Devil's Own

Devil’s Own

Disclaimers: Standard disclaimers applied. Naruto and all of its characters belong to their rightful owners. This story is written for the sole purpose of entertainment only. So, please don’t sue me!


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Part V
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“That Sasuke of yours is very protective of you,” Itachi said to the blonde beside him as they watched the black car drove away taking the younger Uchiha to his destination.

“He’s not my Sasuke,” Naruto replied sullenly.

“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that.”

Naruto looked at him directly in the eyes, “Will you, Itachi-san?” he said then smiled,”I rather hope not.”

Itachi stood there spellbound. The blonde’s meaning was unmistakable. But did he fully realize what he was saying? Before he could protest that he belonged to his brother and he certainly couldn’t forget it, Ino came and told them breakfast is ready. When Itachi left that morning, Ino walked over to him,” Itachi-sama is nice and charming, don’t you agree?” she asked.

“Yes,” Naruto replied,” Do you like him?”

“Everyone in here likes him. And it’s easy to see that you do as well. But, just remember he’s more charm than substance.”

The younger blonde held his tongue but thought to himself that Ino was wrong and she just wanted him for herself.

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“Itachi-san,” Naruto called, hoping that the others wouldn’t hear the adoration in his voice, “Would you please drive me to Ero-ji-san’s place?”

“There's no problem,” Itachi replied indulgently, “I’ll have someone drive you.”

Really wanting to be with him, he pouted cutely, “I would like you to drive, or at least accompany me, those men of yours drive like all the demons in hell are chasing them,” he exaggerated a little.


Wanting to be alone with blonde boy just as Naruto wanted to be with him, ”Alright,” he said willingly, ”Let’s go.”

He accompanied the blonde to the Master Oyabun’s estate as the blonde requested and waited patiently until his visit is over.

Naruto was fascinated at the collection of books, maps and paintings at Jiraiya’s library. Bookshelves decorated the whole room from wall to wall; a large antique globe stand at the center of the room and velvety carpet canopied the wide space.

Jiraiya spoke different languages with fluency; from English, Mandarin to Greek and Gaelic. He patiently taught the blonde his knowledge and was delighted that he was apt to learn quickly and began probing the extent of the blonde’s intelligence. They didn’t even notice the eyes that were studying them intently through the crack of the door. The old man really liked Naruto and would look forward to his next visit.

Itachi drove the blonde back to his younger brother’s house, he wanted to be with him longer but a sudden important business called for his attention, “It’s a nice day with you, Naru-chan,” he smiled, ruffling the blonde’s unruly hair, “See you again tomorrow.”

The blonde flushed and did what he dreamed to do all day: he stood up on his toes and kissed his cheek, “Promise,” he said smiling at Itachi, seeing only his smiling face and not the guards disapproving glances.

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SLAP!

“This is all your fault!,” Sakura screeched,” if you had taken my ‘gift’ straight to Orochimaru and had not taken a detour and placed him for auction, things will smoothly go as planned!” said a seething Sakura to the white haired man with glasses.

The said man glared at her which she glared back with equal fervor, challenging him to do anything. Cheek burning and swollen, he raised a hand to strike off the smug look on the pink haired bitch’s face.

“Kabuto,” said a bone chilling grave voice, interrupting him. Grudgingly, he lowered his hand and contended himself with death glares.

“That’s not the way to treat a lady,” a pale man with long black hair and amber eyes said as he turned the swivel chair around to face them,” Please be seated, Sakura-san,” a synthetic smile implanted on his face.

“Patience is a virtue,” he added.

“Whoever said that is a dumb person,” Sakura said looking at Kabuto at the mention of “dumb” as she sat down on the offered seat across Orochimaru’ oak desk, “And if he wasn’t already dead I’ll be happy to help him,” she added crossing her legs.

“I’m sure you would,” he agreed then changed the topic into more important issue, “How’s Jiraiya doing?” he inquired.

“The poison is a slow worker but effective. He started to have hallucinations, even called the stupid blonde Arashi,” she frowned.

“When do we expect the poison to reach its full course?”

“Soon. Very soon,” she assured, “However, we need to take care of the blonde,” she said sourly, “with his frequent visitations ruining the plan.”

“Ah, yes. The blonde pet,” Orochimaru mused, “I’ll leave it to you, Sakura-san. You have taken care of a blonde before, I’m sure you can murder a second,” his voice was sickeningly twisted with amusement.

“Things are running smoothly if it wasn’t for your stupid servant and his stupid actions,” she glared at Kabuto, “It’ll be a difficult task, the stupid boy is well guarded,” said in a irate voice.

“So I’ve heard,” the twisted amusement in his voice never faltered, “It really piqued my curiosity as to what the Uchihas saw in that boy. It was very regretful on my part not to have an opportunity for sampling my ‘gift’,” he laughed lewdly, then got serious, “Make sure that he won’t be a problem.”

“Hai. I’ll lay the Brotherhood at your feet with the blonde as a bonus, but leave Sasuke to me.”

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Uchiha Itachi didn’t want to be a yakuza. In fact, he didn’t want to be much of anything. Given a choice, he would take his family fortune into a different path, expand the already flourished businesses, playing with a dozens sons and daughters and coming home to a devoted wife while keeping an array of young mistresses in line.


But he didn’t have that choice. Being the first born son of Uchiha Oibito, he knew his dream life was already exiled to a far away land and executed long before he had dared to dream them.

At the young age of fourteen, Itachi had taken his father’s position in the Brotherhood after his father’s death under the betrayal of their beloved mother. In blind rage, he killed them, his own mother, the people who knew about the acts of sins, his father’s trusted friend and mother’s lover was the same person who had hurt his little brother.

At that tender age, he’d committed a crime. Heart and soul wept at the lost of his innocence. He fought through the hardship of life, cared or his younger brother while keeping his sanity intact. He and Sasuke made through it all, but with a price. Those traumatic events had shaped them to what they are today: cold, heartless, uncaring…any degrading things someone could think of. Emotions were just fleeting things.

He was genuinely surprised when he heard that his younger brother had kept a young lover at his estate. His curiosity intensified when Sasuke spent his little victory party with him, drinking while giving little to no information about the boy. And he was further puzzled when his brother sent for a willing servant woman and alternately shared her with him.

In the gathering held at the Master Oyabun’s estate, a few weeks after his drinking session with Sasuke. He saw Naruto standing beside his younger brother, he had looked at him, locked their eyes for a brief moment, he smiled shyly and then lowered his head. When Sasuke introduced them, he let himself drowned into those bright cerulean eyes that promised of unconditional love, love that forgives any transgression and demands nothing.


“This should do,” Itachi said, holding a .45 caliber gun, he removed the cartridge and loaded it.

They were in the basement of the dojo; arrays of different weapons displayed around the armory, from guns to blades to bombs were all here. Even an old gut ling gun and a missile launcher are in the room.

The older Uchiha flicked the lights on in the target shooting area and motioned the blonde to come. Itachi was an excellent shooter that made him even more admirable to the blonde’s eyes.

“Now, you try,” he said as he replaced the target board.

Naruto frowned at the gun handed to him, “Is there anything less dangerous than this?” he looked at Itachi, “Because I don’t think I can shoot anyone.”

“When the situation calls for it, believe me you will,” he replied.

Unlike the older Uchiha, Naruto was a lousy shooter. He was shooting at everything but the target. Impatience clearly evident in his contorted angry face as he tried to shoot at the target he kept missing. With one last attempt, he knocked the target board off the conveyor.

After his shooting rage, Itachi was inconsolable, he was laughing heartily at the scowling blonde. When his laughter finally died, he managed to speak, “You either need glasses or the gun is a retard,” he teased.

“Well, excuse me for not being a professional,” Naruto huffed, completely irate for being laughed at.

“It’s alright. There’s no need to be mad all you need is more practice,” Itachi soothed, putting his hands on the blonde’s shoulder and turned him to face him, he smiled, “I’m getting fond of you, Naru-chan,” he said staring to his blue eyes, “Maybe a little too fond. But you belong to my brother. In spite of what I feel, might want, there can never be anything between us. I just wished that it was me who’s on the auction that night, but beyond that there must be nothing.”

Despite his words, Naruto’s heart sang. Itachi loved him, he knew he loved him but didn’t want to betray a brother. Their love was overwhelming; it could overcome everything, even Uchiha Sasuke. Sooner or later, he would take him away with him and the whole world would be different.

He smiled softly at him, “I’m fond of you too, Itachi-san. You are a real friend. I know we will remain friends not even the Teme can forbid that,” he replied.

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During the several days that passed, Naruto practiced in the shooting area, go to Jiraiya’s place for his weekly visit and spending more of his time with Itachi, making sure to get him alone without being obvious and less with his friends. Romantic notions filled his head, to him the older Uchiha would be a perfect lover, he would be his ticket to freedom. All he needed was a little bit more persuasion and pure love for him to realize the error of his ways and leave his mob life.

Ino saw the change in her blue eyed friend, the sullenness mingled with dreaminess in his eyes and the coldness towards their friendship. She recognized the signs; Naruto was in love with what she thought the older Uchiha. She was worried because she knows them well enough, Naruto was still young while Itachi has the lacked of strength to resist the blonde and the sinlge-minded devotion to take him to his bed, but will not challenge his younger brother for him, yet, knowing that Naruto would easily mistake concern for jealousy. Ino remained quiet and silently prayed to the gods in heaven that her hunches were wrong.
Their closeness was increasingly alarming, they were always alone and paid no attention to the curious looks they were given. They became a common sight, walking hand in hand with the blonde’s initiations; they talked of the blonde’s family, the Brotherhood and Naruto’s interests. The only thing they never discuss was Uchiha Sasuke.

One night after they returened from the concert they watched which earned a lot of protests from Sai, repeatedly reminding them of Sasuke’s orders fell on deaf ears. Itachi walked him to the room he shared with the younger Uchiha, he pushed him against a wall and hungrily kissed him. Shocked, Naruto couldn’t respond at first, but after a patient coaxing he started to mimic Itachi’s movements, kissing him back as hungrily as he kissed him.

‘He kisses differently from Sasuke-teme’ he thought.

His eyes suddenly snapped open, horrified at the thought of someone might see them, or already seen them, he struggled against him and pushed him hard away from him.

He had never seen anger in his eyes before, but it was there as Itachi grabbed his hand. The fire in his eyes subsided as he looked into the boy’s frightened eyes and a smile came once again to his lips and kissed his hand.

“I should go back to my place,” he sighed, “If I stay here, I will surely make a trip from my bedroom to yours, whether you like it or not,” he shook his head and released his hand.

He stood there dumbfounded as he watched Itachi disappeared in the corner. His heart pounded heavily on his chest. When the raven head was out of sight, Ino came out of the shadows, startling the blonde.

She walked over to him and confronted her friend, “I have something to tell you that you’re not going to like. You are my friend, Naruto and I must say it,” she sighed heavily before continuing, “Everyone noticed how you act around Itachi-sama, sparkly and bubbly. And you two were always alone. Saskura-sama already started the rumor that you two are lovers and it’s all over the estate,” Ino paused to look at he friend’s stone face, “Itachi-sama is not the right person for you,” she sighed again, “He will never be faithful to you or will have the courage to take you away from Sasuke-sama. He values his brother too much. He will only break your heart. Sasuke-sama cares for you and takes care of you. Sai, is doing everything to keep the rumors from reaching him, but I doubt…anyway, he’s bound to hear them when he’s back. Call him and convince him they are not true….”

Naruto’s face cracked, “You only want him for yourself that’s why you’re telling me this!,” he said with fury, “Itachi-san loves me and I love him. He is good and he will take me away from this damn place! How can someone lie you understand him? You’re only a servant to him.”


“And you, will only be another body on his bed,” Ino replied, completely hurt at the younger teen’s outburst.

“Get out!” Naruto yelled angrily, “Leave me alone!”

Ino left silently. Naruto regretted his deed. He wanted to follow her and apologized. But why would he? A part of his brain silently argued, he was right and Ino was just jealous. He pushed all his guilt aside.

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There were things he wished he have some control of, but he don’t. Like the sun rise after the dark to gave way to the light or the rise and fall of tides. It happened so fast and before he knew it, nature has taken its course, or attempted.

It was almost sunset when they finished their shooting practice, Naruto begged him to have dinner with him, and he refused as he had before. But when he opened a bottle of an expensive wine and childishly demanded that he share it with him. Before he knew what happened, he was sitting across the dining table from the blonde boy with servants nowhere in sight.

Filled with joyous conversation and warmed by the wine, Itachi gazed at the sensuous pink lips, smooth slender neck and flushed face. All his resolves that the boy was out of bounds jumped out of the window and never returned. In unguarded moments, he had visualized Naruto naked on his bed, soft skin against his, ripe and sweet for the taking. For the past few days he had sensed the blonde’s willingness, even eagerness. All he had to do was take him to his bed.

He debated for a moment. What did his little brother felt for this boy? It was hard to know. Sasuke never spoke of him and steadfastly ignored questions about him. If he felt something for this boy, he would certainly not ignore him. If Naruto was some passing amusement, he would probably pass him around. Whatever his brother felt for Naruto, the boy made it clear that it was not reciprocated.

Why not? He asked himself. Why not have a few nights of stolen pleasure before Sasuke returned? It would be all the more exciting, knowing that it would be their secret. Surely, Naruto had the sense of never telling his brother and neither would he. So, before the guilt of betraying his brother polluted his conscience, he decided to act quickly.

He rose from his seat, grabbed the blonde by his wrist and led him to the empty dojo. After dismissing the guard, he slid shut the door and kissed the blonde passionately, “I’ve waited for so long,” he whispered.

“I’ve waited too, Itachi. I love you.”

“I love you too, little one.”

He laid him on the wooden floor, his lips pressing hot trail of kisses against the blonde’s bare chest. His hands reached for the button of his pants and whispered, “We can never let Sasuke know about this.”

He felt the boy stiffen, “Be practical. You belong to my brother and until he gives you up, if he ever does, there can be no future for us. We can only steal moments like this and hope that things will change.”

“Of course, it’ll be different,” Naruto responded, sitting upright, scared that his dreams were about to shatter, “If you love me, you can take me away from here. We can go somewhere else.”

“Naru-chan, you don’t quite understand. I’m an essential part of the Brotherhood and it will not allow us to go. Even if we successfully tried, there’s nowhere we can go and nothing we can do.”

“But if you really love me, “he persisted, “Surely, you don’t want me to go back to Teme. I want to be with and stay with you.”

“Naru-chan, I’m really fond of you. But you must grow up. Things will work for us someday but right now, let’s leave it like that for the moment.”

Itachi kissed him again, pulled him to the floor and lay on top of him. Struggling, Naruto pulled away from him and cried, “You don’t love me. You just want my body. I’m so stupid! I hate you!”

Knowing that he had lost the game, he released the struggling boy. Once he was on his feet, he snatched his shirt from the floor and towards the long hallway to the mansion.

Itachi thought of following him. But what could he say or what could he do? He really felt protective towards him, but Naruto did really think that he could rearrange the world for him? Instead, he rose to his feet and went back to his own place.


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