My Curse
Chapter 6
on with the next chap.
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Sasuke Uchiha lay in bed. His own bed. He wasn’t sure how long he had been laying there staring at his wall. He was still wearing his stage clothes. He had just run straight out here and after kicking off his shoes, climbed into bed. There were no lights on throughout the bus, which was good because Sasuke didn’t think he could even bear to see his own things. He was disgusted beyond anything he had ever been. He was a rapist.
Ever since Itachi had first forced sex on the then ten year old Sasuke, it had been some kind of game with the elder sibling. It was the ‘See how many times you can make Sasuke say stop before he just gives in.’ game. Sasuke had sworn that he would never treat another person that way, no matter how desperate he was. Now...he was a rapist.
His eyes watered, he didn’t cry. He never really cried anymore, but his eyes watered on their own accord. Where was his life going? Was he moving down the path correctly? He knew Itachi was someone that any normal person should distance themselves from, but being his brother was like being a lit match around a pile of dynamite. It is just dangerous. An accident waiting to happen. As he lay there, these were the thoughts going through his head. He carefully avoided the real problems. ‘How was the blonde guy doing?’ ‘Did he call the police?’ ‘Do the police have his name?’ ‘What the fuck was I doing?’
Sasuke took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. He knew he was in serious trouble with his band. Itachi and Gaara were going to kill him. But the one he was really afraid of though, was Orochimaru. Orochimaru would probably kill him too, but he made Itachi look like a kitten. The snake bastard would torture him for months, then kill him slowly.
As if they were being called, Sasuke heard the bus door open and voices through the area.
“Sasuke?” He heard from Gaara, who almost sounded concerned. “Are you in bed?”
Sasuke didn’t say anything. Maybe he could play it off as he was sleeping. He closed his eyes, and sensed when the lights came on. He felt Gaara staring at the back of his head, but he didn’t move.
“I know you are awake, Sasuke.” Gaara said. He climbed up in the bed with the raven haired teenager. “It would be better to talk to me than to Itachi or Orochimaru.”
Sasuke was shocked by the kindness in Gaara’s voice. He didn’t get the kindness from anyone very often, and he made a small noise. Then he decided to speak.
“I guess I was just too hung over.”
“Is that what it was?” Gaara asked, skeptically. “Because I don’t really believe that. You were fine before the show, I think something spooked you.”
“That’s fucking stupid,” Sasuke spat. “What would spook me in an auditorium?”
“I don’t know Sasuke, that is what you need to tell me.” Gaara said. Sasuke felt a hand on his back, as if giving comfort. Sasuke could feel the heat, and he felt ill but didn’t move.
“I wasn’t scared of anything!” Sasuke said quietly, but angrily. “I just wasn’t feeling well!”
The hand on Sasuke’s back moved in light circles, gently massaging, working it’s way up and then back down again. Sasuke closed his eyes again, wanting to shrink away from the touch of anyone right now.
“Don’t you want to talk to me?” Gaara asked again, his hand sneaking back down toward Sasuke’s waist, and then it was around, and resting on his stomach. Gaara pulled him close, and that was when Sasuke snapped. He pushed his feet against the wall and pushed roughly against the redhead, pushing him directly out of Sasuke’s bed. Gaara stood up fuming as Sasuke turned to him.
“You know, you little snob...” Gaara said, his face turning red, “Itachi is coming in here next, so I thought you would talk to me before your brother comes in here and beats it out of you, but I guess you are too stupid to take the easy way out.”
“What exactly is the easy way out?” Sasuke said defensively. “You want me to fuck you too?” Sasuke’s mouth snapped shut when he realized he had said too much. Gaara’s mouth fell open and he stared at Sasuke.
“You know what Sasuke, you aren’t as special as you think you are.” Gaara said angrily. “Itachi only does that to you because he is bored, and you are so fucking willing.”
Sasuke flushed, but he was glad that Gaara had assumed he was talking about his brother before. He glared at the redhead who continued.
“I have had sex with him too, you know, and when he is done with me, or I refuse him, he comes to you. I just don’t want your pretty head getting too fucking big, because you are no better than anyone else.” With those last words, he stormed out.
“What the FUCK?” Sasuke said to the empty room. He knew Itachi would be in to see him any minute, and he braced himself for the pain he knew would be walking into the room with his brother. He breathed deeply, and turned again toward the wall. Almost instantly there was a knock on the door.
“Hey bitch.” Itachi said when he came in the room. He shut the door behind him. “Turn around and look at me Sasuke. Now.” Sasuke turned.
“What, Itachi. I don’t feel well.”
“You are a liar and a fucking pussy.”
“What the fuck ever Itachi, I haven’t lied about anything.”
Itachi was on him in an instant. He sat on Sasuke’s legs, holding him down. He looked directly into his brother’s eyes.
“You. Are. A . Liar.” Itachi said, smirking. “I know you feel fine, but I bet I can tell you what your problem is.”
“Whatever.” Sasuke said, trying to free himself from his brother’s supernaturally strong grip.
“I saw you.” Itachi said.
“You and about 15,000 other people.”
“No. I saw you last night, with that blonde. I know what you did Sasuke.” Itachi smiled down at his little brother’s horrified look.
TBC~
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Well, another chapter. Man I love writing Sasuke, Itachi and Gaara... its fun. I got a bit off track in this chapter, but I like the way it turned out anyways... it just means I will have to add a chapter to it, or maybe 2 more than I intended. Oh well right? Hehehehe it makes me giggle. Thanks for the reviews and for sticking with me even though I am a total asshole.
-sk