Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Baby Brother ❯ The Stench Of Hatred ( Chapter 2 )

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Baby Brother
Chapter 2
The Stench of Hatred
Itachi woke the next morning slightly confused and had a massive headache. Plus, it took him a second to remember where he was at. He rolled over on his side to stare across the room. He noticed something on the floor. A empty fifth of Wild Turkey. That's right. Every came flooding back to him and he moaned out load, burying his face in the pillow.
After his brother had left him, he had been so on edge with rage and upset that he even lost control of his emotions in the first place. He had gotten shitty faced and then passed out. Now he was regretting the decision, but at the time it served it's purpose. He was more upset with his brother then he cared to portray.
He hadn't been expecting to find Sasuke in a place like this. Let alone working for this place. How the hell did Orochimaru get a hold of Sasuke in the first place? None of this made sense to Itachi at all and goddamn it, why did he care so fucking much?
Why couldn't he just write it off as none of his business? Why did he feel some sort of obligation to step in and take charge of the situation? He hadn't played big brother for over nine years, so why did he feel obligated to do so now? It made absolutely no sense and was putting him even an even sour mood then he already was.
He forced himself to sit up and stare at the comforter until the spinning in his head slowed enough for him to see straight again. He winced at the loud pounding issued to his door and growled in irritation. Then Kisame's booming voice followed in it's wake and Itachi saw red. Next to the noise and the pain that was slicing through his scull, someone was going to die today.
He rose to his feet as gracefully as possible and stalked over to the door. He wrenched it open and glared at his blue man partner. Kisame stared back, wide eyed and startled to see Itachi so disheveled. Itachi only glared and spat at him.
“Is the world coming to an end?”
“No.” Kisame answered confused.
“Did the leader send a urgent message?”
“No.”
“Did Orochimaru miraculously kill over and everyone is dancing on his rotting corpse?”
“No, but that would be-”
“Then leave me the fuck alone.”
With that, Itachi slammed the door on his partner's face, efficiently ending their senseless babbling. He was not in the mood to listen to Kisame's loud annoying banter and he didn't want to be civil to anyone. That would require effort, which at the moment he was completely out of it.
A wave of nausea hit him out of nowhere and he felt his stomach turn and his mouth salivate. He groaned as he rushed to the bathroom, falling to his knees in front of the toilet. The first waves of dry heaving washed over his weak body, there was only one thing running through his mind as he spilled what little contents in his stomach. Sasuke Uchiha.
It was the boy's fault that he felt he needed to get drunk last night. It was his fault that he was feeling guilty for being so brutal with his baby brother. It was his fault that he even fucking cared that Orochimaru was fucking his brother into the mattress. All of this was Sasuke's fault.
Itachi wanted to run. He wanted to disappear and never be found if it meant dealing with his feelings for his otouto. Itachi still didn't know why he let his brother live on the day of the massacre. He had left the boy there in the deserted street along with his feelings. He never wanted to have to face this side of himself. But here he was, dealing with emotions he didn't understand and it was all because of Sasuke.
Sasuke made him feel not like himself. The boy had a tendency to mix him up inside with just a fucking look and Itachi hated it. He didn't like these feelings, because that meant he cared and it was so much easier not too. As long as he didn't care, that meant he didn't get hurt. It meant that he was able to do or say whatever, without caring the consequences.
After what was exchanged between him and his brother, Itachi needed to get trashed. He barely ever drank and when he did, he knew when to quite. Last night, he was out for one thing and one thing only. To drown out the pain. He was hurting because his brother was hurting. All he wanted to do was run from it and if he couldn't do that. God help him, he'd numb them.
His stomach turned again and he wrenched even harder into the toilet. He slowly let his head rest on his arm that was resting on the seat. He was sweating profusely. He decided a shower would be a good thing. The warm water would hopefully ease the tension in him and maybe he would stop being sick. If there was one thing in life that suck the most, it was puking up alcohol.
He forced himself to rise and made his legs function the way they were meant to. He was able to get the warm water running and locate the shampoo, along with some conditioner. He slipped his pants off and stepped into the tub. As soon as the warm water hit his aching body, a loud pleasurable moan filled the bathroom.
It had been a couple of days since he last had this luxury and he found that he had missed it a lot. He let his eyes flutter closed and relaxed into the spray of water. But heaven forbid if his mind would leave him alone to enjoy himself. No, it had to go and serve up the image of his brother on his hands and knees while that sick fucking bastard of a snake rammed into the boy's bleeding ass.
Itachi's stomach turned again and he felt his knees go weak, buckle and then he was on his hands and knees, puking once again. After he calmed, he brought his forehead to the bottom of the tub and stayed like that for a long moment. He was irritated to say the least. He was pissed that his mind would betray him in such a way. He knew that Sasuke was getting fucked by the snake, couldn't that be enough. He didn't want to have to envision it also.
He needed to do something about this. If it was now effecting his state of mind. It was time for him to put his foot down and take charge. He needed to get Sasuke out of his fucking predicament, so that he could get back to his life, minus this shit. Minus Sasuke.
Aya slowly made her way down the employee hall located in the basement and came to Sasuke's closed door. She glanced up and down the hall, then slowly and soundlessly disappeared into the dark, silent room. She let the door close behind her and she stood there for a second, to let her eyes adjust to the darkness.
When she was able to make out shapes of furniture she dared to venture further into the room. She stopped when she got to the edge of Sasuke's bed. She placed the tea on the dresser and leaned over the boy shaking him lightly.
Sasuke made a noise of annoyance in his sleep and rolled away from her to face the wall. She smiled fondly and sat down on top of the blankets covering the bed. She shook at the boy's shoulder again and couldn't help but laugh a little, as the boy swatted her hand away.
“Sasuke, you need to get up. Orochimaru want's you to meet with him in an hour.”
That did the trick. Sasuke's whole body went stiff. Aya cringed and looked down at her folded hands that rested in her lap. She hated to see the boy like this. When Sasuke had first got here, he had been full of fire and confidence. Aya could admitted, he was even a little cocky. As time passed though, her and Sasuke hit it off well. She found the boy talking to her a little more and he even confide in her when it came to his fears of Orochimaru.
Before Aya knew what had happened, she had become like a mother figure to Sasuke. Sure he was still standoffish and got in moods like everyone else, but he also relied on her and that made her feel good about sticking with him, even though he was an ass at times.
“How are you feeling?” She asked softly.
“Like I got fucked in the ass.” Came the harsh crude reply.
She flinched and looked away. She was feeling foolish for asking such a dumb question. She went to get off the bed, but a strong hand grabbed her arm firmly. She looked down at the silent boy in surprise. He still hadn't turned from facing the wall, but she knew he wanted her to stay. She let herself lower back down to the bed. There was a long pause between them.
“Thank you… Thank you for putting up with this, for…. For being here for me…”
The boy's voice trailed off. It was almost like he had wanted to say more then that, but just couldn't bring himself to push out the words. She didn't care though. This was more then she had ever asked from him. She wanted to hug Sasuke so badly, but she knew that wouldn't be a good idea.
“You are very welcome, Sasuke. You know I'm here no matter what.” She giggled a little. “You are like a little brother to me.”
“Thanks. I think of you too as a sister I never had…. As a sibling I never had.”
The last words she almost missed. If she hadn't been sitting close to him, she would have missed the lifeless words. She pulled Sasuke into a sitting position then took him into her arms, not really caring if he wanted it or not. He stiffened against her. Whether in surprise or discomfort, she didn't ponder it. He slowly started to relax in her arms. He didn't hug her back, but he did tilt his head a little and laid it on her shoulder.
She smiled. She knew that was the closest thing to affection that she was going to get from him. But at least the boy gave her that much. She slowly let go of him and rose to her feet. She smiled sadly at him.
“Orochimaru expects in his office at ten. I brought you some green tea. Please drink it for me. It will help you feel better.”
“Yeah, whatever.” He mumbled.
She made her way out of the room. She uttered a goodbye over her shoulder and opened the door. She made her way into the hall and started to close the door. Right before she was able to shut it fully, she noticed movement from Sasuke. She watched him as he reached out to the table, next to the bed. He picked up the cup of tea she had made for him and she smiled as a small tear slid down her cheek.
Even though Orochimaru did everything in his power to try to break the boy, Sasuke was still okay. Yeah, his shell was cracking and sooner or later Orochimaru will have exactly what he wants, but at the moment Sasuke was okay. She shut the door fully and leaned her back against the wall. She wiped away her tears and stared up at the ceiling.
How much longer could Sasuke stay strong for? How much longer before Orochimaru took over the boy's body, heart, mind, and soul? God, how she wished she was strong enough to save him. Someone needed to though. The boy wasn't strong enough to fight back. His body was losing the strength it had when the boy first got to this hell hole. Soon, all that would be left of Sasuke will be empty shell of a body.
Itachi was fully dressed and the Akatsuki cloak wrapped tightly around him. He glanced at the clock and it read eleven thirty. His stomach had calmed down a lot and he was ready to try to put something solid in it. He slowly made his way to the door and opened it.
Kisame was just exiting his room and the blue shark man stopped, watching his partner closely. Kisame always did this. He would observe Itachi's body language in order to know how to approach the man. It was the only way to really be able to determine the Uchiha's mood and sometimes that didn't even work.
Itachi prided himself in blocking his emotions from other people. What people didn't know, they couldn't counter. He liked it that way. It made things simple. It took him three years to fully trust and accept Kisame. He still had problems being civil with the shark, but he made more of an effort then he did with anyone else.
He raised a thin eyebrow at the older man and the shark flashed him a grin. He reverted his gaze and headed downstairs. Women and men a like, passed him lust filled looks. He ignored them. He wasn't here to get laid. He was here to complete his mission and get the fuck out of the Sound Village and away from his younger brother.
Normally, he'd be fucking anyone who looked good enough to appease. He had no problem taking what he wanted and then moving on to the next one. Sex, with Itachi, was never pleasurable though. Unless, his sexual partner was a sever Masochist. Itachi was only a one trick pony. He took his sex- bloody, brutal, and messy. He would tie his partner's down so they couldn't fight and then took what he wanted.
He hadn't always thought of sex that way. Not until the leader had raped him after a year of him joining. Taking his virginity and the way he expected sex to be like. This was one of the reasons he was having such a hard time with the knowledge that Orochimaru was doing the same thing to his baby brother. He didn't want that for Sasuke. He just couldn't understand why. It really shouldn't matter to him at all. But it did.
Fuck, he was strung so tightly. He needed some kind of release for this stress. This whole issue was driving him out of his mind and he seriously didn't know how much more he could take before he actually went crazy. He let out a growl and pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Dude, you really don't look good. You look better then you did earlier, but you sure you wanted to be surrounded by people why you're in this kind of mood?”
Itachi flashed him a look. He knew Kisame was referring to his short temper. He had to snort at that. He decided to take the comment more as a concern for the civilians then an insult to his self control.
“Just tired. Got drunk last night.” Itachi stated, flatly.
He saw Kisame's jaw drop out of the corner of his eye. For some reason, that made him feel better. He continued down the stairs slowly as Kisame gaped like the fish that he is. He finally caught up to Itachi.
“You got drunk last night and didn't invite me?”
“Yes.”
“Did you get laid?”
“No.”
“Are you hung over?”
“Yes.”
“How much did you drink and what was it?”
“Wild Turkey and a fifth.”
“All of it.”
“That's what I said.”
“Damn and I missed it.” Kisame actually sounded extremely disappointed. “That's okay. The girl I had in bed last night was worth it.”
Itachi cringed at that. Kisame was all about the ladies. Itachi was all about abusing the ladies. He rather tear a girl up, then fuck her. No thanks to his mother. He felt sick at the thought. He had always been father's favorite. His dad devoted every moment of his spare time, bring Itachi to a level of skill that was required of the Uchiha Prodigy. His mother didn't as much talk to him. It was almost like she wasn't allowed too. He was father's responsibility not hers.
Then they had Sasuke. Sasuke was pampered and giving almost everything he wanted. He was giving all the love a mother had to offer, while Itachi had to stand in the shadows and watch. He had to watch everything that was denied to him, giving to Sasuke. He didn't resent the boy though. No, he never could bring himself to hate Sasuke. Because out of everyone in their family, Sasuke was the only one who would make the effort to talk to him.
He was the one that the boy would run to when he had a night terror or a storm was raging too much outside, for him to be by himself. Itachi was the one the boy would ask to train him. Not anyone else. Him. Itachi kind of wished that he had spent more time with the boy before the tragedy, but there was no time for him to regret now. What was done, was done. He mentally shook himself, he really needed to stop thinking about his annoying otouto.
He made his way to an open table in the darker part of the main room. Kisame followed, still rambling something about his escapade last night. Itachi continued to ignore him. He scanned the room and took in the people. There was a lot of older gentleman getting drunk and gambling. Itachi was surprised to realize that there was a lot of younger men around too. Apparently, the place had appeal for all ages.
He caught movement out of the corner of his eye. A medium size girl was weaving her way through the people toward them. Itachi had to admit, the lady wasn't that bad looking. She had black hair that was past her shoulder's. Or at least that's what Itachi had thought, until she turned her head to the side to acknowledge some guy hollering at her.
The back of her hair was cut to her shoulder's and the front was past her them. The back of her hair was also brown, not black. She came to a stop in front of the table and smiled widely. She had stunning forest green eyes. Greener then anything he had ever seen and her teeth were perfectly straight. Itach was amazed at how such a young gorgeous girl could work in such a degrading place.
“Good morning, gentleman. Did you sleep well last night?”
“Very.” Came Kisame's purr.
“Awesome.” The women mumbled as she took in the predatory look of the blue man's face. “I'm Aya and I'm serving the tables this morning. If you need anything let me know.”
She placed menu's on the table and poured them both a cup of coffee. Itachi took the menu that was placed in front of him. He opened it and went through the names of all the pointless food that didn't even sound close to appealing. He felt the presence of the girl and he also felt her eyes watching him. He looked up slowly and sure enough, she was staring at him with slightly narrowed eyes.
“Do I know you?” She asked.
“I doubt it.” He snapped with annoyance.
“Oh…Ok. You just look strangely familiar.” He continued to glare at her. “Ok then, just signal me when you're ready to order.”
With that she scurried off into the crowd. Itachi let the menu fall to the table. He glanced at the shark man next to him. Kisame just flashed him a toothy grin and continued to drink the coffee. Itachi's eyes narrowed slightly and he really started to question if everyone was out to piss him off today.
TBC…….
Kitty- Ok, so I don't know if I told you guess this yet. But unlike The Prodigy, I didn't write up an outline for this story. Instead, I figured I would wing the story and see what happens. Well, I'm so excited for the next few chapters it's not even funny. I've already got great plans for this story. Looks evil So stick around. And to all my hardcore fans that review me with every chapter and continue to tell me how much you love me and my work. WELL GUESS WHAT! YA ALL ROCK MY WORLD. THANK YOU! Ja Ne for now. Next Chapter I post will be for The Prodigy. It should be up tomorrow or the day after.