To Each His Life-Sasuke Uchiha
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Overnight Orphan
Chapter 1: Overnight Orphan
It was the same tonight as it was any other night. My parents and Itachi were arguing...again. The only thing different about tonight was the fact that my door was open just enough so that the words muttered downstairs drifted into my room and rose me from my slumber. Curiosity got the better of me as I climbed out of bed, across the cool hardwood floor, past the door, and out into the hallway so I could clearly understand what was being said.
*-*-*-*-
“Well, maybe I don’t want to go where you want me to,” the voice of Itachi Uchiha echoed through the small kitchen where the three of them sat discussing his future, unaware of a fourth person trying to listen in on the conversation.
“As long as you live under my roof you will do what I say,” his father getting slightly upset as he suddenly rose out of his seat, the chair he was sitting in wobbling a little before it decided not to fall on the floor.
“Settle down the both of you,” came the sweet voice of Mikoto.
“Well maybe it won’t be your roof for too much longer,” Itachi said under his breath.
“What’s that supposed to mean.” Fugaku’s anger rising at his disobedient son.
“Nothing,” came the reply as Itachi rolled his eyes.
“Your damn right nothing. We will be finishing this little discussion later, but I’m off to work.” And so he left to go to work, leaving his son and wife sitting alone in the kitchen.
“You know that we only want the best for you Itachi and this school will help you live up to your full potential.”
Just like a mother to let a child do what they want only to guilt them into doing what they don’t. Unfortunately, this tactic did not work on Itachi, someone who could have graduated high school at the age of 10 but chose to stay and piss of all his teachers by correcting every little mistake that he could find, because no matter how much he played the ‘good son’ he could care less what his parents thought about how he chose to live his life.
“I don’t care how much you nag me about that stupid ass school I am never going to go there.” His anger was reaching critical so he left the his mother alone in the kitchen to drink whatever flavor tea that she had bought at the store this week and heading upstairs to where a little spy was waiting.
*-*-*-*-
I almost didn’t hear the sound of my brother coming from the kitchen until it was too late. I hurried from my spot and rushed back into my room, carefully shutting the door and resting my back against in until I heard Itachi walk by. To my surprise, that moment never happened and just when I thought I was safe a voice called out to me.
“Shouldn’t you be in bed Sasuke?”
I went rigid when those words hit me but I slowly regained enough of myself to turn around and open the door. There stood my brother leaning against the wall opposite of my room, a glint of something evil flashed in his eyes. If only I had realized that it was real and wasn’t just my mind playing tricks on me, maybe things would be different.
“How did you know I wasn’t sleeping Itachi?” I did my best little pout like I always gave him.
He just grinned and told me, “I’m your big brother, I know these things. Now go back to bed and when you wake up everything will be just perfect.”
I trusted Itachi and so I closed the door and got back into bed, everything fading away as dreams floated into my head. I was
I quickly sat upright as a blood curdling scream reverberated in my ears. At first I just thought somebody had the volume up too high on a scary movie and it was the part where the sexy blond chic saw a dead body, but my curiosity got the better of me and again I made my way across the hardwood floor to the door. I cracked open the door to see if there was any indication that the tv was on but I had no luck. Again, my curiosity got the better of me as I crept down the stairs, carefully skipping the loose step that father never got around to fixing, and peaked around the corner and that’s when I saw it, the grotesque sight of a bloody Itachi standing over our mothers body, her blood dripping off the butchers knife that was gripped in his hand.
A million thoughts raced though my mind as the sight before my eyes slowly sank in, one being that this was all a dream and that I was still upstairs safely asleep in my bed. I closed my eyes and pinched the back of my hand as hard as I could. The pain was real, so that must mean the sight before me was real too. I slowly opened my eyes to confirm the horrifying truth, but I realized that Itachi was nowhere to be found, just the corpse of our mother lying on the floor in a puddle of blood.
I started to make my way back to my room when I heard Itachi’s voice from the kitchen. It seemed like he was on the phone, but who could he be calling at this time of night?
*-*-*-*
“911, how may I help you?” came the young voice on the other end of the telephone.
“ Fugaku Uchiha.”
“One moment please.”
“Uchiha speaking.”
“Hello father.”
“Itachi? What happened? Is everything alright?” he asked, puzzled as to why his son would be calling him at this hour.
“You just couldn’t stay out of my life could you? It seems as though I’ve done something awful, you might want to come home early,” came the fake sympathetic voice of Itachi as he spun the knife around on the table.
*-*-*-
After hearing Itachi on the phone, I quietly ran up the stairs to my room but forgot about the squeaky step and landed on it, the creak sounded deafening in the silence. At that point, I was sure Itachi had heard me so I bolted up the rest of the stairs and slammed the door shut behind me and fumbled with the lock. However, Itachi must have been right behind me because before I could get the door locked it flew open, knocking me to the floor. There in the doorway stood my brother, his hands still covered in blood.
“Now now Sasuke, you wern’t supposed to know anything about this, but since your up and about you can play the part of hostage.” He pulled me up from the floor and I could see his face for the first time, evil red eyes and a sickening smirk of pleasure. This was not the brother I knew, this was a monster.
He dragged me downstairs but stopped when we heard the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. All of a sudden, my arm was pulled behind my back and I could feel the blade of the knife on the back of my neck. A car door slammed shut and I knew it would be mere moments until the door would open and reveal our father. My mind was racing as I thought about what was going to unfold in a matter of moments, would father kill Itachi or would Itachi kill father or even me too, and should I try to escape or stay help captive?
Everything happened so fast that it was over before I knew it. Father had came in panting, saw Itachi holding me and glanced at the lifeless form of mother before quickly unsheathing his gun and pointing it at Itachi.
“Lets see if you have the guts to use that, father,” came the venomous words from Itachi as he released me, but not before the blade sunk into the flesh just off of my shoulder blade. I fell to the floor as three shots were fired and a thud and clank followed. When I opened my eyes, I was gazing into the cold dead eyes of my brother and when I tried to move away from him, that was when I felt the pain of the wound the knife had inflicted.
A/N: Reviews are appreciated but not demanded. Just a warning, this most likely won't be a fast updated story but I will try to get the rest of it up as fast as I can...hopefully.
It was the same tonight as it was any other night. My parents and Itachi were arguing...again. The only thing different about tonight was the fact that my door was open just enough so that the words muttered downstairs drifted into my room and rose me from my slumber. Curiosity got the better of me as I climbed out of bed, across the cool hardwood floor, past the door, and out into the hallway so I could clearly understand what was being said.
*-*-*-*-
“Well, maybe I don’t want to go where you want me to,” the voice of Itachi Uchiha echoed through the small kitchen where the three of them sat discussing his future, unaware of a fourth person trying to listen in on the conversation.
“As long as you live under my roof you will do what I say,” his father getting slightly upset as he suddenly rose out of his seat, the chair he was sitting in wobbling a little before it decided not to fall on the floor.
“Settle down the both of you,” came the sweet voice of Mikoto.
“Well maybe it won’t be your roof for too much longer,” Itachi said under his breath.
“What’s that supposed to mean.” Fugaku’s anger rising at his disobedient son.
“Nothing,” came the reply as Itachi rolled his eyes.
“Your damn right nothing. We will be finishing this little discussion later, but I’m off to work.” And so he left to go to work, leaving his son and wife sitting alone in the kitchen.
“You know that we only want the best for you Itachi and this school will help you live up to your full potential.”
Just like a mother to let a child do what they want only to guilt them into doing what they don’t. Unfortunately, this tactic did not work on Itachi, someone who could have graduated high school at the age of 10 but chose to stay and piss of all his teachers by correcting every little mistake that he could find, because no matter how much he played the ‘good son’ he could care less what his parents thought about how he chose to live his life.
“I don’t care how much you nag me about that stupid ass school I am never going to go there.” His anger was reaching critical so he left the his mother alone in the kitchen to drink whatever flavor tea that she had bought at the store this week and heading upstairs to where a little spy was waiting.
*-*-*-*-
I almost didn’t hear the sound of my brother coming from the kitchen until it was too late. I hurried from my spot and rushed back into my room, carefully shutting the door and resting my back against in until I heard Itachi walk by. To my surprise, that moment never happened and just when I thought I was safe a voice called out to me.
“Shouldn’t you be in bed Sasuke?”
I went rigid when those words hit me but I slowly regained enough of myself to turn around and open the door. There stood my brother leaning against the wall opposite of my room, a glint of something evil flashed in his eyes. If only I had realized that it was real and wasn’t just my mind playing tricks on me, maybe things would be different.
“How did you know I wasn’t sleeping Itachi?” I did my best little pout like I always gave him.
He just grinned and told me, “I’m your big brother, I know these things. Now go back to bed and when you wake up everything will be just perfect.”
I trusted Itachi and so I closed the door and got back into bed, everything fading away as dreams floated into my head. I was
I quickly sat upright as a blood curdling scream reverberated in my ears. At first I just thought somebody had the volume up too high on a scary movie and it was the part where the sexy blond chic saw a dead body, but my curiosity got the better of me and again I made my way across the hardwood floor to the door. I cracked open the door to see if there was any indication that the tv was on but I had no luck. Again, my curiosity got the better of me as I crept down the stairs, carefully skipping the loose step that father never got around to fixing, and peaked around the corner and that’s when I saw it, the grotesque sight of a bloody Itachi standing over our mothers body, her blood dripping off the butchers knife that was gripped in his hand.
A million thoughts raced though my mind as the sight before my eyes slowly sank in, one being that this was all a dream and that I was still upstairs safely asleep in my bed. I closed my eyes and pinched the back of my hand as hard as I could. The pain was real, so that must mean the sight before me was real too. I slowly opened my eyes to confirm the horrifying truth, but I realized that Itachi was nowhere to be found, just the corpse of our mother lying on the floor in a puddle of blood.
I started to make my way back to my room when I heard Itachi’s voice from the kitchen. It seemed like he was on the phone, but who could he be calling at this time of night?
*-*-*-*
“911, how may I help you?” came the young voice on the other end of the telephone.
“ Fugaku Uchiha.”
“One moment please.”
“Uchiha speaking.”
“Hello father.”
“Itachi? What happened? Is everything alright?” he asked, puzzled as to why his son would be calling him at this hour.
“You just couldn’t stay out of my life could you? It seems as though I’ve done something awful, you might want to come home early,” came the fake sympathetic voice of Itachi as he spun the knife around on the table.
*-*-*-
After hearing Itachi on the phone, I quietly ran up the stairs to my room but forgot about the squeaky step and landed on it, the creak sounded deafening in the silence. At that point, I was sure Itachi had heard me so I bolted up the rest of the stairs and slammed the door shut behind me and fumbled with the lock. However, Itachi must have been right behind me because before I could get the door locked it flew open, knocking me to the floor. There in the doorway stood my brother, his hands still covered in blood.
“Now now Sasuke, you wern’t supposed to know anything about this, but since your up and about you can play the part of hostage.” He pulled me up from the floor and I could see his face for the first time, evil red eyes and a sickening smirk of pleasure. This was not the brother I knew, this was a monster.
He dragged me downstairs but stopped when we heard the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. All of a sudden, my arm was pulled behind my back and I could feel the blade of the knife on the back of my neck. A car door slammed shut and I knew it would be mere moments until the door would open and reveal our father. My mind was racing as I thought about what was going to unfold in a matter of moments, would father kill Itachi or would Itachi kill father or even me too, and should I try to escape or stay help captive?
Everything happened so fast that it was over before I knew it. Father had came in panting, saw Itachi holding me and glanced at the lifeless form of mother before quickly unsheathing his gun and pointing it at Itachi.
“Lets see if you have the guts to use that, father,” came the venomous words from Itachi as he released me, but not before the blade sunk into the flesh just off of my shoulder blade. I fell to the floor as three shots were fired and a thud and clank followed. When I opened my eyes, I was gazing into the cold dead eyes of my brother and when I tried to move away from him, that was when I felt the pain of the wound the knife had inflicted.
A/N: Reviews are appreciated but not demanded. Just a warning, this most likely won't be a fast updated story but I will try to get the rest of it up as fast as I can...hopefully.