Dangerously Beautiful

Dangerously Beautiful

-Uchiha Addiction

This is sort of a random idea I came up with the other day after noticing that the entire Uchiha clan is pretty attractive, at least a few of them (Itachi... * drools and dies *) and Sasuke's the best... oh yeah... Truthfully I have no idea where this fic is going, so no promises...

It is yaoi, I promise that, ya'll, but if you knew me, you'd have already realized that by now... WAH! Before I begin! Random fact: I wanted everyone to know my hair is cut like Sasuke's (kinda) now, it's cooool. ^^ And another thing, don't pay attention to timing or anything in this fic, because the storyline of the manga and all is different and it's just a fic, so it doesn't have to match up perfectly. Yay!

BTW: In case you didn't know, a koto is a Japanese stringed instrument. And a kasa is a straw hat that comes to a point, like a rice-picker hat... (What Itachi and Kisame wear).


...:::Chapter 1 Fallen:::...


Sasuke rushed home from school, his little legs pushing his small body further down the dirt path ahead. He was late, and it was Friday! He had to get home and get to work or his mother would give him another severe scolding. Desperately he dropped his books and lunch on the front step and discarded his shoes at the door.

With a light cough he entered the house with dignity, his head bowed as he made his way past the few customers that roamed his estate, making his way slowly to his own room. Slowly he slid the wooden door open and entered, letting out a loud sigh and falling to his rump. Every Friday was like this, not to mention the weekends when the Uchiha clan would have nearly one dozen customers. He grumbled, knowing he had a job to do.

He reached into his closet and pulled out the long, elegant crimson kimono that seemed to flow from his small shoulders. Though he was only six, his looks were coming along nicely, from his jet-black hair to his milky white skin, he was growing up to be quite attractive, almost matching the looks of his much sought-after older brother.

After changing into his traditional garb and straightening his clothes so there was not a fold or wrinkle, he sat by his desk mirror, applying pale white make-up to his entire face, and a dab of light pink lip gloss to his bottom lip. With his slanted eyes left halfway open, he looked like a beautiful woman at least twice his age. He slipped on the sandals he wore inside of the house and headed back into the mass of people outside.

Quickly Sasuke shoves past them, grabbing his mother's kimono tightly in his small hands, "Mother, have you seen it?"

"Seen what, dear?" She questioned as she rested her hands comfortably on a customer's chest, letting a purr ripple from her lips.

"My koto!"

Suddenly the young boy felt a slight punch on the top of his head, turning around to see his own instrument was the culprit, or rather, the hand that was holding the bulk of the old wooden koto. Sasuke's dark eyes lit up to see his brother with a rather unamused look on his face, "Big brother..."

Itachi said nothing as he handed the instrument to his younger brother, knowing he too had a job to do tonight. He did however, speak up as soon as his back was turned to Sasuke, "Come on, I have a customer tonight..." he mumbled.

Sasuke followed his older brother into one of the private rooms of the Uchiha estate, seeing a large, muscular man sitting casually on the floor next to a rolled-out futon, drinking sake straight from the bottle. His cheeks were red from the amount of liquor he had obviously consumed before the two had even reached the room. Even so, he heaved the bottle to his loose lips and wiped his mouth with his sleeve, "Hey, you took a damn long time to get down here, I'm only paying you half!" he shouted, scowling at the two brothers.

Itachi and Sasuke both fell to their knees, touching their foreheads to the tatami flooring to apologize for their absence, Sasuke still holding his trusty koto as Itachi turned to close the door behind them.

Their customer was in his early thirties, in the very least, his disheveled clothing and rugged appearance showing he had just gotten off work an hour or so ago. He impolitely scratched at his chest and stared at the two beautiful Uchiha for a moment.

They were both decked out in traditional kimonos and make-up, both appearing too delectable and good-looking that the drunken man was almost sure he was imagining things. "So, which one's mine? That little one looks like a good fu..."

"He's not for sale, I mean, yet. We are not selling his virginity yet..." Itachi interjected quickly, stepping forward himself, "I'm your host..."

Sasuke took this as his cue and hurried his small self to the corner of the room, positioning his koto to the left side of his body and striking it slowly, playing wonderful and melodious notes as hiotheother went to work.

Itachi poured his customer another cup of sake, praying to himself the drunken idiot would pass out before he had to do anything. "More, more, you piece of trash... Where did you learn to pour like that?!" the man exclaimed, running his hand through his scruffy brown hair angrily.

Itachi bowed his head as he continued pouring, "I am sorry."

Sasuke continued to play the koto, his Sharingan nearly flaring up as he became infuriated with the way his older brother was being treated. Still, he struck the koto's tightly wound strings carefully.

The man leaned back in his casual posture as he finished the bottle of sake, making a content smack of his lips as he eyed his prey. "So Uchiha, are you gonna' get going, what am I paying you fer' then?" he demanded.

Itachi nodded, slipping his kimono off of his pale shoulders and revealing a slim, semi-built chest, two pinkened and hardened nipples and a seductive belly button. Quickly he derobed his entire body, hating this part of the job the most. He was naked-exposed, while his customer was comfortably dressed, he always felt so vulnerable.

The perverted client let out a low laugh at the small, supple form in front of him before pushing the helpless young boy to the floor and having his way with him.

Sasuke's dark eyes looked up to a sight he had seen many times in his lifetime as he played the koto, but that no one at his young age should have ever seen. His older brother rested on his knees as the customer leaned over his body, sticking himself into him and pushing into his body. Sasuke tried to concentrate on playing the music, but knew the sounds of his strumming could not overcome the sounds of his brother's yelps and screams and his customer's grunting.

Sasuke watched innocently as the man began pumping harder into his older brother, causing Itachi to wince in pain slightly before regaining his composure. The older man humped his back like a dog in heat, his own essence dripping down Itachi's pale legs and staining him with his filth. The customer let out a laugh as he gripped the Uchiha's erect member in his rough fingers and pumped him violently, pushing his hand up and down and tightening his grip.

Itachi could not help but whimper as the man pulled him so hard it felt as if he might just tear it right off. He stared off at the opposite end of the room as he was brutally taken advantage of, his eyes meeting up with a frightened younger brother's for a short second. Itachi feigned a smile, as if he wasn't hurting, as if his self-esteem wasn't being taken through the ringer. Sasuke knew better.

Sasuke finally stopped his playing of the koto when the customer had fallen asleep. His older brother cleaned himself up and put his kimono over his naked body once again. Sasuke felt tears well up in his eyes, wiping them away and stifling back a sniff, "Big brother..." he whined out loud, bursting into a full-on cry.

Itachi sighed and headed over, taking the young boy in his arms and embracing him tightly, tears running down his own face, "Sasuke, we have to be strong, remember, we have to be strong for the clan." He explained.

"But, but, he was beating you, and he didn't even prep you."

Itachi nodded, his black eyes staring caringly at his younger brother, "Sasuke, sometimes you have to put these things out of your mind and think of something greater. And I promise, one day I'll deliver you out of this."

"What?" Sasuke questioned curiously before his brother grabbed his arm and took him out of the ill room, leaving the snoring and bumbling idiot all alone. Itachi straightened his costume and headed back into the main room where the guests were greeted, waiting for another job.

Sasuke sighed, looking at the wooden koto in his hands and pressing his small fingers on the strings, hearing a strange note whistle out before he realized he had pressed too hard and torn the string. He gasped, "Ah!" aloud and pointed to his instrument to his brother, "Big brother, the string, I pressed too hard... I'm sorry."

Itachi put his hands to his hips, "Boy, you really are a bother. Come on, I'll get that fixed for you," he whispered before heading off to his own room, closing the door behind him and hearing the groans of his cousins next door. The older Uchiha sat down in his flowing royal blue kimono that had been laced with golden thread and took his brother's koto in his hands.

Carefully he tore the broken string away and grabbed a replacement, "Never forget, Sasuke, the more you push and strain a string, the more brittle it becomes." He wrapped the cord around the tip and the base of the ancient instrument and carefully checked its tune, "and then you never know when it will just..." he turned to face his shaking little brother, his blood red eyes seemingly glowing in the dark. "Snap."

Sasuke never seemed to understand what his strange older brother was talking about, but nodded nonetheless. Suddenly their mother slid the wooden door open with a serious expression on her face, "Itachi, son there's a client out here, he says he's not here to buy, but he wants to see you..." she said with a wave of her hand.

"Stay here." Itachi demanded of his younger sibling, knowing already who was waiting for him outside.

Sasuke sighed and fixed the remainder of his koto, staring at the strings for a short while before slamming the instrument to the ground, "Dammit." He cursed, his young legs forcing him to stand as he pitter-pattered his small feet to the front of the house.

Who would request Itachi at this time of night without it being a customer? Sasuke wondered to himself, tripping up over his long kimono and falling onto his face. He growled and made his way to the front yard, seeing a rather tall young man leaning against a tree, his leg resting on it calmly as he waited.

Sasuke squinted his eyes, trying his best to see whom it was in the haze of darkness outside, the clouds passing over the moonlight and making it virtually impossible to discern. The young Uchiha slammed his small foot on the ground before seeing his older brother run outside barefooted, and falling into the older man's arms helplessly. "Geez, I've never seen Itachi act that way before..." he mumbled aloud, his spying ended abruptly when he felt his mother's hand touch his shoulder.

"It's not nice to peek in on your brother, you know." She scolded playfully, running her fingers through Sasuke's short hair.

Sasuke stared into the dark evening, "Mother, who is that out there?"

His mother sighed, "I don't know, Sasuke. He's never come by before, but he didn't even want to purchase one of us tonight. He said he needed to talk, so I trust it's important shinobi business, you know?"

The youngest of the household nodded, "I guess..."

Itachi dragged his accomplice through the back entrance to the estate, in order to avoid the other customers and the rest of his persistent family. He dragged the stranger into his own room and quickly slid the thin door closed.

Sasuke followed his brother like a hawk, desperately wanting to know whom this mystery man was. Like a sneaky little brother he slid his older brother's door open and stared in with a single dark eye. "Big brother?" he whimpered innocently, requesting entrance.

Itachi grumbled, snapping back at his brother, "Go away!"

Sasuke whined and crossed his arms over his chest as he parked himself directly in front of the door, refusing to move stubbornly.

Itachi let his head fall to the stranger's chest, his tears dripping down his pale face and ruining his intricate make-up, "I prayed you would come... I knew you would." He muttered, his voice cracking as his emotions caught up with him. His slender arms wrapped around the man's waist, clutching at his olive green vest.

A low, rumbling voice arose from the stranger's mouth, sounding muffled, "Itachi, I hate seeing you dressed like that, knowing other people are constantly taking you from me. And, I can't do anything to prevent it..."

"Kakashi..." Itachi whimpered, leaning up to place a light kiss on his lo's c's cheek, moving his lips a little to the right and capturing the older man's lips roughly.

The stranger called Kakashi cupped the back of Itachi's head in his hand, the longs black hair getting caught up within his tight fingers. Itachi bent his neck, lapping his tongue in and out of Kakashi's mouth and finally letting up, leaning back and depriving his elder of the taste of his young mouth. "Kakashi, I love you..."

Sasuke's pale cheeks reddened, even through the white coats of make-up at the statement, "Big brother's in love? Who is this guy...?" the young Uchiha wondered, leaning forward to see the room that was still shrouded in darkness. All he could make out were sketchy silhouettes of a tall man with wild hair that seemed to bloom from his head and a muscular form otherwise.

Itachi purred like a tamed wild cat in the older man's a pre pressing Kakashi down onto his rolled-out futon and nuzzling into the crook of his neck, "You've finally come... to take me away from here..." he muttered.

Kakashi pulled Itachi's slender body down to rest on his own and placed countless kisses onto his face and neck before responding, "Itachi, I want to take you away from this place, but..." he trailed off, staring into his lover's eyes and hoping he wouldn't be to disappointed. "Not tonight. I don't have enough strength to take you and your brother tonight. I need more time." He explained, his single Sharingan eye glowing brightly.

Sasuke raised an eyebrow as he watched the two, "What's he talking about?"

Itachi rose from where he was perched and remained deathly sileor aor a long while, "Kakashi, you promised the next time I saw you, you would take me away from this! My brother is not going to be put through this life like I was! The way things are going, it will only be a few years before they sell his virginity. I don't want him to go through that..." he sobbed tiredly, causing more of his eye make-up to run and drip down his cheeks, his kimono wrinkled and fumbling off of his shoulders clumsily.

Kakashi nodded, understanding how hurt Itachi feelfeeling that the gray-haired Jounin was unable to keep his promise. "Kidnapping two of the Uchiha clan and going on the run with the rest of the clan and authorities after us isn't going to be easy, Itachi. Even if they say you were old enough to leave with me on your own, there's no way they'd let Sasuke stay with us."

"But they're going to sell him soon!"

"I know! Dammit Itachi, don't you think I know that?" Kakashi reached a single hand up and wiped the young Uchiha's tears away, capturing some of his face paint on his thumb. "He's your brother and you care about him, but I don't think I can take both of you away now." He said, staring down at the ground before allowing both of his eyes meet up with Itachi's own.

Kakashi braced himself as Itachi's right hand swiftly swung by his face, striking his cheek violently. "Bullshit. You're just afraid." He stood up, pacing the room in a desperate attempt to vent his anger, "I'm the one who gave you the Sharingan, remember? You wouldn't be anything without me!"

Sasuke shuddered at hearing his older brother yell at the top of his lungs, remembering the many times he had heard that terrible shout directed at himself. He leaned forward as he heard nothing but silence, his ear propped up to the door as he bit nervously at his fingernails. His kimono was disheveled and gathered at his knees as he rested in the hallway, customers, and family both pushing past the young boy to get by.

Kakashi was quieted, touching his left eyelid and feeling the thick scar that traveled down his face, "Itachi, I will deliver you from this life someday..."

"When? When so many men have fucked my body sore that I can't sit any longer? When every sick and lonely man in Konoha knows me by name and passes me around until I'm raped and killed someday? What the Hell will it take to get you to realize I can't handle this anymore?"

"Then why don't you escape yourself, Itachi?!" Kakashi returned, standing and grabbing Sasuke's older brother's wrists tightly in his hands, pushing him to the wall behind him in what appeared to be a threat.

Sasuke wanted to run in, to stop this stranger from hurting his brother, but then noticed the gray-haired man wasn't doing anything harmful.

Itachi's lips curled into a curt smirk, he casually pulled his pale fingers through his dark bangs and nodded, "Maybe you're right, Kakashi. Maybe you're right."

The gray-haired Jounin released his lover's arms and back-tracked a few steps, "What do you mean by that?" he questioned, not wanting anything to happen to the one he had cared so much about.

"Nothing, nothing. Sasuke, I know you're outside. Come in here." Itachi replied with a little chuckle as his younger brother fumbled right outside of the door and tripped over his own feet, landing in the room with a loud 'thud.'

Kakashi let out a laugh, seeing the cute young boy ruer qer quickly to his big brother's side, clutching onto his clothing tightly and hiding behind Itachi's leg shyly. Itachi chuckled, "It's alright, Sasuke. He's a friend." He told him, grabbing the young boy underneath the armpits and placing him in front of the young Jounin.

Kakashi played with the youngest Uchiha's short black hair and grinned, "He looks just like you, Itachi. He's so cute..."

Sasuke blushed before noticing the gray-haired Jounin had one glowing Sharingan in his left eye, "Hey, he's not one of us! How did he get that?" he asked, sort of ticked off that someone who was obviously not a part of their clan would earn something so important like that.

Kakashi smiled, choosing to ignore the little boy's question. Suddenly Itachi pulled his brother back into his own arms and stared at his lover with a murderous glare. "I think our conversation's over, Kakashi. You were right, I should do something for lf.\lf." He muttered like a promise, his blood-red eyes flashing on one last time before he dragged his little brother out of the room.

The young Jounin thought for a moment he should attempt to talk to the rash young Uchiha for a minute before figuring it would be useless. As long as Kakashi had known Itachi, once he had made a decision, he wouldn't go back on it for all the talk in the world.

One year later, Itachi had carried out his plan. His entire clan was brutally murdered by his own hand after the young Uchiha realized he couldn't take the humiliation anymore. He and his brother were the only ones left.

Kisame raised his built arms over his head, letting out a long sigh as he and his partner stared down from the top of the eastern mountains to the vast, bustling city below their feet. He blinked his small marble eyes a few times in silence before preparing to speak, "So, this is your old home. You feeling homesick yet?" he questioned with a certain amount of sarcasm.

"No, not at all." A seductive voice mumbled from behind the banished ninja from the Water country. He took a step forward, seeing the sights, sounds, and smells of Konoha he had long since forgotten. He took a moment to take them in before quickly realizing why he had left the town years ago.

Kisame let out a thunderous laugh, "Well, we have a job to do."

Itachi nodded, his eyes glowing red with hate and pent-up rage that had welled in him for a long while. At his side, his fists clenched, the knuckles fading white as he decided to lead Kisame into town. "Yes." He answered. "Yes we do."


Nyao! For once I wrote a fic with multiple chapters!! Coolness. Poor Itachi, he was justoy-toy-toy... and Sasuke would have been one too. This fic gets a lot more complicated, and a lot different, with MANY pairings... So review, or I won't continue b/c of lack of inspiration. ^^ please!!