ϒσυ`яε иστhiηg ωiτhσυτ Mε

[Astaisia]

Mary had a little lamb....

Meeting Sasori was a nice, and the Blond and Sai had gone out that night. He had no idea what they werre doing and it really wasnt any of his concern. He wanted to stay with his Sensei anyway. Sasuke stayed up a little late waiting for Sai to get home; he was even like that when he was younger. Waiting for either their mother or his Niisan to get home when they werrent around before going to bed. But he had succum to him own exaustion and a little bit past Ten he had gone to bed with his Sensei. Though, he had awoken before his Sensei, and that was a first but he needed to take a shoer. But most of all he had to check to see if Sai was home, he hadnt heard him come home and Sasuke was usually a light sleeper unless exausted. Sitting up the thick blankets he looked around the dark room and glaced towards the blinds, the pale sunlight was peeking through enough to give the room a faint glow and he allowed himself to yawn and stretch

Slidding the covers off himself, he leaned over and pressed a kiss to his Sensei's forehead and looked to the clock. It was a half hour before it was time for him to get up and it was the best time to take a shower since he hadnt last night. Slidding out of bed, he gradually ditched his clothes as he headed for the bathroom and flicked on the light and closed the door. Looking at his reflection in the mirror he tilted his head and examined the head full of messy hair. What he had done to gain such a mess he didnt know. Either he moved around allot of his Sensei was probably playing with his hair. Under his eyes werre dark lines and he shook his head, it certainly did make him look like his Niisan. He placed his fingers to his reflection and turned away, turning on the shower and slidding into the scalding water.

The shower was short and sweet, the hot water was amasing once his skin had gotten used to it and the cold air was even more delightful. Shutting off the water, he wrapped a towel around his waist and stepped out of the bathroom, looking to his Sensei and smiled lightly, his shower was meerly 15 minutes long. He was glad he hadnt woken his Sensei up, but for now he'd aquire a new pair of boxers and check on Sai. Leaving the bedroom, he went to his own and looked through his suitcase, his fingers grasped a pair of navy blue boxers and slid them on, and massaged the towel through his hair and disposed of it in the laundry basket in his room. He'd have to do laundry soon, and that was a thought he didnt enjoy. Sasuke didnt enjoy doing laundry even if it was his own. Heading over to Sai's bedroom, he quietly pushed the door open and peeked inside. Glancing around the darkness of the room, he opened the door further to let in a little more of the pale light of daybreak into the heated confinements of Sai's dwelling and shuttered. The bed was empty.

"S-sensei!"

Returning to their bedroom, he placed his hands to his Sensei's form and lightly shook him. His dark eyes had gone doe eyed, sorta like a deer caught in headlights. Was his Sensei aware that Sai hadnt come home? Did Deidara even come home aswell? He'd go check but, he didnt want to wake up the red head. He didnt want to be on the man's bad side, even if he was Deidara's lover. His fingers ran through his dripping hair and he leaned away from the bed. Glancing to the allarm once more, he walked over and turned it off before it went off, and crawled onto the bed. Slidding a leg to either side of his Sensei's hips and snickered, lowering his bottom a little against his Sensei' groin and pushed at his chest again. They had already gone through their small issues, what if those men that met up with Deidara had come back and caused problems with the two of them? What if they werre dead? What if they werre sold to underground slave markets, and he knew very well they had them, and he knew for sure a gorgeous blond like Deidara would sell for a pretty penny, what if they had been raped? Or if they had gotten themselves killed? No, he knew Sai wouldnt be the one to look for trouble, well so he thought. So perhaps trouble had gone looking for them?

"Sensei, Sai never came home...
Did he call when I was sleeping?"

...His eyes as black as coal.

If we play very quiet my love...Mary never has to know.

[Lovelie Antics]

I am the Darkness

I ҡиσω τℎατ ∂ ε ε ρ iи yσυя ℎ ε α я τ,

The dreams that haunt you at Night

ϒσυ ҡиσω ωεℓℓ ωε ςαииστ bε α ρ α я τ.

I will never stop

βεςαυƨε yσυя ℎ ε α я τ αи∂ b σ ∂ y αgяεε,

Until I get what I desire most

τℎατ yσυ αяε и σ τ ℎ i и g ωiτℎσυτ mε.

The child without a name grew up to be the hand
To watch you, to shield you, or kill on demand
The choice he'd made he could not comprehend
His blood a grim secret they had to commend
He's torn between his honor and the true love of his life
He prayed for both but was denied

● Tℎε ● βяiℓℓiαиτ ● ζяimƨσи ● Mσσи ●
⎡Can we ever find true happiness together? Was it meant to be?⎦

Sasori left for the night to walk off the pair to their very first solo mission. Both elders were sure that nothing would go wrong on such an easy-going mission and Sasuke didn’t have a clue on what was going on between any of them. As soon as they left, he went off to bed, entrusting the red head to take care of the rest. Sasori was completely capable of instructing him, though the young artist must have felt strange being with the blonde and having the other in his head. Well, it was one thing to be on a mission and another to cast emotions aside. Although before falling asleep, Itachi could remember his little brother waiting for Sai to come back home. It was like long ago when their family was still considered a family. There were nights where he would come home late because of his job or tutoring or else whatever their father wanted him to do that night. Although, he made sure that Sasuke would never be alone with just their father. It was too dangerous for someone as fragile and precious as his otouto to stay with an evil man like that so-called father. Just thinking about that blood-related person could really set him off into extremes, either hatred or not even caring. That man, that person they called ‘Otou-san,’ was nothing like how a real parental figure should act or be like.

Though the night wasn’t as bad. His fever was gone and a mild cough was still present, though wasn’t going to affect his job tomorrow. Although his dreams weren’t as pleasant as the night because of that one person still stuck in his mind. Why did he have to think about that person? Why? It only pissed himself off more and more. Why wasn’t he the father that a son could be proud of or a husband that was never feared? Itachi only knew that being an Uchiha played a major role in all their attitudes. The head of the family was always the one with the most power, while the wife is always the submissive nothing. The firstborn was to be treated like the second head of the family, the one with the most burdens. The second born was treated normally as if they could do whatever they please. That’s what the eldest always wanted to do, be free from all these burdens. Things like what if he wasn’t an Uchiha? What if he lived a normal life like the rest of the world? What if he didn’t have an incestuous relationship with his younger brother? Itachi woke up a few times during the early morning to check if the artist came back or if his otouto was troubled. A couple times he ruffled the boy’s hair, even if Sasuke didn’t take a shower that night, it still smelled pleasant. In the morning, he felt the bed shift and a pair of soft lips at his temple. The elder Uchiha sighed in contentment and continued his peaceful bliss.

At the note of the shake, his eyes slowly opened to meet worried obsidian orbs. It seems that the younger male found out that Sai hasn’t come home yet, although it wasn’t intended to be an all night one. Deidara as well as Sai were going to receive a scolding for pulling off a stunt like this. Of course he was worried sick about the two youngest members of Akatsuki, but he never showed such emotion. Those two better have a good reason about staying out so late and especially on a school night. There were no excuses as being their teacher as well as superior. School was an important cover up for all of them. It was the only way on getting this mission finished. Itachi closed his eyes again to capture another wink of sleep, but was abruptly stopped by his little brother’s suggestive actions. Sasuke felt so good, but to be a little more intimate was something unimaginable. This little one was just begging for trouble from his aniki. Although, there was nothing to really worry about the duo pair. They were trained assassins, however, the younger Uchiha doesn’t know anything of that matter. Those people from yesterday were nothing to worry about. They might be part of Orochimaru’s gang, but if Sasuke could handle them easily, they were nothing of a threat. If the young artist was with the blonde, there was also nothing to worry about. Sai was the kind of person who would only kill if it were necessary. There was not an ounce of that killing instinct yet to be bred in that kid. He stole a peck on the lips from the younger and replied with his velvety voice.

“Yes, he said that he was going to stay with Deidara for the night.
I think he said something about working on some art pieces for class. So there is nothing to worry about.
Now, be a good little student and let me get ready for classes.”

Itachi easily lifted his brother from straddling his waist and set him at the other side of the bed, patting his head like a child. The elder chuckled and grabbed the first clothes that he saw from his closet, then headed for the shower. The wash only lasted for less than ten minutes, ten minutes of water pelting on his toned body. He remembered how some students were obsessed and wanted him to teach physical education at least once. Perhaps once he would and gain more fans, though he didn’t want to snatch that school idol status from his little brother. Finishing up his shower, the elder male quickly changed into his usual casual, business-like attire of a collared long sleeve, a tie and slacks. He ran a brush through his long locks and tied it in the ponytail. Somehow and someway, he hoped that Sai and Deidara were all right. He didn’t know what he would do if something did happen to them. The steam quickly escaped as he exited the bathroom while fixing his tie. Right now, Itachi had to prepare lunch for both his little brother as well as Sai, if that kid was even going to school. Again, he made something so simple look elegant and had a pretty star shape for his love right in the center.

“Sasuke, get ready for school. We are going to be leaving soon.”

So many dreams were broken and so much was sacrificed
Was it worth the ones we loved and had to leave behind
So many years have passed, who are the noble and the wise?
Will all our sins be justified?
Please forgive me for the sorrow
For leaving you in fear
For the dreams we had to silence
That's all they'll ever be
Still I'll be the hand that serves you
Though you'll not see that it is me

xxxxxxxxxxxHαviиg ωαƨℎε∂ ∂σωи my ∂яy τℎяσατ,

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxyσυя иαmε ωiℓℓ mσiƨτεи my ℎεαяτ.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxHσω mαиy ςυτƨ ƨℎσυℓ∂ I яερεατ?

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxHσω mαиy fατεƨ ƨℎσυℓ∂ I αςςερτ?

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx∂σεƨ it ℎαvε αи εи∂?

[Astaisia]

Mary had a little lamb....

A small pout graced the ravenettes face when he had been lifted from his Sensei's body. He sat on the bed for a moment and sighed to himself, watching the elder male leave the bedroom to take a shower. Slidding off the bed, he ventured to his bedroom and looked through his clothes again. Once more a pair of black leather shorts two inches shorter then the center of his thigh, a crop top and a purple fishnet top underneath. He'd leave his hair be for the day, but he passed a brush through the messy locks and the entire back of his head waved and stuck up, just like when he was little before he made it a habbit to do his hair the back would stick up and resemble a ducks a**. Everyone else liked it but him, but his hair is what did make Sasuke who he was. Oddly enough it was a signature for him and it was certainly one he didnt enjoy. Leaving his bedroom, he ventured to the kitchen and smiled to himself. His Sensei was already making him his lunch, though he could make one for himself it was nice to have someone take care of him for once. Walking up behind the elder, he slid his arms around his waist and drew small circles on the elders stomach.

"Sensei...Can I go see Sasori to check if they really did come home last night? Or is it best to not bother him?"

He peeked around his Elder's torso to gaze at what he was making and smiled, a small blush graced his cheeks and he nipped at his bottom lip. He was glad he put so much care into making his lunch, it was so sweet of him. His Sensei made his heart flutter in the most amasing way and he adored the feeling. Only his Niisan made him feel this way, and never before anyone other then him had accomplished that. This man certainly was talented, no one after the murder had been able to make him feel hole again, but him. Yes he accomplished it, he didnt feel like a shell anymore even if his internal pain was unbearable. His dark eyes examined the long sleeves of the elder's shirt and he undid the buttons at the base and rolled them to his elbows, he couldnt help but smile in appreciation. His Sensei looked really good with his sleeves rolled up, he looked a little more...rebellious, like he was one of those 'cool' teachers.

"Sensei, I bet you can outlook the school's art teacher if you tried a little bit...Perhaps you should let your hair down today.

Oh, nnn you never properly said good morning by the way..."

He slid between his Sensei and the counter, reaching his arms up and pressed his lips sweetly to his elders and exhaled a sigh through his nose. He slid his lips away and turned his back to him and leaned against the larger body behind him and examined the adorable bento box he was working on, there was an extra though for Sai and he shivered. What if he wasnt at school today? What if Deidara wasnt at school today? What if something happened to those two? He didnt want to imagine the horrible possibilities. He was never informed of werre they werre going, and Sai wasnt really all that emotionally attached so he really wouldnt know how to act in certain situations. But for now it would be best to wait and see. Leaning to his right. His longue slid along the smooth skin of his Sensei's now exposed fore-arm and he licked it teasingly. Odd, how in one day he admited how he felt for his Sensei, to find out he felt the same way right after, and end up moving in with him practically the next day. It wasnt a bad relationship at all, infact this was really working out, his Sensei was visibly happy and Sasuke was deffinetly feeling well again.

He glanced to the clock and a pout formed on his lips. They had to leave for school in a few minutes...how lovely. But no matter how much he didnt want to go, this would be a slack day for him, today werre all his favorite courses, Music, History, Geography and English Literature, so things would go by smoothly and stress free. But he couldnt help but shake the feeling that something was up, a feeling in his gut told him that there trully was something wrong today and the weather certainly did match how he felt. The sky was dark through the window in the kitchen, the grey almost black clouds gave it an eerily depressing look that made him physically, and mentally exausted. If it was going to rain today, Sasuke certainly would end up falling asleep in class and when it rained Sasuke always tried to avoid comming to school those days. But teachers werre smart creatures, to smart if he may say. Because whenever it rained, there was always a damn test set for that specific date and it really irritated him. When it was raining he'd rather spend his day sleeping off the depressing weather.

"We should get going, no?"

...His eyes as black as coal.

If we play very quiet my love...Mary never has to know.

[Lovelie Antics]

I am the Darkness

I ҡиσω τℎατ ∂ ε ε ρ iи yσυя ℎ ε α я τ,

The dreams that haunt you at Night

ϒσυ ҡиσω ωεℓℓ ωε ςαииστ bε α ρ α я τ.

I will never stop

βεςαυƨε yσυя ℎ ε α я τ αи∂ b σ ∂ y αgяεε,

Until I get what I desire most

τℎατ yσυ αяε и σ τ ℎ i и g ωiτℎσυτ mε.

The child without a name grew up to be the hand
To watch you, to shield you, or kill on demand
The choice he'd made he could not comprehend
His blood a grim secret they had to commend
He's torn between his honor and the true love of his life
He prayed for both but was denied

● Tℎε ● βяiℓℓiαиτ ● ζяimƨσи ● Mσσи ●
⎡Can we ever find true happiness together? Was it meant to be?⎦

His mind wandered to other things at the moment, things like a premonition of something off was going to happen today. Perhaps it was because of the dark weather outside or that Sai didn’t come home this morning. Whatever it was, something is going to happen. Just what though? Was it something that could be prevented? Was it something that turned out to be inevitable? Itachi thought long and hard about it, however, his expressions didn’t show it. Never did his expressions ever showed how he feels. Perhaps there was contentment when around his otouto, but other than that, there was nothing more than a blank slate showing on his face. Their mother saw the nothingness in his eyes, but she never done anything about it for some reasons. His little brother tried to help, however, the elder would never let Sasuke in on any of his feelings. Although, was there someone out there who can understand him completely? Was there someone who would accept the bad in Itachi’s life? Was it really his otouto? What if it was all wrong? What if they weren’t supposed to be like this how they are now? What if they were supposed to be normal brothers like everyone else? Sasuke did say that they were designed for each other, but is that real? Was he only saying that because it was his breaking point? Time was the only thing that would tell him that answer.

Perfection showed again through making this lunch. He couldn’t help doing that. It was how he was practically raised to be like, even against his own will. It was just another horrid habit he obtained over the many years of struggling for perfection that it’s easier to just let it out. Itachi started to play around with the shapes of the plumed vegetable in the middle that he just stuck with the star in the end. His eyes were gazing at the food in the container, though he wasn’t really looking at it. Past what he sees and into somewhere in his mind, all he could see are those yellow cat-like eyes just staring at him. Perhaps another premonition, though it was something that shouldn’t be taken lightly. His mind wandered again into thinking of the past, where he used to make lunch all the time for his otouto. Even in elementary school for Sasuke, the elder would take the initiative of being the parental figure for him. If his brother forgotten his lunch at home or something like a project, the elder would pull out of class that day to take care of the minor setback. One could actually say that Itachi lived for his brother and he wouldn’t deny it. If the younger Uchiha wasn’t born, would he really be still alive? Would the elder commit the ultimate sin of taking his own life then? He didn’t know and perhaps didn’t really want to now. Then, a pair of arms brought him back to reality just after he finished washing his hands.

“I suggest that you don’t because Sasori has this temper in the mornings.
Although, there’s nothing to worry about Sai; he is old enough to take care of himself.”

Itachi wondered if his brother could see that this sensei was so much more similar to his aniki. Could he not see that they are the same people? Perhaps that cliché saying of ‘love is blind,’ is playing a major role in the younger Uchiha. He loved the way that he was the only person who could ever make Sasuke’s heart flutter like it was currently. Half shaking his head and chuckling at his otouto’s actions as well as the comment about the art teacher. That damn art teacher was really working with Orochimaru during this whole year. Well, he wouldn’t know since most days during lunch he would only talk to teachers who are on the second floor, first hallway of the school. Then, occasionally he would speak to Kakashi when they gotten a chance. Little did the elder know that the silver haired male actually does work for the snake as well. If any of this was known, by now this school would have one new art teacher and one new drama teacher. That would have been a shame because both were good looking as Itachi hears around the school’s students. There was not one bad comment about those two, however, all that students talk about was how good looking they were and nothing else. It was a little funny since there were secret fan clubs for ‘hot-looking’ teachers. He doesn’t know if there was one for him, but there is a good chance that there is one.

“The art teacher? Well, he is more creative, so I don’t think there is anything to be competitive about.
And school is not a place to show off for teachers. We are only meant to teacher our students.

Forgive me, my prince.”

Seductively, he stated his good morning to Sasuke in the most velvety voice that he could conjure up. Their lips met ever so tenderly that he could almost taste how nice and sweet it was. Little things like that were those that wanted to make him stay around for his otouto. As the younger’s back was turned, Itachi placed feather light brushes of his lips at the other’s sensitive skin at the back of his neck, going in different places at a time. The scent was already intoxicating enough that the taste of the porcelain skin would certainly set him off to do other naughty things that his mind conjured up. As a teaser though, the elder leaned down and nipped at Sasuke’s earlobe, giving a lick to reduce the intensive feeling. He wrapped his large arms around the form of the smaller’s and rested his chin on top of the other’s, seeing what Sasuke was seeing. It seems that the younger Uchiha was still concerned about Sai. The artist was fully capable of keeping alive. He was one not to cause trouble for himself or anyone else at that. Sai was the kind of person who wouldn’t freeze up because of fear unlike Deidara was on their first mission. The Uchiha was just asking to be taken completely right on the kitchen countertop at the rate this teasing is going. His eyes moved to the dreaded clock. It was almost time leave even if it was early for students, Itachi was still a teacher, that much didn’t change.

“Yes we should. Let me get my bag and we’ll leave. “

The elder Uchiha placed a kiss on top of the younger’s head, leaving him in the kitchen. He prepared his bag, placing all these papers as well as his lesson plan for the day. Since he was a day behind in teaching, Itachi had to do something more like double up on lessons or else think of something more productive. Although it was worth it since he was sick yesterday. Don’t get him wrong, there still a cough and cold hidden underneath, though showing his vulnerable side was not what he does, especially around his otouto. He finished and gotten his shoes for the day, heading back out to the kitchen. Picking up a bottle of his favorite drink, which was really the only thing consumed by him during lunch. The elder wasn’t a big eater then and still isn’t now. Slipping his feet into the shoes, he brought out the keys to the car. Itachi hoped that the other car was already in the garage by now because if he saw it in the streets, there was something utterly wrong with that picture. The keys clank in his hand and thought that Sasuke driving was a better idea for the morning. Besides, he had to know from the red birdie if the two came home all right.

“Here, take the keys, Sasuke. I’ll let you drive today.
I need to take care of somethings before we leave, unless you would like to accompany me.”

So many dreams were broken and so much was sacrificed
Was it worth the ones we loved and had to leave behind
So many years have passed, who are the noble and the wise?
Will all our sins be justified?
Please forgive me for the sorrow
For leaving you in fear
For the dreams we had to silence
That's all they'll ever be
Still I'll be the hand that serves you
Though you'll not see that it is me

xxxxxxxxxxxHαviиg ωαƨℎε∂ ∂σωи my ∂яy τℎяσατ,

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxyσυя иαmε ωiℓℓ mσiƨτεи my ℎεαяτ.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxHσω mαиy ςυτƨ ƨℎσυℓ∂ I яερεατ?

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxHσω mαиy fατεƨ ƨℎσυℓ∂ I αςςερτ?

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx∂σεƨ it ℎαvε αи εи∂?

[Astaisia]

Mary had a little lamb....

So Sasori had a temper. The ravenette shuttered, he didnt want to imagine what Deidara had to go through every morning if that werre true. The poor blond, he was obviously bubbly, immature and loud. But Sasori seemed to be the opposite. Sasuke thought he wouldnt be able to deal with someone with a bad temper every morning. Either way, aslong as he didnt have to deal with it he was happy. He was grateful his Sensei wasnt grounchy when he woke up. He let a pout reach his lips and he looked up at the elder letting his head back back against his chest and gave him a goofy grin. He raised his hands and clasped then to the back of his elders head and pressed his bottom against the elders hips and smirked. He was tossing himself at this man and yet he wouldnt take him. Frankly it was quite amusing that his elder could control himself for so long. Any girl or guy at school would be pleading to have him by now.

"Deidara's pretty tough for being able to handle someone like that every morning...
Oh, Sensei. Do you plan on doing to me what Sasori obviously does to Deidara?"

He allowed a small blush creep to his cheeks and he smiled softly. Playinging with his Sensei's dark hair, leaning his head forward. He allowed his Sensei's lips to ravage his neck. His body shuttered, hands slidding away from his Sensei's head and he gripped the elders arms tight. His blush had darkened and he stared back at his elder and smirked. They had history first thing this morning, what was wonderful about it was that it seemed that all his Sensei's attention seemed to be on him when he was teaching his class and it was simply delicious. Atleast he didnt stare during oral presentations. Sasuke disliked them with a passion and usually was on the verge of blacking out if someone watched him to long, atleast his Sensei understood that. He'd never be like his Aniki who could proudly stand before a crowd of people seemingly with no fear and speak like there was nothing wrong.

"Keep this up Sensei and I may force you to take me on the counter..."

He reached a hand out to pet the small cat on the counter and watched his Sensei slide away. Smilling gently to the elder and picked up the small cat and craddled it in his arms, it let out a tiny mew and swatted at his fingers. Its purring had become quite loud and fairly adorable when he started tickling its belly. Getting this cat was probably the best thing he could have ever done for himself. Placing the cat on the ground he ventured over to the couch and picked up his backpack, placing the lunch his Sensei had made for him within the confinements of the durable yet thin fabric of the back and hung it over his shoulder. Stepping over to his Sensei he took the Keys in his hand, standing on the tips of his toes and gave his cheek a light peck. It was great to know his Sensei was allowing him to drive the car, he guessed that he trusted him with that expensive vehicle after what had happened yesterday. Though he was sure there was probably a few blood splatters and it needed to be washed, and for now he'd lay low after what he had done. Those men did after all know what high school he went to.

"Sensei...What are we going to do if Sasori hasnt heard from them and they dont show up at school?
Should we go looking for them?"

A heavy feeling fell into his stomach and he shuttered, his cat had ventured into their bedroom so the tiny paws had left the room silent. Something bad was going to happen today. He didnt know what it was, but he certainly didnt like it. Perhaps he should stay home? No, it would most certainly be safer with his Sensei around and if either one of them had missed school to much together to often people would start to question their relationship and in the long run his Sensei would get into allot of trouble, it would be best to prevent such a thing, and he had already missed to much school and didnt plan on missing more. Even if he was sick in the hospital that was most likely never going to happen, anyway if something was wrong he'd go and find his Sensei and stick with him for a little until it blew over. How he loved that man the cliché was right, love is blind. He had no idea that this man was exacly like his Aniki even if all the signs and perpous hints werre there. It was odd how Sasori even knew his Aniki...wait, how old was Sasori anyway?

"I guess I'l go with you if thats okay."

Slidding on his boots, he stepped out into the hallway after opening the door, walking down the hallway, he knocked on the door uneasily and fiddled with the rim of his leather shorts as he awaited fo the red head to open to door and greet him. Hopefully it wasnt to early for the red head and he wouldnt get an earfull about it later. The keys werre fiddled with uneasily in his hand and he leaned against the wall across from the door, and looked to his Sensei and gave him a gentle smile. Even if the world seemed to be radiating doom and gloom today he tried to remain cheerful for his elder. He reached a hand out and gripped his Sensei's much larger hand, bringing it to his lips and placed a delicate kiss to his masculine yet elegant hand.

"Something doesnt feel right Sensei...Like something may happen."

...His eyes as black as coal.

If we play very quiet my love...Mary never has to know.

[Lovelie Antics]

I am the Darkness

I ҡиσω τℎατ ∂ ε ε ρ iи yσυя ℎ ε α я τ,

The dreams that haunt you at Night

ϒσυ ҡиσω ωεℓℓ ωε ςαииστ bε α ρ α я τ.

I will never stop

βεςαυƨε yσυя ℎ ε α я τ αи∂ b σ ∂ y αgяεε,

Until I get what I desire most

τℎατ yσυ αяε и σ τ ℎ i и g ωiτℎσυτ mε.

The child without a name grew up to be the hand
To watch you, to shield you, or kill on demand
The choice he'd made he could not comprehend
His blood a grim secret they had to commend
He's torn between his honor and the true love of his life
He prayed for both but was denied

● Tℎε ● βяiℓℓiαиτ ● ζяimƨσи ● Mσσи ●
⎡Can we ever find true happiness together? Was it meant to be?⎦

Did he plan on taking his otouto like how Sasori does his precious blonde? Hmm… Perhaps not since Sasuke was obviously still untouched in so many ways. There was no way that the younger could ever handle any of the experience that Itachi has to offer. Perhaps that was one reason for him not taking the younger yet. There was still time to do those types of things, however, it only took once to turn Sasuke off. He didn’t want to overpower the younger in a sense, even if he does say that he could handle it. As being the elder Uchiha and his aniki, there were things that he knows that Sasuke could and couldn’t handle. In a way it was like sibling telepathy or else something that had to do with very close sibling connection. Quite frankly, they were so close to each other that it was a complete sin. This kind of love was a sin, though Itachi couldn’t be happy with anyone else. There had to be reason on why either one were born in the same family, but what reason? Though, it seemed like a mockery from the heavens. Mockery in which the heavens didn’t want him to be happy since his otouto was his otouto and that should have been enough for the elder to stray away from the other. There was this spark that obviously both could feel and it was Itachi who started the fireworks. And once they were sent off, the pretty lights would never end until the magic was gone.

“I’m not saying that Sasori is a bad person. He is a decent person, so please don’t think so poorly of him.
Hmm, would you like me to be that way with you, love? I didn’t know that you like things rough and naughty.”

History first period wasn’t terrible at all. There were some students that were pleasing to teach because they were smart. Then again there were complete fools who weren’t cut out for high school. Since he was a teacher, there had to be some sense of patience or if he didn’t blood would have spilled out of annoyance. If Sasori was a teacher, the red head could never stand a whole day let alone a measly class period with those teenagers. Itachi was actually surprised at himself for staying this calm and collected even in a ridiculous occupation like this. Although ever since freshmen year of high school he’s been the class president up to senior year and he dealt with some crazy, idiotic things for the student body. There were times that he had to make speeches in front of the whole school or else just his peers. However, it was still a large of people that he would do his public speaking. Not that the elder had any trouble in that area since everyone respected him and his looks took him far with many males and females. On the other hand, whenever his history class has to do oral presentations, Sasuke looked like death in front of the class. The younger did have his looks, though that confidence of everyone watching his every move just wasn’t there. Itachi was used to that since he was supposedly the Uchiha prodigy. Well either way, he tried to minimize presentations like that in his class because of the fear of the younger.

“Take you on the counter? I thought you would something more pleasant and romantic than that?”

He didn’t mind the blood since he could afford to reupholster the whole car if he wanted to or else just buy another car. There was more than enough money to buy around two hundred cars. Although who would waste their money on such trivial things like that. It would be more beneficial to buy out all the major companies in Japan and then move on to the rest of the world trades. That way the Akatsuki will have and control the world trading powers. The world will be literally at the mercy and control of the notorious gang. Perhaps even government could be swayed with a load of green in their hands. Money could only change what people truly desire in their hearts. Wealth was always going to be a useful compensation for people who desire greater things than themselves. The cat was actually quite adorable once one would get past the claws that could be ripping through expensive furniture, mainly the couch and the silk sheets of the bed as well as curtains. There was a slight feeling that those things won’t look the same in the afternoon. Hopefully it was going to be all in his head along with the whole idea of the blonde and artist being capture in all their clumsiness. Itachi really hoped that nothing happened to them. If they weren’t at school today, there was certainly something wrong going on. That mission last night should have been in and out with no questions asked. If only he or Sasori gone with them, however, he himself was sick and Sasori trusted them enough to go out alone for the first time. It seemed like a good idea at the time since Sai was a bit more careful than Deidara, but now it’s more like the complete opposite.

“They would have a good excuse then. We are not to mettle in their lives. They choose how to live it and we cannot do anything about it. It is how everything works out. Although, if worse comes worse, Sasori and I will go looking for them.”

If Sasuke felt the bad omen, too, then this seemed like it was going to blow out of proportion. Somehow, there was going to be something terrible happening. Should he make his otouto stay home today? No, it would make their relationship seem more suspicious to outside eyes. And what Itachi didn’t need now was his job raising questions on everything he does after school. That would certainly reveal his sinful relationship with his student, though what they wouldn’t know is the greater sin underneath it all. That was something only select people knew about. And select, only the Akatsuki would know such things. If their mother knew about this, what would she think? Would she belittle her first ‘son’ even more than she already did? Would she ever look at him ever again? On the other hand, their father would be the most hypercritical about it. The first thing would be that Itachi put shame to the Uchiha name and either tell him to runaway and change his name or else be killed by flesh and blood. Either way, it was mockery of what he couldn’t have and was never meant to have. Although, here they are, together like this, even if one of them isn’t fully aware on what’s in front of him. One day, Sasuke will understand everything and finally fit the pieces together. He followed his younger out of the apartment and locked it. Following him out towards the red head’s place, they waited for both their elder to open. It should have been the opposite of what the young Uchiha was doing, though it was very considerate to attempt to bring up the mood.

“It is possibly all in the mind. Although, if you are feeling uneasy, I think it’s best to stay with me then.”

----

The sound of the door knocking caused the redhead to tilt his head while reaching for a jacket to cover his bare torso, though he didn’t zip it up. His pajama pants were dragging across the floor with those muffled noises because of the height of his legs. Let’s just say, he is on the shorter end of the scale, thus his child-like appearance. If this was Deidara and Sai knocking at the door, hopefully the Uchiha brothers wouldn’t be able to hear his scolding at them. The red head attempted a calm and collected look on his visage, though with no avail, it didn’t work. Sasori was pissed as hell and the teenagers were going to receive hell from him. He unlatched the door with a bang and it was only the siblings knocking at the damn door. They must have known that the two haven’t come back in one piece yet. His eyes subtly darted from the elder Uchiha to the younger, then back to the elder. What kind of excuse could the red head make up for Sasuke to not be worried or suspicious in anyway whatsoever? What bullshit can he say to the younger? That they were working on an art project all night and were still sleeping because of it. Yeah, that was the best thing that he could come up with on such a short notice.

“So what pleasure do I owe Sensei and Sasuke?”

The elder Uchiha cleared his throat, with his hand still laced with Sasuke’s.

“We came here to check on Sai and Deidara. Sai didn’t come home last night and I was wondering if he was still here with both of you?”

So here comes the bullshit lie.

“Oh yes, he came over last night to work on an art project. It seems that the art teacher was already giving them a difficult time on their first day so they were working on it together. They stayed up past midnight and are still sleeping. I’m unsure if they were going to class today, but I will tell them that both of you dropped by to check on them.”

He gotten the hint of the lie and instantly knew that they weren’t there.

“Oh, I see. Well then, once they wake up, they should come to school even if it’s only a part of the day.”

“I will tell both Deidara and Sai that you dropped by to check on them. I think you should be getting to school unless you would like other people to find out about your relationship. Good day.”


----

At that note, the red head walked back inside in apartment, knowing that Itachi and himself fully understood the situation at hand. The two teenage Akatsuki members were missing. They would have to devise a plan to track them down, though the Uchiha was going to be at school and the other Akatsuki members were probably on their own missions. However, this was important. Deidara as well as Sai were vital members of the gang and they had to be found no matter what. Without the stupid blonde around, Sasori would be stripped of everything and more. The elder Uchiha started to get more worried by the second, though it never showed on his expressions. Gently pulling his otouto in the direction of the staircase, he thought of all the possibilities of what that mission could have gone wrong without a superior with them. Sai was careful, how could he have been caught in a trap? If this was all Orochimaru’s doing, there was going to be hell to pay from him as well as the red head. And since Deidara was Sasori’s property, there was going to be triple hell to pay then. Just that snake waits, he will be slaughtered a million times before either were through.

So many dreams were broken and so much was sacrificed
Was it worth the ones we loved and had to leave behind
So many years have passed, who are the noble and the wise?
Will all our sins be justified?
Please forgive me for the sorrow
For leaving you in fear
For the dreams we had to silence
That's all they'll ever be
Still I'll be the hand that serves you
Though you'll not see that it is me

xxxxxxxxxxxHαviиg ωαƨℎε∂ ∂σωи my ∂яy τℎяσατ,

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxyσυя иαmε ωiℓℓ mσiƨτεи my ℎεαяτ.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxHσω mαиy ςυτƨ ƨℎσυℓ∂ I яερεατ?

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxHσω mαиy fατεƨ ƨℎσυℓ∂ I αςςερτ?

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx∂σεƨ it ℎαvε αи εи∂?

[Astaisia]

Mary had a little lamb....

Standing at the door, the rustle of PJ bottoms dragging against the ground. Violently the door opened, this was the first time he'd ever seen the red head so pissed. He swallowed nervously and gripped his Sensei's hand a little tighter and eyed the red head. He even looked good angry and just getting out of bed. He smiled to the red head and waved his free hand, he looked great with his extremely messy hair and snow white skin peeking through the jacket. He supressed the small blush, this was serious and this wasnt the time to allow himself to let his hormones take control even if he had just completly scanned the man's body, sort of taking his clothes off with his eyes. Hopefully no one had noticed, he was simply curious. No one Deidara was so interested in the elder. He gazed to his Sensei, so the two werre sleeping and they came home last night. Yet something didnt feel quite right, like he was being led by a string to believe an obvious lie.

"Okay...If they cant come thats alright."

The young ravenette gave another smile and passed his fingers through his own messy hair. Leaving the doorway, he fumbled with the keys in his hands and looked to his Sensei. Something was bothering him, and it was a question he wanted to ask ever since last night when he had met Sasori and he mentioned his Aniki. How was it that everyone knew him, and seen him and yet the only time his Niisan came to see him was when he was to drugged up and stupid to realise what was going on? Letting a small sigh escape his lips, he tried to rid himself of the doom and gloom feeling rising in his stomach and he reached up and kissed his Sensei's cheek. He wanted to stay with his Sensei all day, he didnt like this feeling at all. He gave a pout and rubbed the back of his elders hand with his thumb.

"Sensei...how is it that Niisan knows everyone...and he's willing to see them but not me?

Did I do something wrong Sensei?"

It was depressing to the young Uchiha, his Aniki knew and spoke seemingly to everyone his Sensei know as of now and yet...he wouldnt say a word to him. Fixing his backpack on his shoulder he pushed the door to the garage open and walked over to the car, unlocking the doors, he tossed his bag into the back carefully as to not mess up his lunch and started the car. The inside of the garage was humid and there was a light trickling of rain against the garage's metal door...It was raining, the weather was obviously depressing beyond the confinements of the garage. Pressing a button on the keychain the garage door slowly started to open and he looked to his Sensei once more and examined his gorgeous face. He reached out to touch one of the lines on his elders face and shuttered. So much like his Anikis...

"Sensei...if you werre my Niisan would you tell me?"

Pulling out of the garage and into the driveway, he close the garage door with the press of a button once more and continued on their merry way to school. The drive was odd, there was no one out on the streets that morning other then the occasional walking student or the suspicious person staring at the vehicle as they passed. Something was going to happen today and he wasnt going to like it. AS the school encroached the dark brick seemed darker today, even if the rain coated the cold, rocky substance the school seemed eery and unwelcoming. The parkinglot was atleast full with cars, adding a little life to the area. He parked the car, turning it off and got out. Getting his backpack, he flipped it onto his shoulder and looked to his Sensei. Perhaps he should just stay with him today....just call it community service perhaps and help him correct his work.

"Think I can help you work on correcting tests?
I must have gotten you so far behind."

...His eyes as black as coal.

If we play very quiet my love...Mary never has to know.

[Lovelie Antics]

I am the Darkness

I ҡиσω τℎατ ∂ ε ε ρ iи yσυя ℎ ε α я τ,

The dreams that haunt you at Night

ϒσυ ҡиσω ωεℓℓ ωε ςαииστ bε α ρ α я τ.

I will never stop

βεςαυƨε yσυя ℎ ε α я τ αи∂ b σ ∂ y αgяεε,

Until I get what I desire most

τℎατ yσυ αяε и σ τ ℎ i и g ωiτℎσυτ mε.

The child without a name grew up to be the hand
To watch you, to shield you, or kill on demand
The choice he'd made he could not comprehend
His blood a grim secret they had to commend
He's torn between his honor and the true love of his life
He prayed for both but was denied

● Tℎε ● βяiℓℓiαиτ ● ζяimƨσи ● Mσσи ●
⎡Can we ever find true happiness together? Was it meant to be?⎦

What a lie in which the red head could conjure up in his mind. At least it wasn’t something that was completely made up like they went for a long drive and haven’t come back. There was also the fact that at least Sasori didn’t slip anything out of their true identities of their ruthless occupation. That much, the elder Uchiha was grateful for. Although, he could tell that Sasuke wasn’t entirely believing the impromptu lie that spewed forth from their elder. Just what he needed, a little brother starting to question things that didn’t need to be meddled with. Everything still needed to be kept in the dark or else his otouto might not be able to handle the truth, the whole truth. Though, the reason that Itachi could tell of the lie was that the red head looked severely pissed off that it wasn’t ordinary since Deidara would have calmed him down of such a nuisance. Then, Sasori’s language was a bit off since he would never end in such a formal greeting of ‘good day.’ There was no such language in the red head’s vocabulary, unless it was when there was something wrong or off. And this was one of those cases. If Sai and Deidara weren’t there… Where the hell could they be?! Worst-case scenario, they could be killed and left in the streets to be eaten by the vultures. Somehow, the elder knew that it couldn’t be how it was. It couldn’t be. It just couldn’t be.

There were still other things that were meant to be placed in the dark until farther notice or until Itachi would willingly hand to on a silver platter. However, there were some skeptical concepts that were probably still uneasy for his otouto. For example, like how there were people that knew and saw the elder Uchiha. There technically wasn’t the proper explanation for that. Hopefully there could be another lie that could be impulsively made on the spot that, this time Sasuke will somewhat believe. Although how long could he keep up this charade? How long could he keep lying to his precious little brother about nothings? Can his little brother keep taking in all these lies and nonsense? Can Sasuke keep accepting these things? Well, the elder did live a life of lies that no one, but him could only accept. Although, Itachi still doesn’t have the heart to want to keep lying, to keep hurting him, to keep doing this whole thing. It’s hurting more than anyone could imagine, to have burdens from the past, the present and possibly the future. Somehow, there was still enough strength for him to continue on with his life. He doesn’t know if there would be anything to live for. Although, if it wasn’t for Sasuke, for his precious otouto, the one person who ever showed that he belonged somewhere, the elder Uchiha would be nothing without him.

“Your Niisan is a popular person. He is the Uchiha prodigy and the top of his classes.

Sasuke, you done nothing wrong, though perhaps it is him who is ashamed of everything you say he done.”

In reality, that was the truth. He couldn’t reveal to anyone of his past mistakes. All those mistakes starting from that one thought that Sasuke was the person that was made for himself. He is ashamed, foolish and all of the above plus more of every sin that he committed. Gripping onto the younger’s hand just a little bit tighter, indication somehow there was a double meaning to everything, but did Sasuke realize that? Possibly not since the younger doesn’t ever have a second thought to almost everything. Itachi followed his little brother towards the garage and into the car. The other car supposedly parked in the very back of the spacious garage, wasn’t there. So those two really hasn’t come home yet. There had to be something wrong for them to be kept this late in the morning already. The elder Uchiha opened the back passenger’s seat and securely placed his bag, then himself entering the front seat of the car. The rain was pelting against the garage door, his own indication that the weather was also agreeing to both brothers’ anxiety. This horrid weather must be just another bad omen of things to come, but as Itachi has to let it go, for now. He got comfortable at the seat of the car, however, internally flinching from the touch of the younger’s fingertips. Could this be the moment that his true identity will be revealed? Until he heard what Sasuke had to ask.

“If I was your Niisan… I don’t even think I could ever show you my real self. If I was him, I don’t think I could ever have the courage to face my own sins…”

It was quiet in the car. Nothing, but the air conditioner and rain on the car body was heard. There weren’t any cars on the road either and that much was odd. There were always students walking or biking to school, workers sweeping the front of the stores, people driving to their respected jobs. However, there weren’t any of that sort, not a single soul on the streets and even the skies were empty of birds as well as other creatures. At the parking lot, Itachi unbuckled his seat belt and got his bag out of the back passenger’s seat. Although it wasn’t raining terribly, he still didn’t want either of them to be sick again so he taken out an umbrella from his bag, propping open the item. The elder motioned Sasuke to stay under the umbrella with him, though no one would find that strange since it’s considering ‘helping a student in need.’ It would actually be helpful in having the younger around to be his student assistant. It would actually be best since he hasn’t finished any papers and the other two aren’t there with the Uchiha to make him safe around the rest of the students and suspecting teachers. Also it was nice to have his otouto around hours that they aren’t really supposed to have a relationship.

“I see no problem in that. I have to finish grading some papers anyway.
And no it wasn’t your fault. It was mine for being careless.”

At the light rain of the skies, they walked towards the darkened school building, which looked more gloomy than usual. Somehow, there still were barely any students yet. Checking his blackberry, it seemed a little earlier than usual so it was proper for students to be arriving at this time. Strike on that sense of eeriness, however, the car also reassured him on that half. Itachi walked inside the building, opening the door for his little brother as he shook the excess water off the umbrella. Inside there was just this complete sense of eeriness. There wasn’t any shuffling of shoes for teachers retrieving their mail or some news. There wasn’t any voices telling each other what they dreaded about today’s teaching day, what students they didn’t want to deal with, perfect ones that they wanted more students like that particular person. Just complete soundless nothing. He walked up the stairs with the younger following to his classroom. The lights were off and the classroom was spotless, although on his desk was filled with get-well flowers and cards. Such strange things to be put on a teacher’s desk, however, it were nice gestures, just nothing that he really thought about. The elder flicked on the lights and placed his bag on his chair.

“Such beautiful flowers for some meaningless occasion.
What do you think, Uchiha?”

So many dreams were broken and so much was sacrificed
Was it worth the ones we loved and had to leave behind
So many years have passed, who are the noble and the wise?
Will all our sins be justified?
Please forgive me for the sorrow
For leaving you in fear
For the dreams we had to silence
That's all they'll ever be
Still I'll be the hand that serves you
Though you'll not see that it is me

xxxxxxxxxxxHαviиg ωαƨℎε∂ ∂σωи my ∂яy τℎяσατ,

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxyσυя иαmε ωiℓℓ mσiƨτεи my ℎεαяτ.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxHσω mαиy ςυτƨ ƨℎσυℓ∂ I яερεατ?

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxHσω mαиy fατεƨ ƨℎσυℓ∂ I αςςερτ?

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx∂σεƨ it ℎαvε αи εи∂?

[Astaisia]

Mary had a little lamb....

Eery didnt define what he was feeling right now, oddly enough the school was empty. No teachers or other students to greet either of them. Strange...Sasuke was always followed around by either Ino or Sakura and neither of them werre waiting at the door for him. One teacher had passed but he seemed very solemn. He couldnt help but shutter and cross his arms. Taking a glance to his Sensei...was he feeling this aswell? No probably not. He wouldnt let the feeling bother him, it was probably just his imagination. Perhaps worrying for no reason, they ventured into his Sensei's classroom and gazed to the flowers, a glare had graced his usual calm and doe like eyes. Though the gesture was kind, he was sure it was from a woman and it was unacceptable through Sasuke's eyes. He walked over to the desk, picked up the card and seethed. Claring at the small white card with hearts it read 'Mitarashi Anko'. Perhaps he was over reacting? Perhaps he wasnt Anko was known to be a little permiscuous, perhaps if she was aware that his Sensei was taken she wouldn't talk about his Sensei so much...after all, he was the only thing she talked about whenever she had the chance.

"A kind gesture...from an annoying woman who doesnt know when to stop."

Placing the card back in the flower he turned away from them, returning to the classroom door and closed it. He loved that the doors werre sound proof. He stepped over to his Sensei and slid his arms around the Elder Uchiha's waist, raising is head he pressed a light kiss to his Sensei's neck and turned away. Taking his things from him and placing them by the desk. Looking for the papers that had to be graded. In history Sasuke was always right accept for the occasional question that he had a hard time answering. The young Uchiha adored history it was one of his strong points and succeeded better then that damn Shikamaru or Neji...whom he could have sworn was into him at one point. He found the papers and smiled triumphantly, searching through the piles for what was corrected and what wasnt and seperated them. Sitting at his Sensei's chair, he grapped a pen and looked through the tests and raised a brow. So this is what the Sensei had to deal with? Nonesence from idiot students who werrent paying attention?

"I feel awefully sorry for you Sensei...these students are idiots..."

He placed the pages down and glanced to his Sensei, crossing his arms and placing them on the desk he tilted his head and ran his tongue along his bottom lip. He eyed the elder curiously and sighed to himself. Leaning back in the chair and crossed his legs, he thought back on what his Sensei had said earlier about his Aniki. Was he really that ashamed? Did he think that he wouldnt forgive him when he already had? Didnt he realise that he loved with from the very depths of his soul? Even if it was a sin, it would never change. His Sensei was a mirror image, perhaps it was his Aniki playing the part of the second half he wished to be. It was convincing, but love was blind, and perhaps he'd never realise that his Sensei trully was his Aniki. His heartstrings tugged and he lowered his eyes. He would have to live with his Sensei, he loved the man, he really did but he'd atleast like to see his Aniki from time to time if he was going to play this way and never show himself, maybe if he saw him again he could talk to him...have him come see him from time to time.

"Maybe Niisan doesnt realise that I've aleady forgiven him...?"

He went back to correcting the tests. Slidding his own that hadnt been corrected yet out of the pile so his Sensei can do it. The majority of the questions on each test werre wrong though Shikamaru and Neji did very well. He had done theirs first, Sasuke could possibly easily be a teacher if this was very simple for him to accomplish. A second grader could answer these questions and yet high school students couldnt? Perhaps its was because they thought they 'knew everything' and that was false, only an Uchiha almost knew everything, thought it was purely based on logic. He looked to the clock and raised a brow, there was still no one in the hallways and yet it was almost 8. He placed the pile of pages down, and walked over to the door and pulled it open. Gazing into the hallway, empty other then one or two students...was something going on today that the majority of the schools student population didnt want to take part in?

"Somethings wrong here Sensei...Theres no one here. The hallways should be full by now."

Outside the storm had turned quite violent, thunder raddled the school, and it was loud. He closed the door and looked to his Sensei, the young Uchiha's body tenced when thunder rattled the school and he raised his hands in defence to his head and blushed. Lowering his eyes and returned to his seat. Perhaps Sasuke would never grow out of such a childish fear. He was a little ashamed to let his Sensei know he was afraid of thunder, he already knew that was for sure but to continue to display that fear was frankly quite pathetic in his part. He motioned for his Sensei to come closer and he held his arms out for him, much like he used to when he was little to have his Aniki pick him up.

"Why does it always have to rain...
Dei and Sai didnt come home last night did they..."

...His eyes as black as coal.

If we play very quiet my love...Mary never has to know.

[Lovelie Antics]

I am the Darkness

I ҡиσω τℎατ ∂ ε ε ρ iи yσυя ℎ ε α я τ,

The dreams that haunt you at Night

ϒσυ ҡиσω ωεℓℓ ωε ςαииστ bε α ρ α я τ.

I will never stop

βεςαυƨε yσυя ℎ ε α я τ αи∂ b σ ∂ y αgяεε,

Until I get what I desire most

τℎατ yσυ αяε и σ τ ℎ i и g ωiτℎσυτ mε.

The child without a name grew up to be the hand
To watch you, to shield you, or kill on demand
The choice he'd made he could not comprehend
His blood a grim secret they had to commend
He's torn between his honor and the true love of his life
He prayed for both but was denied

● Tℎε ● βяiℓℓiαиτ ● ζяimƨσи ● Mσσи ●
⎡Can we ever find true happiness together? Was it meant to be?⎦

There was this slight pause from the younger that only made him look at the boy. What was this? Did Itachi sense some sort of jealousy in the young Uchiha’s eyes? Always the calm and collected one have such feelings as this? It was actually surprising to get a reaction like this from Sasuke. It was true that Uchihas bare no feelings such as these, though Sasuke fully showed that the family was capable of feeling something like that and show it to other people without caring what people thought. He stole a glance at the younger’s reaction as well as at the name of the person who gave the beautiful flowers. It was none other than Mitarashi Anko who dropped off the kind gesture earlier this morning. Sure, they were just friends though how the other teacher speaks to him, it seems like a whole other level. Occasionally she would ask him out on a drink after work or otherwise dinner, however, Itachi would always find a reason or some excuse to get out of something that had anything social to do with her. He already knows of how much Anko likes to party and drink, who knows what she does in the after hours of the night. There were actually some rumors from students as well as teachers that she would have sex with the first hot person who bought her a drink. He could actually believe them since some days her eyes would look dilated and on those days it would be independent study. Though, he knows nothing of what she talks about behind his back. Little did he know that Anko is obsessed with the history teacher, even though that’s not the way she acts around him.

“Don’t be that way, love. Anko-sensei is a good person.”

The younger’s short, but sweet attention really surprised Itachi since they were in the school classroom. However, all rooms were soundproof like the practice rooms for music. The school thought that it was a smart idea for soundproof since students were rowdy during class. He took out a textbook from his bookshelf and turned to the proper page of his class lesson. Today was mainly on government of ancient Japan, which the elder could say that it is not very interesting. Now that he thought of it, school was never interesting for him. It was just another task that needed to be completed by the prodigy and he gotten it finished under minimum years. He actually finished high school around Sasuke’s age and completed college before he turned twenty-one. Considering he was the Uchiha prodigy, this was normal under their father’s eyes. If that wretched man was still alive, then he would consider the younger to be slow or else intelligently incompetent compared to his aniki. Although if that was the case, Itachi would defend his little brother no matter the circumstance, even if that meant physically hurt by that man. There were already many scars inflicted on his marred skin, what else could he have lost then? The history teacher had the textbook in one hand as he was writing some vocabulary words for his lecture today. The sound of the chalk scratching against the board was the only thing being heard in the utter, eerie silence.

“No student is considered an idiot, even if it seems that way.
Teaching comes with patience and patience is a virtue.”

Continuing to write down the notes on the chalkboard, he half smirked and half chuckled. He didn’t know either on how patient he is with all these brats. There were more foolish students than intelligent ones, which really blew at his fuse. At least he wasn’t a math teacher or else there would be more lines on his facial features. Although the one question burning in his mind was only about forgiveness. If Sasuke could really forgive his aniki like he said that he does? Could that be one giant lie that would just break him even more? That was something that Itachi couldn’t handle anymore. Not again. He finished writing on the board in his most perfect handwriting and brushed off his hands from the chalk residue. Everything looked as pristine as it could be, another Uchiha trait that he still couldn’t keep away. It was just one thing that could never be hidden because it was always a part of him. This could have lead Sasuke towards his sensei also being his aniki. The signs were all there, however, the younger male just doesn’t see it. Good thing or else, this would be even more difficult for Itachi then. Not that it was any simpler than what it is now. It had to be just as difficult. He placed the open textbook onto his crowded desk and decided to place the bouquet of flowers onto another table of his room, some place that needed some bright colors.

“Perhaps so…”

Mainly saying to himself, whilst he placed the vase someplace else in the room. He decided near a windowsill, where it could face the bright sunshine. However, just not today that would happen. The history teacher peered out the window, through the blinds and saw some students piling towards the school. Possibly the dreary day has already taken a toll on the students for unwillingly coming to school today, but that’s most of the school days. Just this time, it was different. Somehow and someway, there was a distinct difference of today however, there wasn’t anything in his mind that would want to explore that any farther. Itachi stood there for a second or two more then walked towards his now empty desk. There was only one paper left to grade and it was the young Uchiha’s. Perhaps it was left for him to do, though first he looked through the pile of corrected sheets. As he looked through each grade, there was only one thought running through his mind; what complete idiots. The grades were in the seventies and lower, occasionally very few A’s and couple of B’s, although there weren’t enough to satisfy him. It wasn’t that the elder Uchiha was a bad teacher; he explained every single little detail that could possibly be talked about and advised them to read the textbook for more information. Even the question weren’t difficult to figure out. He used the easiest way of wording the question that they were all so straightforward. He shook his head, while continuing to look at the rest of the tests. This was the most that his students disappointed him. Probably because summer was already starting to kick in for them, it was already a little more than a month until school was over. Grading the very last test in the most proficient manner that an Uchiha could do. The elder certainly wasn’t surprised that his favorite student gotten a very high passing grade.

“Weather does some interesting things to people right, Sasuke?”

He saw the reaction of the younger Uchiha once the thunder played its treacherous song. Fears never really played a large part in Itachi’s life. He never really gotten scared in his entire life. There was actually not really anything that he was truly frightened about. Well there was one thing that he could admit to himself. If there were something, anything to be horrified about, it would have to have something about Sasuke. His little brother was the most precious thing that was ever in his life. Without Sasuke at all, the elder knew that his own happiness would only come until Judgment Day. However, the only reason there weren’t any fears in the elder was that their father would beat him until there wasn’t anything left to fear. It was a strange concept since it would be more common to fear more once been abused, but it was different for Itachi. He had to fight that fear and be void of any real emotion to keep from his feelings getting in the way. Although, that didn’t exactly work since here he was; in love his own brother. The elder saw that same motion that Sasuke always done before and this time it didn’t change what he would do. He fixed the tests into an organized pile and went over to his little brother. Picking the younger up into his arm and leaned against a desk, he ran a hand through the other’s short, raven locks while affectionately kissing his forehead with uttermost tenderness. The elder Uchiha leaned his own temple against the younger’s, sighing in defeat about the blonde as well as the artist’s well being. He didn’t really know how to tell Sasuke about this whole ordeal, but replied in something that wasn’t a lie nor entirely the revealing truth.

“I cannot say… nor could I lie to you, love.
Sai and Deidara… They didn’t come home because of… a silly request.”

So many dreams were broken and so much was sacrificed
Was it worth the ones we loved and had to leave behind
So many years have passed, who are the noble and the wise?
Will all our sins be justified?
Please forgive me for the sorrow
For leaving you in fear
For the dreams we had to silence
That's all they'll ever be
Still I'll be the hand that serves you
Though you'll not see that it is me

xxxxxxxxxxxHαviиg ωαƨℎε∂ ∂σωи my ∂яy τℎяσατ,

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxyσυя иαmε ωiℓℓ mσiƨτεи my ℎεαяτ.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxHσω mαиy ςυτƨ ƨℎσυℓ∂ I яερεατ?

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxHσω mαиy fατεƨ ƨℎσυℓ∂ I αςςερτ?

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[Astaisia]

Mary had a little lamb....

The young Uchiha smirked, Anko a good person? Yeah okay, she was snide and decisive. With an 'I'm better then you' attitude, even if it portrayed quite often by the young Uchiha he never took it as far as she did and rubbed it in everyones faces. He burried his face in his Sensei's shoulder and took in his sweet smell, wrapping his legs tight around the elders waist, he turned his head to kiss his neck with butterfly kisses and smiled to himself. Raising his head, he pressed his forehead against his elders and gave him a hard kiss, sighing through his nose. His eyes glanced to the door, there still seemed to be no one passing the door in the hallway it was perfect. Thunder rumbled once more and the young ravenette's body tenced and he lowered his head against his Sensei's shoulder. How he hated his childish fear, a wimper threatened to make itself known through his lips and he tightened his grasp around his Sensei's shoulders.

"I love you Sensei..."

He turned his head towards the window and sighed sadly, he missed Deidara and Sai's presence and yet he didnt know them to long. Though they werre the first people he shared a real connection with after his Aniki. The rain started to come down hard and patter against the window in soft taps. Rain against a window, or roof of a house was one of those things that deffinetly put the young Uchiha to sleep when thunder wasnt involved. Sasori lied about Deidara and Sai hadnt he to keep him from worrying...Then where were they? They should still be in town...right? What if they werre dead? And Japan still has underground sex markets and a blond wasnt common in these regions and Sai...he was practically as perfect as an Uchiha. Infact, he could pass as familly to Sasuke, and Sasuke could pass as familly to his Sensei...wait, he looked almost like his Sensei. He turned away from the window, the busy thoughts and gentle rain was pulling him into a slumber and he looked up to his Sensei and raised his head, pressing his cheek to his Sensei's and allowed his fingers to find refuge within the elders hair.

"They're missing arrent they Sensei...?"

A lump formed in his throat and he his his eyes. First his Aniki went missing, now it was Sai and Deidara. Tears threatened to fall and he looked to his Sensei and wipped them away. Pressing another lighter kiss to his Sensei's lips and breaking in a shacky breath and layed his temple against his elders. His fingers fiddles restlessly with his Sensei's hair, and he jumped there was the small sound of clicking at the door and he turned his head with wide eyes. There in the doorway stood a pink haired girl with a large blush apparent on her cheeks. The young Uchiha's heart raced and he held onto his Sensei tighter, despite being discovered he didnt want to be released from his Sensei's arms. There was a mild look of disgust glittering in her eyes and Sasuke trembles. Sakura was one of the biggest gossips in the school next to Ino. The two always worked together to get dirt on their next victim and he was sure this would get out if something wasnt done about it. He turned his eyes to his Sensei in worry then to the pink haired girl who had intruded their privacy.

"Sensei...I think you need to put your desk in the back of the classroom from now on..."

"Sasuke...
This...Its...wrong, so disgusting."

"You dislike you because you're not getting what you want Sakura..."

Giving his Sensei one more kiss he reclaimed his spot on his Elder's shoulder and closed his eyes. He felt at ease despite the intrusion he knew he should be worried but his Sensei always seemed to have a way to deal with things Sasuke was in no control of. Thunder rolled in the currently quiet room and the young Uchiha let out a quiet yelp and hid his face in his Sensei's neck. Gripping his ponytail in a tight, yet loose grasp before releasing the beautiful thick locks and slid his fingers along the back of his elder's neck. The girl still hadnt left and things werre getting uncomfortable, perhaps he should...beat her until she kept her mouth shut? No, Sasuke would never hit a girl. Especially since Sakura had never really done anything to gain his dislike. She tried to get him to notice her but deffinetly not like how Ino had attempted to do so. His body shuttered against his Sensei's and he peeked beneath his Elders chin and frowned.

"Sakura please...Dont tell anyone about this..."

"Y-you're gay...I had no idea. Thats just so...disgusting!"

Those words had caused the young Uchiha to flinch and retreat within himself. He closed his eyes and turned his head away from the girl to face the window. Taking in a slow breath to ease the pang in his chest. Yes, you could say he was but he was still interested in girls but...He loved his Sensei, and he would certainly never give him up for someone like Sakura or Ino. No, he'd never replace his Sensei with a woman, no one was worthy enough to replace the two he held so dear to his heart...But he couldnt have bolth, society was cruel and if his Aniki returned...it would most likely have to be one or the other. He didnt want to choose, he wanted them bolth, now this was bad that was for sure. A teacher wasnt supostu be with his student, but if people had found out he was in an inscestual relationship with his Aniki the bolth of them would get into allot of trouble with the law and possibly be sent to jail. His Aniki would have been labeled a sex offender and if Sakura didnt keep her mouth shut his Sensei would be aswell.

"Sensei...dispose of her please..."

...His eyes as black as coal.

If we play very quiet my love...Mary never has to know.

[Lovelie Antics]

I am the Darkness

I ҡиσω τℎατ ∂ ε ε ρ iи yσυя ℎ ε α я τ,

The dreams that haunt you at Night

ϒσυ ҡиσω ωεℓℓ ωε ςαииστ bε α ρ α я τ.

I will never stop

βεςαυƨε yσυя ℎ ε α я τ αи∂ b σ ∂ y αgяεε,

Until I get what I desire most

τℎατ yσυ αяε и σ τ ℎ i и g ωiτℎσυτ mε.

The child without a name grew up to be the hand
To watch you, to shield you, or kill on demand
The choice he'd made he could not comprehend
His blood a grim secret they had to commend
He's torn between his honor and the true love of his life
He prayed for both but was denied

● Tℎε ● βяiℓℓiαиτ ● ζяimƨσи ● Mσσи ●
⎡Can we ever find true happiness together? Was it meant to be?⎦

The young Uchiha mainly dominated the hard kiss, however, it was only out of permission that Itachi let him do so. Otherwise, he would have totally seduced the younger into a melted pile of love lust and lust was not needed for a full day of school. Itachi could handle going without a touch for the whole day and more, though Sasuke was another story. He didn’t know if the younger could hold his hormones for the rest of the school day and expose the sin that they were committed in. There were endless possibilities that could go wrong if a single student were to step into the room at this very moment. The elder Uchiha would have to be forced to quit his teaching occupation and get his hands dirty. There was also the option of committing the perfect crime on that person. One student or teacher could be easily replaced unexpectedly. Police were easily swayed by great amounts of money that was easily understood in this world. He loved those feather-like touches from his otouto. They were perfect in every way possible, though if people only can understand that if they weren’t brothers, it would be so much more acceptable. If only their parents and last names were different, it wouldn’t have to be this great sin. He wrapped a protective arm around the younger while the other was rested on his head.

“I love you, my little Sasuke.”

It was strange how the elder Uchiha was also thinking the same thing as Sasuke. There was really only one thing on his mind; how was Deidara and Sai? Were they all right? Were they dead? They were certainly captured that much the elder knew. The artist kid knew how to be careful, but he didn’t have enough experience on the field. While Deidara had good field experience for only the two times they were out, however, the blondie was overcame by emotions whenever something goes wrong and panics out of nowhere. It was either the blonde got freaked out by something and the artist couldn’t calm him down, while everything went wrong or else they were outwit by someone out of the ordinary. That had to be the answer and explanation for everything. Although, he hoped that both of them would be strong and endure the pain they must be going through. Itachi could only imagine the torture they might be going through since this was Orochimaru that they were dealing with. Hopefully, they weren’t already made into science experiments for his own enjoyment. He couldn’t conjure up their bodies into mangled messes on the ground with blood every which way. Internally the elder shuddered at the thought. It would be like that basement in that horrid building all over again. And how would Sasori feel about seeing his lover like that? If Sasuke was in that position, the Uchiha will murder everyone in sight and he will get his revenge for someone to ever touch his property in that intimate kind of way.

“Possibly, they are…”

He held on tighter to the younger Uchiha’s delicate frame. If this was what happened when two of his friends go missing and they didn’t know each other for that long, the elder couldn’t imagine how much pain Sasuke must have felt when his aniki left him that night. There wasn’t anything that the elder could have done to prevent that from happening. If he had stayed, the police would have arrested him or he could have died from the blood loss. Either way it would have ended badly because of those consequences. His lips moved in unison with the younger’s light touch. All good things had to go wrong and this was no exception to that rule. The sound of the door clicking open, he knew that this peacefulness wouldn’t last forever. It was apparent that something like this would happen one of these days, although to be revealed to another student this early in the game, it was rather sloppy for the Crimson Moon’s taste. However, he has his precautions when something like this would ever happen. The voice was very familiar to one of his students. It had this nervous, timid tone and it was definitely feminine. There was only two people in his classes like that, either the Hyuuga girl and Haruno, although how she was speaking to Sasuke like that, it had to be the Haruno girl.

It would be a bad idea how they were still together like this when there was another person around to watch this. It felt rather uncomfortable, though the emotion didn’t play on his face. He bet that if this happened long ago with his classmates, they would be disgusted with him, too. If it were with another guy, they would react the same way. Unless it was his little brother, then they would be all over the gossip. It was a positive thing to have his emotions blinded by chains and never let out of the cage. Well, that was before the Uchiha brothers even shared their feelings with each other, though did they really share their feelings? This whole time, it could have been lust playing its role in their incestuous relationship. Whatever Sasuke felt, it was real for Itachi, however, he did regret kissing his little brother for the first time that night. The only reason for that regret was it was wrong in his mentality, although whatever was left of his heart and soul, it felt so right. Before that one incidental kiss, they were normal brothers. The older one not having much to do with the younger, even though Itachi was really protecting him behind the curtains. The younger always wanting to be like the older or even out shining. That was normal in a regular family’s eyes, but this relationship now it was repulsive even to society’s view.

“Let me take care of her and Sasuke close the door.”

Removing himself from the younger’s grip, he walked behind his desk to retrieve something from the drawers. Itachi never thought that he would ever have to use something like this on one of his students. He took out a syringe of blue liquid and neared the pinkette. Anyone would be scared if someone with a needle of liquid coming closer to you. Sakura stupidly gotten cornered against the door and the history teacher. He grabbed her arm, refraining her from escaping his clutches. At this point in time, this would almost make the elder Uchiha look like a bad guy in this case. However, this was just precautions for getting this relationship caught in the clutches of the police and any other meddlers. This was the first time that any of the Crimson Moon’s victims would come back alive and in one piece. This was something an Akatsuki member would never do because it would only cause trouble if they were still alive. Well if anything went wrong, Kisame and Hidan would have his back in situations like this. There was this evil glint in the elder’s eyes. The type of glint he would have when there was going to be blood spilled, but this wasn’t the time for any of that going to happen. This was in front of his precious otouto and this was a public place where another poor soul could see this.

“I’m not going to kill you, Haruno. Think of this as forgetting everything that you seen and heard here so when you wake up, all you will remember are hazy nothings. And if you somehow remember anything, don’t expect to be alive tomorrow.
If only you weren’t here at this very exact moment, you wouldn’t be in a mess like this, now wouldn’t you Haruno? I suggest next time knocking before you enter because you wouldn’t be so lucky as you are now. Remember that… oh wait, it slipped my mind, you won’t ever remember anything of this. Good night, Haruno.”

He covered her mouth from screaming and causing attention towards them, even though these rooms are soundproof. Piercing the needle through her skin and injected the contents within her body. Sakura’s eyes were wide, but then started to droop into a peaceful sleep. At the last droplets were entering her body, she started to lose her balance and the history teacher caught her from falling. Itachi had to carry the girl bridal style and it felt so wrong to do so. Women were fine to be with, however, little girls like Sakura was just plain disgusting. Men were true sinners if they liked having sex with these little girls. That had to be one of the most disturbing thoughts in the world. Luckily Sasuke didn’t like people like this one in the elder’s arms. There was nothing to be jealous about or else he wouldn’t have let this girl go off so easily. If this were the type who really annoyed his little brother, this girl would be kidnapped just after she would leave this classroom. Kisame would have a nice time torturing this girl and Konan would possibly want a b***h to boss around in the base. In Konan’s sick mind, she would probably tell Sakura to whore around for money so that she would be useful to the gang or perhaps work in the bar as one of those bar whores. Either way, it would be very interesting to watch.

“Such a nuisance…
Well, I’m going to bring her to the nurse’s office and they can take care of her from there.
And my little prince, don’t listen to this useless girl, I love you with all my heart.”

So many dreams were broken and so much was sacrificed
Was it worth the ones we loved and had to leave behind
So many years have passed, who are the noble and the wise?
Will all our sins be justified?
Please forgive me for the sorrow
For leaving you in fear
For the dreams we had to silence
That's all they'll ever be
Still I'll be the hand that serves you
Though you'll not see that it is me

xxxxxxxxxxxHαviиg ωαƨℎε∂ ∂σωи my ∂яy τℎяσατ,

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxyσυя иαmε ωiℓℓ mσiƨτεи my ℎεαяτ.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxHσω mαиy ςυτƨ ƨℎσυℓ∂ I яερεατ?

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxHσω mαиy fατεƨ ƨℎσυℓ∂ I αςςερτ?

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx∂σεƨ it ℎαvε αи εи∂?

[Lovelie Antics]

The only thing he could feel was the cold and dampness of the concrete floor of this unknown building. His hands were bound behind his back as well as his legs with rope and metal handcuffs. As much as he wants to escape, every time he would attempt, his wrists and ankles would get cut through his skin causing more of this stinging pain of his flesh. His dominate arm was almost to the point of looking mangled. Dried dark crimson blood was starting to cover the multiple knife cuts. Some were deep, almost touching his bone and muscle while others were light as paper cuts. It almost seemed that he lost any feeling in his arm. The other arm felt like it was on fire, he didn’t know why since he couldn’t stay awake from all the pain. His torso was black and blue with bruises from beatings, biting fetishes as if he could feel some of his own flesh gone from his form. Sai’s back was branded in several places with the emblem of the enemy’s signature animal. It felt like it was still burning through the flesh at his back, even though that was done hours ago of the early morning. His neck was tattooed the very same symbol that all his pets have on their necks. The ink felt unnatural like it was some scientific concoction of poisons and other hazardous liquids. There was this heavy bitter taste in his mouth as if he couldn’t even remember what he had done earlier this morning. There were a few hazy scenes of a couple of guys who were saying some things about having some fun with him. After that, his eyes were covered by some blindfold while, his body felt heated and his mind went into nothingness. He didn’t even know if he was drugged or anything. Not recalling anything, there was nothing in his mind. It was just utter emptiness.

And there he was just lying there on the ground, not being able to move or have the energy to do so. If he tried to move one centimeter, his whole body would feel like it’s on fire. Even though, every part of his body felt like it on fire already. Every part, even where his most intimate parts felt violated and disgusting. The only relief was that the floor was cold against his cheek and they left him alone for the time being. Even though this was only a few hours, this felt like days and days of torture. It felt as if time stood still in this hellhole and there was nothing that could be done about this. He wondered if the elder Uchiha and Sasori would ever find them, let alone look for them. He hoped to the heavens that someone will save him from this ordeal. His mind slipped into and out of consciousness, so tired from all the abuse that he already taken. He was almost to the point of feeling nothing and at least the pain was starting to subside from his mind. Sai’s breathing was shallow and felt that his heart was getting slower and slower, however, he didn’t know if that was just in his mind or else his body just wanted to give out now. There were loud footsteps creeping closer and closer towards his form. The artist’s mind was begging for everything to stop now, but in reality he knows that would never happen. The loud footsteps ceased right near his body and whoever this was, he wanted to have some clemency just this once.

“P-please… kill me now…”

A pause. Then a loud, evil laughter pierced through the quiet room.

“Now my favorite little artist, why would I want to do that to you, Sai?”

The older male crouched down to touch the cheek of the younger. He caressed the said cheek with the back of his fingertips as gently as he could. Seeing Sai flinch, even though the black silk blindfold covered his eyes, the older male could still tell from his body language. He smirked and removed his defiled hand while standing up. Stepping on Sai’s torso to get him to lay flat on his back, the younger cried out because of the rough pain of the brands and from leaning on his arms. There was an evil grin plastered on the elder’s face that would scare anyone if they seen it, however luckily the artist couldn’t see it through the blindfold. Sai bit his lip from showing any other pains that would farther provoke the snake from doing anything more. There were tears welling in his eyes, but were caught by the blindfold. He didn’t want to be here anymore. Death seemed like a better option than any of this hell. That was what this whole thing was, a living hell. The snake fiercely planted his foot on the stomach of the artist’s, twisting the ball of his foot in different directions, earning himself more of those screams of pain. It was like a symphony in his ears just hearing something as pleasurable as what was being unwillingly spat out.

“P-please… I want to… die… I-I’m begging you…”

“My, my. I didn’t think that my precious little artist knows how to beg and for death as well. I thought you were one without emotions. What happened to you Sai? Did the Uchiha change you this much?
Anyway, why would you want to die now? Don’t you want to know what happened to your partner, little Dei? Or don’t you want to know what I’m going to do with your friend, Uchiha Itachi’s lover?
If you die now, you won’t get to witness any of the fun, will you?”

“Don’t hurt, Deidara. Please don’t hurt him. Let me take his place, please.
You… you don’t mean…S—”

“Why would you want to take Deidara’s place? Wasn’t it him who wanted to rape you? What kind of friend would want to do that to another friend? Why would want to save him?
Is it because he has someone waiting for him once you get back home? Sasori, wasn’t? Wouldn’t you be jealous because you don’t have that? Is it because you have nothing else to live for? Do you think that there will be no one to miss you when you’re gone? Is that the reason for taking Deidara’s place in all of this?
And yes, I mean him. He makes a nice ******** toy don’t you think? Perfect body and a prestigious family blood coursing through his veins. It’s no surprise that his precious aniki would want him so badly. And you know… today I will have my prize.”

Sai was about to plead again, but was stopped by the twisting of the older’s foot. He screamed from the extra pressure at his torso, which again echo in the gigantic room. The snake took out a syringe from the inside of his black leather jacket and took his foot off of the boy’s stomach. He crouched down to the artist’s level, caressing that same cheek once again, while stabbing the needle in Sai’s arm, without warning. Pushing down the liquid into the body until every last drop was consumed. The liquid was this dark shade of green and actually had a pleasant aroma. To think something this torturous could have the appearance and odor as pleasant as this. It just goes to show that no one really knows the true face of it all. The snake twirled the now empty syringe between his fingers and smirked at the face of the young artist. It was a mix of pain and possibly pleasure from the numbness the liquid gave off. Sai was starting to tremble from what he didn’t understand. It was obvious that he was scared from all of these strange experiences. This was the first time that the snake ever saw his younger this emotional before. He started to snicker from all these cute reactions.

“I bet you’re wondering what I just put into your body. It’s a fun little concoction that I created recently. You know Zetsu taught me a couple of things before I left the gang and they were some very useful things, I might add.

You know, it must be nice to not feel any pain. Well the next time you wake up, everything will feel so very different. Your nerves will be even more sensitive than ever before. Every pleasure will feel so intense that your mind will be in heaven, although that is the only positive thing out of this whole ordeal.

Now for the negative side affects. Pleasure will feel intense and pain will feel the same. Every little cut will feel like butchering. Every kick and punch will feel like a sledgehammer at your body. Every touch will get your body to react to. It is better if you experience it yourself than me explaining it to you for the next twenty-four hours. You will be wishing and begging even more for death the next time you wake up.

Have some fun because this will be the first and the last time that you will ever have this kind of feeling.
Good bye, Sai.”

[Astaisia]

Mary had a little lamb....

A small sigh escaped the boy's lips when his Sensei had released him. He looked to Sakura with a blank expression on his face and smirked. Leaning against the desk, his eyes ventured to the syringe containing the blue liquid. Not that he really cared what his Sensei did to the annoying girl. Aslong as she wasnt a nuissance to him he was happy, now he just needed to rid himself of Ino who trully was the biggest nuissance between the two of them. He sighed and hung his legs over the edge, swinging them back and forth as he awaited his Sensei's return. Things werre uncomfortably quiet as he awaited the elders return. Not even the few minutes he was gone the school hadnt gained any more students. Today his classes would be small and boring, and that ment he only had to be present a few minutes for each class and head off to do whatever he wished. Top students usually always got what they wanted. Sasuke didnt really have to study in order to pass his tests and exams.

The door opened with a click and Sasuke's eyes raised with an excited sparkle. He smiled to his elder and slid off the desk. Returning to the elders side, he crawled onto his body once more, wrapping his legs around his waist and reclaimed his rightful place. He kissed his Sensei's cheek and glanced out the window. No one was passing the door, perhaps today would be the day his Sensei took him? No luck usually wasnt on his side so those odds werre slim. They had been interrupted every single time the two of them werre so close to having a private moment together. The interruptions certainly werre angering, and knowing that Sakura had simply waltsed right in without knocking had angered him even more. Despite the interruptions he wouldnt allow that to keep him from loving his Sensei. Sadening as it was, this reminded him so much of his Aniki, he tried his hardest to seperate his Sensei from his Aniki but it was hard to put the peaces together in his little mind.

"What was that stuff anyway Sensei?
She went out like a light."

A small boom reached Sasukes ears, followed by the school grounds trembling. He raised a brow and slid off his Sensei. He peeked out the window and placed a hand to his lips. The other side of the school had blown up. Though it didnt seem all that bad, a wall had simply collapsed, exposing the inside of the premesis. A low beeping had filled the room and Sasuke looked to the flowers. A green gas was being secreted from the pot and he returned to his Sensei's side and pulled the door open. This was just all to wierd, sorta like a james bond movie, things felt sureal at this moment. First Sakura...then things started acting wierd. Why? Was it linked? Perhaps she was the one watching him at night? Perhaps she was the one who had sent the guys to attack him. The second time was so close to Ino's shop after all. He bit his thumb and backed out of the room. A couple students had run down the hallway, the intercom crackeled, and screetched before Kakashi's voice could be heard over the annoying machine.

"Could all the students please head to the gym imediately."

"Sensei...whats going on?
Things just keep getting wierder..."

It was true, things really werre getting wierd, first when his Aniki left him he was being watched by someone....all the time, then things start to get confusing and he's questioning his thoughts on who his Sensei really was, Sai and Deidara knew each other just out of the blue when the two of them seemed to come from two seperate worlds. Then someone explodes out of their appartment complex, and now all this. Like, what the hell was going on. The young Uchiha passed his fingers through his hair and he looked to his Sensei for an answer, and why was Kakashi on the intercom? Most teachers werrent authorised to use it, so werre was the principal? Had something happened? Was he caught in the blast? Or was it really that much of an emergency? Foot steps echoed down the hallway and a very pale figure with fire red hair had come into view and stopped, and waved. Was it the girl from his music class?

"There you are Sasuke, Kimimaro has asked me to search for any more students left anywerre in the school!"

"You meen...the art teacher?"

"Correct, we need to get to the gym right away. Some sort of terrorist...woah what is that!"

She pointed her finger to the green smoke that was taking over his Sensei's classroom and stared with a mouth agape.

"I dont know and I really dont wish to go anywerre near it."

"I better tell the principal then...Come Sasuke!"

The young girl grabbed his arm, and Sasuke glanced to his Sensei and gave a gentle smile and waved his hand. He wanted to stay with his Sensei, though was now the right time for such things? Perhaps not.

"I'l see you soon then Sensei..."

...His eyes as black as coal.

If we play very quiet my love...Mary never has to know.

[Lovelie Antics]

This was the second time that Sai had awoken today, though jolts of pain shot up and down his body. Why was his body so sore? Why did it hurt so much? Oh, how could his mind slip all those things that Orochimaru had spoken to him about? Every little touch did feel like a punch, every cut did feel like a stab, every single thing they done felt even more intensified than ever. It hurt. It hurt like nothing he ever felt before. Perhaps this was even worse than when his heart was ripped out from his chest cavity the day the only family in his life was taken away from him. However, this was excruciating pain that the artist couldn’t handle any longer. Death, anything else to escape this much pain, he would even sell his soul just to rid of this torment. How many people defiled his body? Countless perhaps, though he didn’t care as much anymore. Sure he was scared that they would do everything all over again, but he was already tainted from intrusions of his body, so what was the difference from then and now? Practically nothing, though this changed his whole perspective on everything that he was taught or what he was going to learn in the future about emotions. This only proved how much one doesn’t need emotions. If only he didn’t have the capacity to care, if only he didn’t learn what it was meant to be loved by what he called his own family. Maybe then this, everything, wouldn’t affect him as much.

He started to peek open his sore, reddened eyes from previous tears and didn’t find it black or blurry from a blindfold, but a very dim light from the ceiling. It took a while to get his vision back to normalcy and he just lay there on the ground. There wasn’t any gag around his mouth, though what was the point of screaming for help when there was no one to call to? Sai could barely swallow whatever residue was in his mouth prior waking up to this scene, but he didn’t have the energy to spit whatever it was out. It really seemed that the only things they didn’t touch was his legs, minus the ankles, and his face. Perhaps they liked his milky skin there and his innocent face that described everything that he was feeling at every moment of their heaven and his hell. The artist didn’t even try to escape because if he did, how far could he attempt in this condition? Not far with sore body parts as he was currently. Who could he run to if he did have enough strength? He didn’t want to burden anyone else in taking care of him. The Akatsuki already taken him in as a young child, given him a place to call his home. There were already so many things that they done for him as it is along with Uchiha Itachi. His elder showed him what it was like to protect the person he loves most. Although it stung at his heart that there wasn’t ever going to be someone who would love him the way that his aniki did.

And what really happened before all of this? Even the artist who has great memory of recreating pictures in his head could only remember vague things. One of them was driving the car, parking in some obscure location. They sneaked inside the main building of the snake’s lair as best as they could. It worked or they thought it did. Sai recalled watching the blonde’s back as he was searching for some information. They weren’t separated once because it would only cause more difficulties of coming home on time and in one piece. Oh how wrong they were during that late night, early morning. For just a second he took his eyes off of the location, but that was the worst time to take his eyes off. There had to been at least four males gagged both of them with some sort of drug on a cloth. His eyes were starting to droop into an unwilling sleep while he dropped his gun and they destroyed the only connection back to the two elders. There were whispers of incoherent words being said, though there were bits and pieces that he could catch in his almost-unconsciousness. ’Take him… so that Leader will have fun with him… And the blonde… The Leader thinks he needs time apart…’ After that, nothing. Maybe some feeling, a few noises here and there, sharp pains all over his body, bright lights then darkness, but nothing more than that much.

Sai’s breathing became more of a chore than anything, as if his ribs were stabbing what was left of the lungs. Blood was being coughed out of his lungs and out to the ground next to himself. Breathing was almost to the point of hurting. Maybe that much was in his mind or else it was real. The sound of some water leaking from a pipe filled his ears, in which he just concentrated on that to keep himself going. His eyes were free of tears since he already shed enough for today, though his spirit was broken. Broken into pieces of nothing that was ever left of it. No one needs to know since he was always a perfectionist in hiding any emotion that was buried deep inside. No one has to know, the Akatsuki, Itachi and especially Sasuke. He doesn’t need pity on himself or someone to cry for him. That was unnecessary in his lifeless eyes. There were loud bangs from the iron doors, or what seemed like iron doors. It seemed that those guys didn’t get enough from the artist. He tried to muster up every ounce of courage that he had in not showing his pain and anguish of what they were going to continue to do. Although, this time it was different. The sounds were heavier than usual and there was only two other people walking. Usually they liked to do things in a group because it gave more of an interesting factor. They dropped a kid on the floor close to Sai and only shock was written on his anguished face….

“S-Sasuke…?”