi say 'yo!'.
Anyways, Onto the chapter!
Chapter III: Guilty Streak
The figure’s shoulders slumped at the younger man’s tone. “Yo, Sasuke…what’re you doing here…?”
It took all of Sasuke’s remaining willpower not to snort ridiculously. Why was it every time they met like this, he sounded so contrived?
He didn’t want to meet like this.
***
Kakashi lifted a hand to stop his former student, but then let it fall to his side dejectedly. Even if he could catch the young Uchiha now, what comfort besides his bed could he bring? How was one supposed to console a confused teenager who killed his brother?
It probably wasn’t even the reason Sasuke had ran away. It was most likely because of all the other times they had met under circumstances of his brother. All the other times, when he fought for a second time with Itachi and for Naruto, because of Naruto, the night before he had left for Otogakure. Somehow, even in death, Itachi managed to keep Sasuke in a noose.
And even then, he was surprised when Jiraiya told him the news of the elder Uchiha’s death. Hell, he was still surprised Sasuke had managed to kill the psychopathic man.
He sighed, heading toward the Hokage Tower. Tsunade needed to hear that her favorite Uchiha had returned.
***
Sasuke walked through the halls of his apartment complex, dripping and miserably wet. Not that he noticed. He was too busy fishing the keys out of the drenched pocket that refused to give them up. He didn’t even know why he had kept them. Nostalgia, maybe. On the other hand, Sasuke was not the kind to get wistful.
Suddenly, about to stick the key through the lock, he realized there was a black rose attached to his pull doorknob. Well, it was actually very dark purple. Sasuke frowned severely again. What was this all about? Even Kakashi wasn’t tactless enough to do such a thing. Naruto wouldn’t even care to do so—if he was still alive, that is. Sakura…in any case, he doubted she even knew he was here. And if so, she wasn’t into the whole dark, suggestive thing. Besides, the black rose signified death, or even farewell.
Sasuke took the rose to see it better, pricking himself with a thorn, “Damn.” He said, looking at the blood beading out of the small puncture. Abruptly, he doubled over as searing pain struck his neck once again. This time it was unbearable. He slid down the wall of the crummy hallway, clutching his neck tightly, hoping to squeeze it hard enough for the pain to go away.
He suddenly felt a violent wave of nausea, and even though the autumn wind blowing through the open hallway facing the courtyard, it felt swelteringly hot to Sasuke. He let out a gargled noise as if he had been throttled against the wall, gasping for cool air, but his neck hurt too much to breathe. He just hoped his neighbors wouldn’t hear. The last thing he needed was this nosy old woman coming to stick her crooked nose in his business.
And strangely enough, the feeling left just as quickly and it had come. It left him feeling winded and fatigued. He sat there for how long, he didn’t know, panting; until finally, he felt confident enough to let go of his neck. He didn’t trust his knees getting up, so he used the wall for leverage, looking down accusingly at the crushed black rose below him.
He made a note to himself to get his neck seen to.
***
“So…Mr. Social is back…?” Tsunade asked, spinning around in her chair to face Kakashi, cigar in mouth.
Kakashi wrinkled his nose as she blew smoke in his face, “That’s not very lady-like, Tsunade-sama.” He said a bit disgustedly, “And yes, he’s back.” The silver-haired jounin added somberly.
She threw him a sympathetic glance and then bit her cigar again, “Make sure ANBU keeps a keen eye on him.”
Kakashi nodded, and turned towards the door. “Oh and Kakashi…”
He turned and she had a serious expression on her face this time, “Don’t do the same thing to Sasuke you did before.” She may not have liked Sasuke or Kakashi, but the last thing she needed in her village was a scandal with her ninja.
He nodded again, not saying a word, and Tsunade wondered whether he had taken her advice at all. He still held feelings for him that she knew, but what of the Uchiha?
***
Discarding all his clothes save his boxers in the hallway, Sasuke sunk into his sofa with a gloomy sigh. He was starting to hate his flat. Was there was nowhere in it that he wasn’t assaulted by memories of time spent here? Kissing against the door, first light and teasing, but then deep and ravenous; being pressed on the white and blue sheeted bed; his first time on this very couch…
“Arggghhh…!” He growled, visibly aggravated, laying back and throwing the dark blue pillow over his head.
The doorbell chimed, and he sat up, hair mussed. Not caring at the moment what he looked like in his boxers. Throwing it open, he was met with a kunai to his throat. Hmm…he had to admit, not exactly what he was expecting.
He grabbed the hand and pushed it back, so the person dropped the knife and then looked up. “You just open doors to any old strangers now, Sasuke? I must say, that was clumsy.” Sasuke dropped the hand immediately as if he had been burnt. “Kakashi-sensei.” It wasn’t really a sentence…just a statement, just so he knew himself who had come once again to his door.
He smiled under his mask, “Aww, c’mon, don’t call me that anymore it makes me feel old!” After all, the jounin was only still twenty-eight.
“What are you doing here?” He chose the easy road, get rid of him before things escalated and got dangerous again. And yet…something told him that that much was impossible.
The silver-haired jounin chuckled, “Tsunade-sama told me not to come, you know…but when do I ever listen to her?” He shrugged, noting Sasuke’s lack of clothing. By the Gods…this man was a tease, telling him one thing, yet doing another?
Kakashi shoved him inside, against the entry’s wall and closed the door behind them. Pulling his mask down, he kissed the teen, nipping at his bottom lip. Sasuke gave him a delicious moan, fists balling against his chest. “No—aahh…stop!” he cried as his lips were assaulted with kisses and bites.
Kakashi did as he was asked, stopping and looking down at him, “What?”
Sasuke shoved him off, glaring at the man, “Why are we doing this? Someone’s only going to get hurt!” It was true, and it happened every single time. Guaranteed.
Kakashi shrugged, “I’m only a man, and you have to tell me what’s wrong.”
Sasuke willed himself not to punch the jounin at the comment, but instead glared harder, “This always happens; we end up sleeping with each other, and then going our separate ways. It’s annoying!”
He chuckled at Sasuke’s words, “So what are you saying? Do you love me? You want more than this?” He traced a pattern lightly and comfortingly on Sasuke’s creamy shoulder. “Tell me.”
The Uchiha smacked his hand away, refusing to be comforted. “I don’t love anyone.” And he reached up, grabbing Kakashi’s neck and pulling him down for another voracious kiss. “Not anyone…” he sighed, parting his lips.
***
In the morning, Sasuke awoke in a pool of brilliant sunlight from a crack in his curtains. He yawned, stretched, and rolled over to embrace the person next to him, only to find the body missing. He looked down, finding a note:
Sasuke,
Sorry about last night. I feel kind of guilty now, so I left before you woke up. Hope you’re not disappointed in me.
--Kakashi
Sasuke closed his eyes, calmly balling up the paper, and hulring it into the bin by the door with a snarl. He couldn’t even remember most of last night anyway! Grumbling some more, he got up, looking for a fresh pair of boxers, and then heading for the shower.
Climbing in, he turned the hot water on so it would warm his suddenly numb body. And maybe his heart, too. But even he couldn’t ignore the feeling of cheapness and shame…and the empty feeling afterwards. He shook his head, closing his eyes and resting his forehead against the blue tile of the shower. It was weakness. All of it. Uchiha Sasuke was an unfeeling machine doing his own bidding and killing all else in his way. And that is he way it should stay. Then, he wouldn’t have to feel empty because he’d always been.
So he tried it for a time. “Uchiha Sasuke loves no one. No one.” He whispered to himself.
He had spent about forty-five minutes in the shower before his logical self told him to get out before he got a cold and a very high water bill. He had on a distasteful frown when he was just about to wipe the steam from his mirror with his towel, he stopped.
There was something scribbled on it, letters dripping and running down the mirror mingling with other letters. Well. That was unsettling… Sasuke leaned closer to the mirror to read the words scrawled on the fogged mirror.
Uchiha Sasuke loves but one
That was it. There wasn’t even proper punctuation at the end. Not that it mattered much. It was still very much unnerving. He looked down, just to not look at the mirror, and spotted two single-stemmed black roses. He stumbled back, as the agonizing pain came to his neck once again. “What is this?!” He looked at the mirror again—the words, and saw Itachi’s reflection behind him in the letters.
He spun around, looking behind him, simply to find no one there behind him. His mind still reeled at the possibility. How could he have not noticed he was there?! His trace chakra patterns were unmistakable…The heady smell of wild roses that surrounded him… How could have not—“I’m going crazy…” He stated, ignoring his shaking hands and wiping himself down.
He decided to go to Tsunade tomorrow and get himself checked. But coming tonight, he would sleep with two kunai under his pillow. He was strolling to his kitchen, but stopped, rushing back to the bathroom, grabbing the toilet bowl and wretching violently. It was painful since he had had a lack of food in the past few days. As he sat back, he was hit by another wave of intense nausea, making him heave over the bowl again.
It went on for about a minute before he sat against the wall, spent and throat burning with bile. What was happening to him..? He made a serious note to get himself checked.
*******
Aww…poor Sasuke –chan. I wonder if he’s sick… ^, ^ () Well I finally got to a little bit of lime! Sorry it’s only a tiny scrape; trust me I know how it feels to be given only a little—I’m a yaoi fangirl, too after all! Oh, and I had fun picking out Kakashi’s and mystery person’s handwriting (*thinks it’s dumb if you still don’t know who wrote it*) or, more to fact, who Sasuke imagined it was… Yeah, skitzo Sasuke-chan!
Hopefully more lemony scenes in the next chapter!
With Love,
Kaz