Dangerously Beautiful

Chapter 8 Reversed Naruto grunted as he heaved Sasuke's heavy body higher on his weakening shoulders, sweat dripping off of his back as he wandered the foggy Konoha streets, his blue eyes scanning the area for his instructor's place. "I know it's somewhere around here..." he muttered with a long sigh. The blonde shifted his teammate's weight again, turning to see the young Uchiha's head draped lightly on his shoulder, the curse seal inglingly haunting him from the corner of his eye. With a shiver Naruto returned his gaze to the road in front of him. "Sasuke! Sasuke!" The familiar gray-haired Jounin called as he paced the few blocks around the Uchiha residence, wondering where his young student had disappeared off too after going out for a supposed 'walk'. Kakashi grumbled and held his aching head, remembering what he had gotten into when he decided to love another Uchiha. They were troublesome, but well worth the effort. The worried Jounin chased after a passer-by in the street, "Hey, hey! Have you seen a kid about this tall," Kakashi held a hand up to his collarbone, "black hair, black eyes, wearing dark clothing. You know, the Uchiha boy..." he stopped as the middle-aged woman he was speaking to took a disgusted step backwards, the disappointment evident in her eyes. "... I haven't seen him..." she muttered furiously before storming off to spread more rumors about the teacher with a taste for Uchiha. Kakashi's fingernails tore at the back of his neck as he clicked his tongue in his mouth angrily. What had he done that was so wrong? It seemed the small village of Konoha still would not forgive him for being with Itachi so long ago, their fervor rekindled now that he was dating his younger brother, Sasuke. "Sasuke..." his chest wrenched as he thought of what kind of trouble the young boy could've gotten into even in this short amount of time. The speed of his legs picked up as he mais wis way around the small town, his ankles aching as he scoped the area in front of his coal black eyes. He turned a tight corner and gasped as he ran into someone or something. Kakashi rubbed his head as he stared down, "Naruto?" he exclaimed in surprise, eyes growing wide at the sight of a wounded and beaten Sasuke hanging on his shoulders. Naruto's whiskers twitched, his arms getting shaky, "Kakashi! I was looking for you! It's Sasuke... he... he..." the blonde stopped as his gray-haired instructor quickly picked up the dark-haired boy in his arms, gently laying his limp body on the ground to inspect his wounds. The little fox couldn't tell what it was, but there was something very sincere and caring in Kakashi's eyes, something that seemed different than a relationship between a teacher and student. He disregarded the thought as Kakashi spoke. "What happened to him?" he asked, brushing back the youngest Uchiha's bangs and staring at his lifeless face, pulling down his black mask for the first time in public, wanting to be able to see the full extent of his injuries, biting his bottom lip as he saw how serious they truly were. The young blonde played with his fingers, the guilt again welling up in his aching stomach because of all he had done to cause Sasuke's pain. "He... His curse activated, and he passed out..." he mumbled, staring at his own feet and hoping Kakashi wouldn't suspect it was his fault. "It's not your fault..." His gray-haired Jounin began, allowing a long sigh of relief to come from Naruto's mouth. "It's that damn curse Orochimaru put on him, it's uncontrollable when he gets angry enough... What happened before his curse returned? What could have made him so angry?" Kakashi wondered aloud, peering over at his shorter student while still sheltering Sasuke's body from the early afternoon air. Naruto remained quiet for a long while as his teacher picked up his teammate's lifeless body and held it tightly in his arms, watching as the young Uchiha curled into Kakashi's touch even in his unconscious state and moaned into his shirt comfortably. There was just something so soothing about being held in the Jounin's inviting arms. Finally, after his instructor had already began the short trek to his home, Naruto decided sheepishly to answer, "He... I, I don't know." Kakashi turned to face the blonde ninja, a smile spreading across his now fully-revealed mouth, "Naruto, come with me, I might need some help." He offered, seeing clearly the flustered, remorseful expression on the young fox and unable to turn him away. Naruto forced a grin, his whiskers tickling his cheeks as he followed his teacher, glad he could be of some assistance, especially when his heart was aching so much inside of his chest. Quickly he caught up to Kakashi's side and looked curiously over at Sasuke's pale face, seeing the gut-wrenching expression of pain on his face and swallowing the nervous lump in his throat. "Please be okay, Sasuke..." Itachi cursed as he wandered the streets of Konoha, noticing how much the buildings and construction had changed in the five years he had been gone, somehow it all looked so familiar, but felt so distant. The eldest Uchiha brushed back his long black ponytail, grumbling as he thought of his bothersome brother, how he had completely destroyed his plans to tear Kakashi's life apart. Angrily he slammed a balled-up fist against a shop wall, the 'thud' echoing through a few buildings before coming to a final stop. "Dammit... That little brat, the next time he interrupts my plan, no one will stop me from killing him." He swore aloud. The eldest of the Uchiha clan let his blood red eyes pan the many hotels and inns that cluttered a particular block of the small Hidden Leaf Village, checking for the small Nagame Inn where he and Kisame had shared a room for the past few nights. His black robe flowed behind him as he turned down a back alley, his eyes dilating suddenly, his heart rate increasing as blood escaped his legs, nearly causing him to fall over at what he had seen. Billowing up from the remaining fractures of the small hotel were dark clouds of smoke, sparks shooting up from the evident flames that leapt from the windows and doors. Itachi gritted his teeth and quickly sprinted over to the frantic scene, pushing past the few people who were still trying to desperately escape from the burning inn. The eldest Uchiha scanned the area for his foolish partner, already aware that this definitely was his doing. Finally he found the large shark-man, standing, somewhat huddling in the nearby alleyway as if he was waiting for Itachi to arrive and scold him. "What the Hell happened here?" Itachi demanded, his cheeks reddening. Kisame chortled, "You were gone so long, I had to cause some destruction... I think I might have killed a few people too." He announced proudly, wiping a trace of someone else's blood from his aqua lips. The frustrated Uchiha sighed, "You idiot. Now you've caused a scene and everyone in this whole damn town will know we're here. What the Hell were you thinking, you bastard?!" he exclaimed, grabbing his partner by the collar and getting extremely close to his face, their noses nearly touching. "Choro choro," The missing-nin chuckled lightly, "And what about you, we've been here for days on an assignment that should've only taken a few hours. It's one damn kid, for god's sake..." he cursed, pushing Itachi's pale hands away from his neck and grabbing the hilt of his Samehade just in case this began a quarrel. Itachi scuffed, knowing he was probably right, lately he had been ignoring his mission to steal away the demon fox kid, instead choosing to focus on his emotionally driven revenge plot. He couldn't help it when he was in this town that had wounded him so badly, his hands were just itching to be soaked in blood. "I'm doing this assignment my own way, and I won't have someone at your level questioning me, Kisame." He returned angrily, his crimson eyes seemingly staring into his partner's soul before he headed off into the distant streets of Konoha. "You said you weren't going to let your past get to you... I wonder if that's true, Uchiha." Itachi held his aching head, having to press his arm against a nearby brick wall to keep himself steady and upright. His black bangs fell over his red eyes as he let out an exhausted breath, "Shit..." he muttered, wandering far enough from the flaming building so he could only see the smoke on the horizon and finally fell to the dirt ground below his feet. The eldest Uchiha stared upwards at the spreading gray clouds overhead, "I hate this town..." he began to think aloud, quick images of the many men who had taken him, in his house, in the streets, in the academy. He rubbed his temples and allowed his eyes to flutter closed. "These terrible memories won't end anytime soon unless I do something about it. The longer I stay in this damn town the more I want to kill that bastard." He mumbled, his thoughts drifting off to Kakashi, more specifically about the day they had met... It was Kakashi's twenty-first birthday, five long years ago, when his group of somewhat rowdy friends and fellow ninjas decided to take him to the famed Uchiha house for a 'good time'. The gray-haired young man had no idea what his rather unruly comrades had decided for him when they had taken him to a familiar bar, all of them stinking drunk in less than an hour. "Hey, hey! To Kakashi, the baddest..." the young man let out a loud burp and continued, "the baddest ninja in Konoha!" "No, no," another of his friends interrupted with a hiccup as he slammed his small coup of sake on the counter, requesting another, "he's the baddest ninja in the world!" he exclaimed, wrapping his arm around Kakashi's shoulders. The gray-haired ninja let out a small laugh, "Come on guys, don't say stupid things like that." He took a second drink of the bitter alcohol and wiped his lips off with his sleeve. His pale cheeks were flushed under his black mask, having only removed it for a quick second to gulp down the drink. His eyes felt heavy, but just as every time he drank too much alcohol, he was quick to deny he was anywhere near drunk. Suddenly one of his close friends grabbed his own forehead protector from around his neck and tied it firmly around Kakashi's eyes, "Okay, we're gonna' give you yer' next present, okay? Just keep that blindfold on..." he muttered, grabbing the gray-haired young man's shoulders and guiding him carefully down the city streets, the rest of his friends not too far behind him, all of them drunkenly wobbling in their walk. Kakashi's mind whirled as he thought of the many things his strange friends could have possibly planned for this night, frankly the thought of a few of them gave him the chills, but he continued anyway. His feet suddenly felt as if he was on a hard wood surface, his friends grabbing him to stop his movement as they arrived, "We're here!" the one who had blindfolded him announced, retrieving his forehead protector from Kakashi's eyes and tying it firmly around his neck once more. The gray-haired Jounin blinked a few times curiously, his vision taking a while to come back to him, both of his pure black eyes scanning the area around him. The estate they were in seemed so old-fashioned, the wooden paneled floors covered by tatami, the cloth sliding doors. Hardly anyone in Konoha still had their home in that kind of atmosphere, save for the Hyuuga family estate. He scratched his gray scalp, "Where are we?" His friends all let out a simultaneous laugh, "We reserved ya' a room at the Uchiha house, cause' it's your twenty-first birthday and all, we just wanted you to enjoy all the benefits that come with that age! Ya' can take your pick in the back room, though they're all pretty hot..." he explained, patting his young friend on the shoulder as if the events that were about to take place were no big deal at all. Kakashi's drunkenness seemed to fade away in an instant as his friends told him what he was there to do. "Are-are you kidding me? You brought me here to... to..." his cheeks flushed as he even thought of it, even Icha Icha Paradise wasn't this embarrassing. As soon as he arrived, he desperately wanted to leave. His friends called over a young woman who seemed to be serving some guests in the main room, she stood up and bowed to them respectfully, "Can I help you gentlemen?" she questioned, not spotting the cowering gray-haired youth who had been hiding behind his perverted friends the entire time. "Yea! We reserved a room a few days ago. We'd like the full line up for our friend here..." One of them shouted, his ability to control the volume of his voice greatly inhibited by the amount of alcohol he had had that night, "It's his birthday, so if ya've got any special deals or anything..." The dark-haired woman laughed, straightening her kimono, "Unfortunately no. But I will have the available clients ready for you in a short while. Please wait here." She requested kindly, a permanent smile on her face, most likely because of her luck as being chosen as the hostess instead of one who was forced to please the customers personally. She waddled off into the back rooms, heading up and down stairs to call out all those young Uchiha who were not at the time serving their customers. Itachi grumbled as he sat on his large bed, pulling the sheets over his head and closing his tired eyes. In the past few days he had serviced at least six customers, all of them sick men who were just dying to have a twelve year-old pretty boy for their own. The young Uchiha shuddered at the thought of what they had done to him, still feeling their dirty hands touching him all over his body. He moved his short ponytail behind his shoulders and prepared to have a nice long rest. "Brother! Brother!" A young Sasuke called, knocking on his older sibling's door before swinging it open, "Aunt Endou wants you out here!" he said, hurrying over to the lump in Itachi's bed and curiously poking at his immobile figure, "Are you asleep?" "Big brother?" "Are you?" Itachi let out a long sigh, "No, not anymore..." he muttered angrily, ripping the sheets off of his bed and pushing past his younger brother, "What does Endou want now?" he asked, rubbing his temples and staring at the ground below his feet. Sasuke's black eyes appeared very sympathetic, "A customer, he wants all the Uchiha to choose from, or at least, dat's what Endou said." He answered, looking up at his brother's troubled expression and feeling his heart ache in his chest. He truly did feel sorry for his brother when he had to do these hurtful things. "Tell her I'll be there in fifteen minutes." Sasuke nodded, hopping off his brother's bed before looking back for a short second, "I'm sorry you have to do this, brother." Itachi waved his younger brother over, "Come here, Sasuke." He requested, his normally vicious eyes calming for a short while. The younger Uchiha did as he was told, running over to his older brother and suddenly feeling his warm arms wrap around his small shoulders. Sasuke's eyes widened in surprise, his brother had never really hugged him before like this, maybe when he was a toddler, when Itachi hadn't been forced into the terrible life yet, when he had a much more caring attitude than this type of torture had instilled upon him. The younger Uchiha smiled, closing his eyes and sighing. "Now get downstairs and tell that old hag." Itachi said, running his fingers through Sasuke's short black hair and grinning. The younger of the two suddenly perked up, "Yes!" he returned, sprinting downstairs to go talk to his aunt, knowing already she wouldn't be pleased that he would be an entire fifteen minutes before he was ready. Itachi walked over to his bedroom door and quickly locked it so he could properly get dressed in his long kimono and apply his make-up. He hated having to see himself in that terrible outfit, but apparently the customers had some fetish for boys with eyeliner. He quickly peeled off his sweaty, tight black shirt and pulled off his short pants, discarding them in the corner of his room and staring at himself in the mirror. What kind of person had he become that he was forced to serve others like this? He was almost ashamed of himself. The young Uchiha propped his back against his bedroom wall, sitting on the wooden floor and biting his bottom lip as he pulled his shorts down just enough so he could grab his limp self in his hands. He knew he had to empty himself before his customers could get their hands on him, so he would not be so easily pleased by their sickening touches. Quietly he wrapped his skinny fingers around himself and pulled, letting out a shout before continuing, sweat dripping down his forehead as he continued to pump himself. He closed his black eyes and ran his fingers lightly up and down the extent of his shaft, then quickening the pace, running his fingers over his leaking tip and breathing heavily. His chest heaved as he encouraged himself to pull harder and tighten his grip. Soon he had both of his hands working at himself, pumping his hardening member and letting out exhausted breaths. Finally, after many minutes of this torture he let himself go, cleaning up the mess and clothing himself in his complicated garments. He applied his make-up as quickly as possible and marched downstairs, praying to whatever gods were in the sky that he wouldn't be picked by whatever sick man was downstairs this time. He sighed as he headed to the back room that was usually used just for picking the Uchiha the customer preferred. Itachi bit his tongue in his mouth as he stood next to his female cousin, on the other side his young male second cousin. It was disgusting to line up like this, as if they were pets that could be purchased for one night. His cousin placed her hand on his shoulder, "It's just one night, Itachi." "... I hope you don't mind that I'm hoping they pick you instead of me..." he returned menacingly, allowing a sort of evil grin spread to his face. His cousin chuckled as the customers stepped into the room, "Just as long as you don't mind I'm hoping they pick you." She answered, scanning the few people who had arrived, all of them relatively young men, some more muscular than others, but still better company than usual. "They're-they're pretty cute today." Itachi's male second cousin answered, only a year or so younger than him, a slight blush came to his face as he noticed Kakashi, who was definitely the looker of the bunch. "I want the gray-haired man." He said with a wide grin, already trying to flaunt himself by raising the robes he was wearing a little shorter, trying to show his long pale legs. Itachi rolled his black eyes, "Have some dignity, for god's sake. None of us deserve to be handed over to any of these damn people, no matter what they look like." "You can say whatever you want," His second cousin said with a smile, "I wouldn't mind spending a night with that man..." he shuddered and raised his kimono's length further. Kakashi sheepishly stood behind a collection of his friends, gritting his teeth together as his friends pushed him forward to pick his favorite, "Go on, it's your birthday. Pick the best one." He encouraged, his own cheeks blushing at seeing the young woman he himself had reserved a few times, waving over to her embarrassingly. There were about fifteen of them in total, brothers, sisters, cousins, aunts and uncles, all parts of the family were present, all of them erenerent and pleasing to a different kind of person. But no matter how many of them there were, Kakashi didn't want to choose them, especially the ones who were flirting with him and trying to get him to choose them. They shouldn't be enjoying this kind of life. His black eyes scanned the line-up for a long while, though he remained completely quiet. His friends were beginning to get impatient, "Come on, just pick one. I bet they're all good." The gray-haired Jounin swallowed the forming lump in his throat, looking back to his friends frantically. He had been through many life-and-death situations in his lifespan, but this was the event that seemed to make him the most nervous and terrified, "I... I can't do this! Some of them are just kids... I'm not going to do this kind of thing!" he whispered, his breathing ragged from how frightened he truly was at this moment. His friends disregarded his statements and pushed him forward once again, "Come on, we paid for em', and you better use our money." Kakashi was having a hard time picking out which one he would simply grab and go into a room with, one who would just sit with him instead of having to do anything that would make him feel incredibly guilty. The young boy who was on the end, lifting his kimono was probably the scariest of them all, since he seemed to be enjoying himself so much. A few others seemed to want to reserve him as a customer, then there were a scarce few who stood as if they couldn't care either way. His heart pounded as he looked them over, knowing he'd already made them wait for a good ten minutes while he decided. "Hey, dumb ass. Pick one of us or go home." Itachi said, crossing his arms over his chest and scuffing, kicking his feet impatiently. Kakashi grinned, that was definitely the one he wanted for the job. With a decisive point of his finger the gray-haired Jounin picked the Uchiha he wanted, the loud-mouthed, uncooperative boy who leaned against the far wall, "I'll take him." His friends laughed, "Sure, boy or girl, whatever. I guess you like yours feisty, huh?" "Yea, Kakashi. You've gotten yourself a handful." Kakashi grumbled as their hostess grabbed Itachi by the arm, seeing the disgust and anger in his black eyes. The young Jounin could tell he was not at all happy that he had been picked. In fact, he feared for his life. The two were escorted to an empty room with just a simple futon and a table for the client to serve the customer, the door firmly slid shut behind them. They both remained deathly quiet, exchanging awkward glances before Itachi grabbed his own clothing with a grumble, "Fine, let's just get this over with..." he said, peeling his long kimono off of his shoulders so his pale, nearly perfectly sculpted chest was unveiled. Kakashi blushed, "No, no, no... My friends made me come here. Really, I'm not in to this kinda' stuff." He muttered, playing with his fingers nervously and letting out a laugh. The young Jounin looked up at his astonished client, noticing the look of shock on his face. Itachi had never had anyone refuse him so openly before, to say he wasn't into that kind of stuff... He blinked a few times in surprise, "You what? Are... are you saying you don't want to do anything?" he asked, rubbing the back of his head in an attempt to understand the baffling situation. "No, you don't have to. It's my birthday you know and my friends just wanted to treat me to something I guess... wanted to make me an adult, I guess..." The gray-haired young man explained, his cheeks dyed a deep color of red at merely the thought of what they had wanted him to do. The young Uchiha sat casually on the wooden floor, ignoring his usual poise and posture and instead spreading his legs flat on the ground, grabbing a napkin from the small table and wiping a majority of the white make-up off of his face calmly. He nearly let out a sigh of relief as he realized he didn't have to please a sick customer tonight. He could simply relax, "Thanks for not... making me work tonight. Lately I've been having too many customers and it's just hard to rest..." he said, falling back on his comfortable futon and closing his eyes. "How old are you?" "..." Itachi fixed the wrinkles in his long kimono, "... twelve." Kakashi bolted up where he sat, "Twelve? And they're making you do things like this?" he asked, moving a little closer to the used Uchiha so he could see his face. Itachi nodded quietly, "I don't really want to talk about it. Besides, it's your birthday, maybe you should be out with your friends instead of stuck in here with me." "It's okay, I'm having more fun here than I was with them. Truthfully they're a little too rowdy for my tastes..." Kakashi said, hearing his loud friends cheering and applauding him from outside of the door, some of the things they were saying a little too 'colorful' to repeat. The young Uchiha sat up slowly, staring into his customer's black eyes and reaching to his facial mask, suddenly very curious about why he was covering his lower half. After pulling it fully off, with no resistance from Kakashi, he took in a breath. Gods, he was amazing. Everything about him was so attractive, his lips, his eyes, his wild gray hair. Itachi bit his lip, trying to force his stare elsewhere, "S-sorry." He mumbled, his voice fading as he customer approached him, his face now mere inches from the Uchiha's. They both seemed hesitant, Kakashi never having experienced kissing a fellow man before, Itachi never having experienced being treated so nicely by his customers before. Before anything could happen, both of them turned away, their faces a healthy red. "So... it's your birthday, and you came to a place like this? Don't tell me you're still a virgin?" Itachi asked with a laugh, the mere thought of it causing him to hold his aching stomach. Kakashi quieted. The young Uchiha brought his pale hand to his customer's soft face, caressing his soft skin and staring into his eyes. Great, he had created another awkward moment. Itachi leaned forward once more, finally daring to press his lips to Kakashi's own only lightly at first, pressing his hands to the gray-haired Jounin's chest and nearly tackling him to the floor. Kakashi blushed, soon deciding to go with the flow and wrapping his arms around his client's young shoulders, "Mm..." he moaned before they parted lips, but only for a second. The two stared into one another's eyes as if checking to see if it was all right that they continue, the looks in their tired, lustful eyes both agreeing to it. And so they went on. Itachi climbed over his customer's body as if he was preparing to please him, feeling so overwhelmed with a drive to thank him for not taking advantage of his young body. "What's your name?" The young Uchiha questioned, again touching Kakashi's soft face and nuzzling against his neck, wanting to be as close as possible to this kind, caring person. The gray-haired Jounin began running his fingers through Itachi's hair, tearing the band off of his ponytail so he could feel the silky jet-black locks that fell past his shoulders. "K-Kakashi..." he answered, placing hungry kisses on the boy's cheek and neck, trailing down to his collarbone. "Mmm... Kakashi..." Itachi repeated, swearing to remember that name as long as he lived. Just as the two were getting further in their actions, their hands wandering each other's fully clothed bodies; they heard a loud knock on the side of their door. Itachi angrily stomped over, sliding the door open only slightly so his dark eye peeked out from the small crevice, "What is it?" he demanded furiously, his fingers gripping on the handle so tightly he was close to cracking the wood. His aunt, Endou sighed, "You have another customer. He's demanding to see you." "Can't you see I'm busyake ake him buy someone else." Itachi's tired aunt let out an exasperated breath, "He says he won't take anyone else but you. Please just come with me, he's getting rowdy..." she whispered, both of them clearly hearing the upset customer shouting and slamming his fist down on the living room table. The young Uchiha looked back at the customer he was currently servicing and clenched his teeth. "I'll be right out. I'm not quite finished with him yet, so please allow me a few minutes to wrap it up." He requested, seeing her nod to him respectively and huddle off into the hallway. The young Uchiha slammed his door closed and slumped down into his customer's lap, "Dammit..." he cursed, his words muffled by the Jounin's thick clothing. "Dammit, dammit, dammit..." he repeated, the few tears that leaked from his eyes falling onto Kakashi's legs and tumbling down his shirt. The gray-haired Jounin let his hands glide along the small Uchiha's back, "What is it?" he asked, bringing Itachi's chin up with his hand so their eyes met once more. "I have another customer." The male heir to the Uchiha clan name answered, feeling ashamed for how dirtied and worn he was and leaning back down onto Kakashi's warm, inviting lap. "I have to leave in a few minutes..." Kakashi nodded, "Oh..." he said, attempting to sound as if he could care less, the tone of his voice revealing how he really felt. "I'm sorry I took up so much of your time then..." he said, pulling the young prostitute into his arms and holding his head close to his chest. "No, no, I don't want to leave. Please don't go..." "But what about your customer?" Itachi's mind was in shambles as he attempted to think of a reason for him not to see his second buyer, "I know, just... just let me pleasure you for a while, maybe then he will leave... Please, just..." he began rambling, already reaching for the rim of the Jounin's pants, tugging them down eagerly. Kakashi scrambled to pull up his trousers, "W-what are you doing? I'm not going to do that sort of thing with you!" he said, pushing the kid away from him and yanking his pants to his waist once more. Itachi was practically begging now, on his knees and crawling over to his caring customer with desperation evident in his leaking eyes, "Please, I-I won't treat you like just another Jack. Just pretend you're my boyfriend, okay? I just don't want to deal with another customer tonight..." he explained, rubbing his red eyes and stifling back a sniff. He wobbled over to Kakashi's side and stared at his own weak hands. "Please..." The gray-haired ninja touched the top of Itachi's head, "I won't do those sorts of things with prostitutes..." he started, noticing how the young Uchiha's head fell, his hand rising to wipe the forming tears from his eyes, "... I would do them with my boyfriend though..." he muttered, looking hopefully over at Itachi's wide eyes. "W-what? Are you serious? We just met, and you... you wouldn't want me, nobody wants an Uchiha for a real relationship..." The young boy explainlettletting out a slight laugh before feeling Kakashi's arms pull him back into a tight, loving embrace. "I don't care about the fact you're an Uchiha or anything else..." Kakashi muttered, already feeling his heart racing. Why was he suddenly so bold, what was it about this young kid that made him want to claim him as his own, to hold on to him and never let go? He didn't much care anymore. "I want to see you again, note ate at your job. Maybe you can visit my house sometime." Itachi blushed like the young kid he was, fiddling with his fingers, "I'd like that." The door was pounded on once again by the young boy's infuriated aunt, "Itachi! Please come out, your customer is waiting!" she demanded through the thin sliding door. Itachi nearly murdered her on the spot for interrupting him. He leaned forward to kiss his gray-haired young customer on the cheek and played with his short hair. "Can I come over later tonight?" Kakashi cupped the sides of the young Uchiha's face in his hands and pressed their foreheads together. "Sure." He answered simply, standing up with the son of the prostitution family and heading of of the room, their futon barely even touched, let alone used. The Jounin's friends greeted him as he stepped out, "Was he good? Did you finally get rid of that pesky problem of virginity?" "Yeah! Did you two go all the way? You were in there for quite a while." "C'mon, tell us what happened, Kakashi!" They demanded, tugging on his clothing eagerly to hear the detailed story. They had all gathered around him and Itachi in a tight circle so they couldn't escape to any side, pushing in further and grinning from ear-to-ear. Itachi smiled, touching his finger to his thin lips seductively, "Let's just put it this way-" he started, facing his young lover and running a small hand over his cheeks, "I should be paying him..." he whispered, standing on his toes and pressing his cold lips to Kakashi's own, the gray-haired young adult blushing the shade of a tomato skin. At this his rowdy friends roared, each swearing to celebrate Kakashi's introduction to manhood, some even offering to purchase a second prostitute for him, to which he graciously declined. They grabbed a few drinks and sat in the living room corner, Endou kindly serving them a small portion of dinner. "Here sirs, please help yourselves." She said, handing them a plate of pouake ake and tea. Kakashi watched as the stunning beauty he had just been with disappeared into a second room with his customer, a rather muscular, wretched mass of a man, who stumbled alongside the graceful Uchiha and slammed the door behind him. The young Jounin could feel his chest clench sharply as he heard that door closed, knowing the boy would now be forced into unspeakable, sickening acts with that person. Though he had only known Itachi for the small part of an hour, something came over him, something that made him want to protect him, to keep that sick man from dirtying him again. Slowly and inconspicuously the gray-haired Jounin stood among his friends, grinning widely, "I'll be right back." He whispered quietly, wandering the house as if he was looking for the nearest restroom before returning to that second room, leaning his ear against the door to hear what they were doing inside, fists balling up at his sides. Carefully be propped himself against a wall, hoping not to hear what he thought he might. "Please sir, just let me... I'm not ready yet..." "Shut up and get your tight ass over here." "... Yes sir, I'm sorry to trouble you..." The drunken man scratched his muscular arms and grabbed Itachi's buttocks in his hands, ripping off his kimono with no regard for how properly it had been fitted, tearing several hems in the process. He grunted as he removed his own pants, still holding onto the Uchiha's butt as if it were his property, and without warning, slammed it down onto his thick member. Itachi let out a wail, his entrance not even prepped yet, though his customer seemed less than concerned as he raised the boy's small body up once more and shoved his swelling shaft in again. Itachi bit his bottom lip and clawed at the man's back, his entire self-shivering at the pain that rippled throughout his entire body. Blood dripped from his torn entrance as he was forced over and over again onto the man's merciless body, prodded and invaded in places he shouldn't have been allowed. The young Uchiha could feel the tears well in his eyes before the man shot his filthy seed inside of his body, staining him with his scent. Itachi groaned and fell lifelessly to the floor, knowing this was just a small portion of the pain he would endure later on in his life. He stared at the tatami flooring with glazed black eyes until he felt a set of hands grab him again and pull him up for more. Obediently he followed through, looking at his customer and bowing, his nakedness causing him to shiver, "Yes, sir?" Sweat beaded down the perverted man's forehead as he slapped Itachi's cheek with the back of his hand, "For a whore you're not a very good fuck." He told him, giving him a few more slaps and letting out a chuckle. Itachi squeezed his eyelids shut, thinking of the customer he had just met, Kakashi... was it? A smile formed on his lips as he forced his mind elsewhere as the rowdy man pushed and shoved him as a punishment. "Eh? Are you listening to me, you punk?" The young Uchiha's eyes remained closed, his brain laced with wonderful thoughts of the Jounin, his knight in shining armor who had treated him well and promised to be kind to him. The only person in his life who had acknowledged he was more than just another street whore. He pictured those coal black eyes and grinned, even as the man's shouts and taunts began to get louder and more furious. Suddenly Itachi was forced awake from his thoughts, a rolled fist knocking him directly in the jaw and sending him spiraling to the floor below. The young Uchiha clenched his teeth and wiped the blood from his lip. "Were you even listening to me, you little brat? I ought to teach you a lesson you cheap bastard..." The man lunged at the near-helpless boy, tackling him and holding him firmly to the ground, shoving his stomach into the tatami and resting on his back. Slowly the drunkard changed his posture, "Please... stop sir..." Itachi begged before feeling the man's large hand mash his sore body down onto the mat, feeling the pattern of the flooring scrape his sensitive skin. "Shut your mouth, kid." "No... please don't... ahh! It hurts, please..." Itachi murmured as the man pressed a finger at his worn and torn opening, stretching it even further before adding a second, and a third. The perverted drunk licked his lips and clicked his tongue, "Scream louder, who will care, boy?" He leaned forward to slide his wet tongue across Itachi's porcelain face, feeling the boy cringe under him. The man pulled his fingers out of the young prostitute's small body temporarily so he could press the weight of his heavy body onto the twelve year-old's small back. "No one would care even if you died..." he taunted, causing tears to cascade from Itachi's eyes. The sickening customer suddenly let out a grunt, his voice instantly becoming ragged and strained, his entire body toppling to the ground with no resistance. Itachi blinked a few times in surprise before staring at the drunken man, flipping his motionless body over to see a large-sized kunai had been thrown into his neck, the blade having sliced through his throat and erupted from the opposite side. The young Uchiha shivered, the blood from his customer gurgling from his wound and creating a disgusting sound. Itachi swallowed the forming lump in his throat before turning to the opened door, seeing a terrified and teary-eyed Kakashi holding a second sharpened kunai in his right hand and dropping it to the ground, staring at the boy across the room. They both remained quiet before the older of the two decided to speak, "Are... you alright?" Itachi wiped the swelling tears from his eyes and nodded, "Yes." Kakashi nearly bolted over to the young Uchiha's side, grabbing his naked form and bringing him closer, his tears falling off of his face and hitting the boy's soft skin. The Jounin brought him closer into his arms so the warmth of his clothing radiated onto the quivering young ninja, "Thank god... Thank god... Thank god..." he muttered, touching Itachi's cold back and feeling his small arms wrap around his own body. "I'm going to take you out of this place..." "I swear I'm going to get you out..." Itachi slammed his fist into a nearby brick wall as those terrible memories came back to him. If it were up to him he would have gladly endured an entire lifetime of that torturous way of living rather than believe in a false hope for so long. He grumbled and returned to his position sitting in the damp streets and covering his head with his hands. "God, I hate you..." Kakashi took a cold cloth from his kitchen and placed it gently on Sasuke's forehead to cool the fever the spreading curse had caused, looking over at his other concerned student and patting him lightly on the head, "Don't worry, he'll get better. His curse seems to have gotten a little out of hand, but as long as he gets some rest he should be back to normal in no time." The gray-haired Jounin turned the youngest Uchiha's head to the side so the curse seal he had placed on him so long ago was visible, its effects obviously fading. Naruto spoke up from the side of Sasuke's bed, pointing to the bruise enthusiastically, "There you go, there you go! Just put another curse seal on him, then it can't get out of control, right? Just hurry and put one on and he'll get better, right? Right?" he suggested, nearly falling over from how far he was leaning towards his passed out rival. "Hmm... unfortunately, that won't work," Kakashi began, barely swiping his fingers across Sasuke's curse seal and hearing the agonizing scream that spouted from his mouth, the sound sending a chill up his spine, "I can't put another seal on him, or even reactivate this seal because of the great strain it will put on his body. Even the first time I decided to use that technique I wasn't sure his young body could withstand it." The gray-haired teacher ran his fingers through Sasuke's black bangs as if to make up for the pain he had caused him only seconds ago. The young blonde nodded, reaching to touch his rival's cold hand to confirm he was still alive, watching as his fingers quaked and twitched under his own. Guilt was still welling up in his stomach from all he had done to cause this. Naruto's blue eyes darted back and forth between the immobile Sasuke and the door to Kakashi's bedroom, even checking the windows when he realized Itachi might be close again. Nervously he shivered, thinking perhaps he would come back to finish Sasuke, or find the blond again. Either way it wasn't good news. "Right now it's all up to Sasuke whether he can make it through the night." Kakashi muttered, staring at his young boyfriend and feeling an unquenchable need to hold him, to kiss him, to embrace him until somehow his support had healed the problem. But he knew it wasn't going to happen. Even though he had trained in school to graduate, to pass the Chuunin exams held in that terrible arena, and excelled to the level of a Jounin team leader, even working as an Anbu member for a period during his teens, he still felt so helpless. "I'll take care of Sasuke, you can leave if you want..." Kakashi said, looking around his room and seeing an opened window by his desk, knowing Naruto had already left. The gray-haired teacher bent down to press his pale lips to Sasuke's forehead, "Please get better, Sasuke." Sasuke's body trembled, the curse marks still frighteningly visible over his body. Itachi wandered the long blocks of Konoha, soon finding himself in the thick brush that surrounded the town of the Hidden Leaf and beginning the somewhat steep climb to the outskirts of town. He stared at his own feet as he made his way slowly out of the boundaries of the city, stepping amongst the thick grass and slicked rocks before hearing a deep voice from before him, "So you had the same idea, huh?" Kisame questioned, already standing on the top of the hillside. The eldest of the Uchiha clan sighed, "Because of the trouble you caused, we have to abandon our mission, Kisame." He accentuated, making sure the damn shark boy was positive this was completely his fault. "If you hadn't caused a scene, we could have kidnapped the fox kid by now." The missing-nin from the Water country placed his hands on his hips and scratched his gills, "It could have something to do with all the time you wasted too, choro choro..." he said, holding out his hand to assist his partner in the climb up the mountainside. Itachi characteristically refused and pulled himself up, standing alongside his fellow Akatsuki member. "I suppose we have to head back to the base and admit our defeat, then?" The eldest Uchiha suggested, already turning to face the open countryside before them. Kisame clicked his tongue, holding his heavy Samehade on his back and marching alongside his partner, "That doesn't sound very much like you. I can't believe you just gave up so easily on a mission..." he muttered under his breath, searching Itachi for some kind of response. When he found none he decided to continue his slaughtering of his self-esteem, "Well, I guess you screwed up pretty damn bad on this one, so who can blame you for wanting to give up now?" After that the two remained quiet for many hours, hiking and making their way back to wherever the S-rank criminal organization headquarters was located. Itachi was still remaining quiet as he walked, not even commenting on what Kisame had said earlier, the effects of his words seemingly brushing off of his shoulders. "Itachi?" "Yes?" "Heh, I don't think I'll ever figure a kid like you out, even if I live to be one hundred..." Kisame said, letting out a laugh and reaching over to his partner's shoulders. "Well, at least I know you're not so homesick of your old town you couldn't leave. I was beginning to worry." He joked, slamming his hand on the back of his silent partner. His shocked brown marbles of eyes widened upon seeing the cloud of white smoke and green leaves that fell from the sky, Itachi no where to be found. The furious missing-nin clenched his sharp teeth together, "A replication? You bastard..." Now it was impossible to tell where Itachi wr whr what he was up to this time. Author Notes: Hahaha! Hahaha! Hahaha! OMG I'm sorry I just think it's funny how stupid Kisame is! Boy, you got DISSED! LOL Anywho, I think the flashback was really long because it's really awkward to get two ppl to like each other in like less than an hour, so it's really strange. Most of the time I have my characters kiss maybe accidentally (yes, I made them do that BEFORE I saw the third episode of Naruto) and then they would develop a relationship over a long period of time, but in here I had to make them love each other in like five seconds. Instant love!! Buy it at your local grocery store today! Hmm, I just thought of something, Kakashi looks like a pervert in my fic, cause he met Itachi when he was 12 and Sasuke when he was 12... So, it's weird. I really didn't want o yoo younger than 12 though, cause that's realllllllly wrong. So Kakashi's into shouta... lol I just want everyone to know I've had so much candy today that the easter bunny brought me that I think I might explode!! Hahahahahahhahahahahahahahaha -- Uchiha Addiction (aka Sweet Tarts addiction lol)