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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Naruto
  Relationship:
      Uchiha_Itachi/Uchiha_Sasuke, Uchiha_Fugaku/Uchiha_Itachi, Uchiha_Fugaku/
      Uchiha_Sasuke
  Character:
      Uchiha_Sasuke, Uchiha_Itachi, Uchiha_Fugaku
  Additional Tags:
      Incest, Time_Travel, Rape
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-07-19 Chapters: 4/? Words: 8972
****** All For You ******
by Shimmy
Summary
     Sasuke was beyond frustrated. Trapped in a body that could only do so
     much, and holding the knowledge of the terrible fate to come. He
     desperately tries to get stronger with only one goal in mind. To
     protect the brother that protected him for so long, by selling his
     soul to the devil.
Notes
     Midnight ramblings of a girl all too obsessed with Uchiha-cest
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Going Back (Prologue Part 1) *****
It was an agonizing thirteen years he endured.  From the age of five to
eighteen, he kept training.  Day in and day out, growing stronger and nurturing
his chakra to grow immensely.  He spent all his days abiding to theirwhims. 
The people that ordered his brother to assassinate his own clan, the people
that forced his brother to endure such pain, the people that made his brother
think the best solution was to have himself be named a traitor and that death
was his only release all the while  always thinking of his brother, them. But
no more, he was going to stop them before their plan could even unravel.  And
if he couldn't do that, he would make damn sure that his brother wouldn't have
to go through with it.  Not implying that he would replace his brother as
Konoha's pawn, but he would protect his brother.  And nothing would get in his
way.
It was finally the day of rebirth.  Sasuke opened the inscriptions of the
scrolls he had stolen a glance from all the clans.  In a few mere minutes, the
ninja from all over would close in on him.  They had realized far too late
though.  Each and every time he would slip in and scribble down the hand seals
necessary and the preparations required.  Every head was notified of the
disturbance of the scroll's safety but none of them informed the other
country.  They held far too much pride for that and wasted time trying to track
down the source of the disorder.  By that time, Sasuke escaped the country. 
Finally, the countries put their heads together and realized that the
perpetrator was after one thing only, the same thing Orochimaru had wanted;
eternal life.  Well, technically speaking.  In theory, if the jutsu was
preformed correctly, one would continue being reborn as their younger self
again and again but retain their thoughts.  However, when Orochimaru attempted
this, it back lashed and left him weak for twenty years.  Sasuke didn't have
time to wait around another twenty years, if this intended to work, it had to,
now!
He scanned the preparations once again, and breathed heavy.  It was ready.
The root of a tree was placed on the far east of the circle, representing the
youth he needed to return to.  A lock of his hair was in the far north of the
circle, representing the body his mind needed to locate.  A candle was placed
in the far west, to make sure the circle and his writings would be destroyed
once the jutsu had been complete.  And he placed one last thing to the far
south of the circle.  A letter sealed in a white envelope.
There they were, time, place, destruction, and memory.  He sat down in the
middle of the circle and preformed the necessary hand seals.  The circle
beneath him glowed red.
"Why, should we grant you this wish human?"  The question was more of an order,
demanding an answer from whoever dared wake its slumber.  The sudden voice
caused Sasuke to be startled but answer back firmly.
"I need to go back, back to when I was 5, maybe 4, just back!"  Sasuke
answered, his voice starting to tremble from the pressure exerted.
"Of course you do everyone does," The voice spoke unamused, "What, do you want
eternal youth as well?"
"NO!  You can kill me as soon as my mission is complete!"  Sasuke assured this
rose curiosity in the demon's mind.    
"I would love to, but you see, this time traveling thing causes everyone to
cease to exist here.''  The demon then cackled, "I would be gone too, poof!"
"I need to get back!"  Sasuke could hear the banging on the doors now, Shit,
they came here so fast. "Please!"  He then added, trying out all his options.
"Hmm, no.'' The demon spat, but soon added, "People come to me for eternal
life, why do you offer yours?"
"Because I need to protect someone I hold dear!"  Sasuke called out, his
urgency rapidly increasing with each knock.  He had placed a slew of genjutsu
and protection seals but even those wouldn't last too long.
"...Then bargain me this."  The demon snickered before grasping Sasuke's chin. 
"Give me a kiss."
"..Wha-" Before Sasuke could respond, the demon stuck his lips against his own,
gnawing and lapping his mouth.  He leaned back with a triumphant smirk,
"Alright here you go then!"  The demon activated the final part of the jutsu
and Sasuke felt his head ring to the point he was sure this was worse than the
Hyuuga seal.
===============================================================================
 
"Hey, I think it's about time you wake up know, the whole clan's wondering why
you ain't crying."  Sasuke gasped for air and prepared to retaliate to that
remark but all he could make out was a high pitched cry.  W-what?! He looked up
to see the dark eyes of his mother holding him.  He stopped crying in an
instant and everything flew back at him.
He was back, a bit too far back but back none the less.
"You never specified what age you know."  The demon chuckled.
I did so!  I said, and I quote, wait... Why are you here?! Sasuke started
crying again, well not his mind Sasuke but baby Sasuke.  The little baby's head
was in so much pain that the thing thought his head would split open.  Two very
powerful strings of thoughts where stuffed inside a baby. 
"Oh, that's because, I kissed you." The demon replied curtly, he now had his
attention placed on the little baby that was in his mental state.  "Yo're going
to have to kill him you know."
"What?"  Sasuke, the older one, replied dumbfounded.  He started at his younger
self, only born minutes ago, still crying at the cold world.
"We can barely fit us in here, so three thoughts' not going to cut it for us."
The demon stared at the boy, almost sadly, almost.
"Why would I?!"  Sasuke went and cradled himself.  He stared down at his little
zero year old self. 
"Because, I said so."  The demon bit back, baring his fangs.  "Besides, do you
really want him knowing what he'll go through?"  Then the demon stepped closer,
"What he'll make his own brother go through?"
"Now?!"  Sasuke countered, "He's barely thinking anything!"
"Suit yourself, it's only going to hurt more when you grow attached to him,
it'll be like unwanted suicide.''  The demon waved his hands in indifference.
Sasuke looked at his family and his breathe hitched when he saw his older
brother stareing at the baby- himself.  He gently plucked the infant from his
mother and brought him to his arms.  Sasuke wanted so much to hug him, to
cherish him, to kiss him, to love him, to-
"Woah there, am I feeling lust from a baby?"  The demon snickered.
"Shut it!'' Sasuke warned, he froze when he felt a hand on his cheek.
"Now now, I can't have you ordering your master around like that now can I?" 
The demon shoved the mental infant away and yanked back Sasuke's hair to force
his face to meet his.  "Remember here, I'm doing you a favor, so why don't you
just behave."  He hissed, licking the pale skin of the Uchiha.  At this he
shuddered, but nodded hesitantly at the inkling that the chance to save his
dear brother would be taken away.
"Now then, let's put away this baby."  He tossed the infant into a door that
sealed shut and disappeared just as it had appeared.  Sasuke reached out for it
when his hand was grasped and pulled in.  His face landed onto something hard,
and cold.
"Don't worry babe, I only put him into a separate part of your mind so he
doesn't grow up too quickly."  Sasuke looked up to see an older man, with most
of his face covered with bandages and the few loose spots allowing long black
hair to spew out. 
"What are you going to do to me?"  Sasuke spoke, a chill was shooting through
his spine with each word.
"You see, you'll have five years maximum to kill it, "He thumbed in the
direction the infant was thrown in, "Or else it makes things difficult."
"...And why would I ever do that?"  Sasuke shuddered; the man was sliding his
hands around his waist and hooked him close.
"Like I said, I provide favors."  He then leaned down and whispered, "Like
power."
Sasuke's head shot up at that, his eyes squinted at the mention of the power he
desperately needed in a baby's body.
"I can also make it so that maybe we won't have to kill that little bugger." 
He was playing mind games with him, he would feel it.  Telling him he has to
kill his younger self's mind, then telling him he doesn't have to.  Saying he
has to abide by his whims when he can wish him away in five years time.  Then
saying he'll provide favors for what?  Lies!?
"Then speak the truth to me, all you've been saying has been walking around in
a knot of lies."  Sasuke's head hurt, it was his head this thing was all going
on in after all. He felt bad for the little body that this was going through.
"Someone does have to kill him."  The man spoke, without any of the humor his
voice held once before.  "And trust me, life gets so much easier."  He spoke as
if he had the experience to back that claim up, but Sasuke didn't have the
strength to argue.  He felt his conscious slipping.
"Five years right...?"  Sasuke murmured, "We'll see again in five years..."
..."Wait, before you doze off..." A harsh pull on his hair made his eyes shoot
open. 
"What was that for!?"  Sasuke paled when he saw a zipper right in front of his
face.
"Me providing favors for you means, you providing favors for me too.   You know
what I want."  His voice boomed, echoing in his head.
"No!  Why would I-" His protests soon ceased at the mention of one name
"Itachi.''  The man purred, smirking as he shoved his crotch to the pink lips.
Sasuke gulped at the name.  Of all the demons he could encounter, it had to be
the devil.  Sasuke had the mental age of an eighteen year old with quite the
bit of sexual encounters so it was no problem is the 'how' department, it was
the surprise of the situation.
"Now don't make me ask again, because maybe I'll have you locked up and witness
the tragedy as it befalls on your beloved brother."  He added with a finger to
the boy's chin, guiding their eyes to meet.  "Because I can do that you know."
Sasuke hesitated at first but it was true, he was at the whim of this demon. 
He would do anything for his brother, anything.  And this was something the
demon knew so well.
===============================================================================
 
Sasuke woke up with a start.  His chubby fingers rubbed at his eyes harshly but
were swatted away by rough hands.
"Don't do that.'' Were the only words said before the tall man walked away. 
Tears welled up in the infant's eyes as he was then promptly cooed by his
mother.
"Dear, it's expected, he's barely a month old."  She spoke in a hush scold.
"Itachi never did that."  His voice lingered in the room as she shook her
head.  She went back to rocking her newborn back and forth in a calming swing. 
She smiled down at the little blessing.  She had given up her first for the
sake of the Clan and for Konoha, but her second?  Her second was for herself,
she would baby him as much as she could, and make sure he stays a child then a
ninja.  She found herself frowning at the thought as much as she welcomed it. 
She really had given up on her first born, hadn't she?
Large doe eyes looked up at her and she noticed the worried look her baby shot
her.  She quickly melted at the sight and went back to smiling at her baby.  He
buried his head into her chest, letting the warmth and motherly scent engulf
him. 
 
"Five peaceful years, Sasuke, then your childhood will die..."
"At least you're saving your brother this way, right?"
 
 
 
***** A Mother's Cry and A Father's Dream (Prologue Part 2) *****
Sasuke was in the arms of his loving mother. She poked his cheeks and gave them
a soft pinch.  Sasuke affectionately leaned toward her hand in response.  She
smiled and giggled gently and rubbed her son's face.  He was about half a year
old now, and she constantly had him by her side.  She would never leave him
alone, even when it was her family.  Something about the child made her
motherly instincts very alert.  Mostly though, she would admit, was because of
how Itachi turned out.  She would often leave her first born with her husband
because her body constantly fell ill.  She didn't want her son to get sick so
she stayed in the confines of her room.  And as her husband worked in the
police force, Itachi would be taken with him before he could even hold his head
straight.  Now she wonders if getting the flu five times a year would have been
better off for Itachi.  She thought she was doing what was best, her son became
so successful so young after all.  But, she never had the bond she yearned for
between a mother and her son, he was a ninja that she birthed, and the
connection ended there.  He acted more and more like her husband, cold,
emotionless, and uninterested in anything that wasn't of priority to the clan.
 She hated that, oh how she loathed them.  And she hated herself for hating her
own husband and son so much.  She wanted to love them but her heart ached with
each indifferent 'Good night' and 'Thank you for the meal.'  The politeness
suffocated her and she wished Itachi to be just a little more like a child with
every remark.  She was being selfish, and she knew her thoughts were wrong, but
she just couldn't help it.
===============================================================================
Sasuke began crawling a bit later than most children, probably because he was
always cradled by his mother all the time.  But when he did, her heart flushed
with pride.  She encouraged her baby to come to her and would pick him up to
congratulate him when he crossed the floor.  She kissed her son and would bring
him to the kitchen soon after.  Letting him try all the types of foods he
wanted, spoiling his little tongue to whatever he liked.  She handmade all of
his clothes, a bit dressier than what most Uchiha sons wore but she didn't
care.  Her son looked adorable in his little sailor caps, and mini fedoras she
would squeal.  She ignored all the complaints her husband would slip in, always
comparing her baby to Itachi.  How Itachi already showed interest in blades
whereas Sasuke wouldn't go near them.  He even recommended to bring Sasuke to
his office and show him around, like he did with Itachi on many occasions.  At
this she would simply pick up her baby and walk into the next room.  And she
would always mouth, hushed so Sasuke wouldn't hear, not that he would even
understand at the age, "Why don't you try being a father, and not a teacher for
once."  She was disrespecting her husband and the head of the family every day
she babied her child, but she wouldn't risk it.  Sasuke was her baby, and she
would finally be the mother she never was.
===============================================================================
  Sasuke was up and wobbling now, his balance was laughable but his
determination shined.  He stuck by his mother, and she was more than happy to
have him by her side.  He spent his time helping his mom cook food and read
books with her.  He never showed a bit of attention to the scrolls his brother
studied even as he was only a foot away.  His eyes where oblivious to the
stacks of weaponry his father polished.  And she was beyond grateful for that.
 She showed him which flowers to pick and how to arrange them in the various
vases around the house.  She wouldn't admit it but she was treating her
youngest like the daughter she always hoped to have.  His large doe eyes and
pink pouty lips made him more feminine then other girls his age.  She grew his
hair, and would tie it with a red ribbon in a neat ponytail.  Although Itachi
and Sasuke twinned hair styles, somehow they looked hardly alike.  She devoted
all her time to her baby, and seemed oblivious to anyone else.
===============================================================================
Sasuke began speaking now; his grammar was, interesting to say the least.  But
she noticed something she really didn't like.  Sasuke began sticking to her
eldest son, more than ever.  Sasuke would have some bouts of play time with his
older brother but now, he was spending more time with his brother than her.
 She really didn't like that, at all.  As a mother she just smiled on and let
her two sons have their fun. But it scared her.  What if Itachi would rub off
on Sasuke, she would just die.  A prodigy brought nothing but pain to her
heart, and two would just about kill her. She knew she was being irrational and
that if anything, she should encourage her youngest to learn from his brother.
 But she just couldn't bring herself to say those words, she instead would
break the two apart, and guide her baby back to the gardens.  And away from the
training grounds.  She would be happy with Sasuke for as long as possible.  But
she was shortly interrupted from her blissful life as her husband said no more.
 
===============================================================================
Sasuke was not just a son to his mother, but a son for the father as well.  The
second son, to which his first was a prodigy.  His eldest had spoiled him in
standards so naturally; he expected the same from his second.  But from his
birth he found so many differences between his two sons.  His wife kept a close
clutch to Sasuke, refusing to do everything that made up Itachi's childhood.
 Sasuke also showed no interest in the scrolls and tools he would purposely
clean in front of him.  He dreamt of having another prodigy for years so he
just left it up to time to correct things.  But things never seemed to fall
into place.  Sasuke had belated development in every aspect; he crawled late,
he walked late, he even spoke at a later age then the average.  He began
arguing now, blaming his wife for the way his son was growing up.  "Not
normally."  At this his wife countered, "You mean not like Itachi."  And he
simply, agreed.  He didn't want another son; he wanted another Itachi, as plain
as that.  And if Sasuke wasn't going to step up, well, he wasn't worthy of his
father's attention.  So he simply began to ignore him, focusing all his
attention on the pride of his life, Itachi.
===============================================================================
Sasuke disappeared from his father's eyes completely.  His father would start
the day greeting his wife and his first born, and refused to acknowledge
Sasuke.  His wife was not happy about this.  Lately he found himself arguing
with his wife over Sasuke daily.  Everything he did was a reason to start an
argument.  His wife would ask Itachi to watch over Sasuke so she could talk to
him about how he wasn't treating Sasuke right.  And this would cause even more
commotion as he would comment on how Itachi had better things to do.  These
fights grew worse and worse with each day.  After a point, his wife simply just
stopped talking to him.  She reverted back to just the quiet women he first
married, all bonds severed.  She kept to herself and chose instead to dedicate
her life to her sons.  This also meant she would refuse any and all physical
advances from her husband.  And this caused him to turn to alcohol of things.
 He never truly loved the women, but he still needed a release of sorts.  He
would drink out of spite.  He loathed his second son for ruining his perfect
dream of two genius sons.  After all, who wants a normal kid after having such
a successful one?  He spent the days before his birth bragging about how he had
hit the jackpot in terms of offspring.  And Sasuke humiliated him for making
his father look like a fool.
===============================================================================
Sasuke was now fumbling around with the fundamentals of being a ninja.  His
father gave him no more than a minute before he decided that he wasn't worth
his time.  Sasuke was dejected, wanting the love from his father he knew he
could never get.  And forced to see Itachi received all the complements and the
affections of their father.  At this, his mother would rush up to him and cover
him with complements and praises.  Afterwards, she would choose to ignore her
husband once more and was oblivious to her first child.  The alcohol use was
mild at first, only at night, and only when everyone was asleep.  But now, it
was unusual to see the man without a bottle at his side.  Though he never got
drunk, he was always highly irritable.  He demanded things from Sasuke that he
knew weren't possible, and when he failed to do so, he would just sneer saying
how worthless he was to his brother.  And then would ask Itachi to perform the
task just to further his point.  The age difference was significant but the
father didn't care, he hated Sasuke.  And this destructive family would
continue this cycle day in and day out, until Sasuke turned five years old.  
                                         
***** Waking Up *****
Five years, five years he sat still, watching his life unfold.  Sasuke smiled
at the way he clung to his mother, and how he was so obsessed with her.  He
also noticed many things that he didn't remember from his childhood.  Sometimes
his brother would take him from his mother and carry him to the garden.  He
could tell his brother was trying his hardest to distract the child from the
fighting that was going on.  His brother would flick Sasuke's forehead and that
would snap his attention to his older brother and forget about the fighting.
 He remembered his parents having a better relationship to that of what he saw
but, then again, Itachi did do a nice job of distracting him.  He felt the
emotions of jealousy and anger towards his brother, and would often demand to
fight against him.  Not that the way his father treated him was Itachi's fault
butt at the age he wanted someone to blame.  Sasuke sighed at the way he acted,
so suitable for his age but so embarrassing having to watch himself act that
way.  Especially as his brother would just flick him on his forehead time and
time again.  He also felt something unnerving about the way his father acted.
 He would touch his brother, a bit too affectionately.  But he was the only one
that noticed that.  The way his father would touch his brother's cheek and the
way he would rub his brother's thigh.  But no matter how much he wanted to do
something, he just couldn't control his body.  He just sat there, wanting to do
so much, but able to move a muscle.
"Are you going to do it?"  A familiar voice whispered into Sasuke's ear.
"What the!"  Sasuke turned around to see the demon from five years ago with a
little boy at his side.  Upon closer inspection, the little boy turned out to
be him.  It must have been the baby that the demon locked up in that room when
they first met.  He glared at the demon, not willing to do the deed.
"Why should I?!"  Sasuke watched carefully, making sure the demon wouldn't do
anything to his other self.  The demon merely scoffed and pushed the little boy
to Sasuke.  
"Because, you can't use your body unless that kid's gone."  He said as matter
of factly.  "I told a while ago, five years is the maximum time I'm going to
give you."  Sasuke gripped the little version of him with his hands, then
pulled him in closer as he wrapped a protective arm around him.
"Why is the maximum life span of this child five years?"  Sasuke asked, half
curious and half trying to buy time.  
"Why must I explain everything dear?"  The demon spoke, annoyance evident in
his voice.  "Because, this is the time where you can change your brother's
fate." 
"What...?"  Sasuke was beyond confused, and afraid.
"Look at me."  The demon spoke, stern and fully annoyed.  There was even a
slight slur to his speech.  Sasuke looked at him and the demon began unraveling
the bandages that covered his face.  
"Father?!"  Sasuke let loose of his smaller self and lost his footing.  He
dropped to the ground with a thud and stared at what was supposed to be a demon
in shock.  "But, how?!"
"Look kid, I'm not really your dad."  His 'father' laughed, "But here's the
thing."  He bent down to be face to face with Sasuke, suddenly very serious and
said, "I'm your guide to this time skip.  When a demon agrees to let a human
such as yourself take his mind back to the past for something like personal
gain, we just sent them back you know?"  The demon spoke, as if Sasuke was
comprehending anything right now.  "But, you on the other hand, you're
different.  You want to change someone else's life and that takes a bit more
steps.  So here you go, this is the jutsu's way of saying you're going to have
to do something with this father of yours for your brother's fate.  And since
you're cute, I added in a bonus for you."  The demon smiled almost sadly as he
approached the child version of Sasuke.
"W-Wait!"  Sasuke called out to him but he was too late, the demon and his
younger conscious was nowhere to be found.  And he felt himself drifting,
drifting....
===============================================================================
"Wait!!"  Sasuke flinched at the sound of his voice.  It was high pitched and
gentle, and definitely not his, right?  He looked around and sure enough, he
was the only one in the room.  Sasuke sighed, how he managed to pull off such a
girly voice at eighteen was beyond him and he rubbed his forehead.  He paused
when he saw his hand though and almost screamed.  It was tiny, soft, and still
had baby fat on them.  Sasuke jumped up with a start and everything came back
to him.  The demon that looked like his father, the disappearance of his
younger self and the meaning behind the words he last heard.  What was so
important about today, and why was his father such an important factor?  As
Sasuke was thinking through these unresolved questions he heard hurried
footsteps coming towards him.
"What is it that made you scream little brother?"  He looked up to see his
brother come pick him up and touch his nose.  "Did you fall asleep here while
playing and have a bad dream?"  He cooed with a small smile, he carried his
little brother to the nursery.  "We really need to renovate this place, it's
hardly fitting for how big you're getting."  Itachi sighed and as he was about
to place Sasuke into the crib.  "Mother really doesn't want you to grow up now
does she?"  He chuckled softly and brushed his brother's hair out of his face
with his hand.  Itachi simply stared at Sasuke and Sasuke just stared back.
 Sasuke wasn't sure how to react.  He latched onto his brother's hand and
leaned into it, he missed his brother and being able to touch him was something
he only thought of as a dream.  Sasuke felt tears in his eyes as he remembered
the last time he had touched his brother was at his deathbed.  And he killed
him.  Sasuke began wailing and he couldn't help it.  May his mind be old, his
body and reactions were still that of a child.  
Itachi just stared at Sasuke in shock before picking him up again.  He ran
through anything he might have done to trigger such a response but was confused
as he didn't do anything out of the ordinary.  Itachi patted circles on his
younger brother's back and lulled him.  "There there little brother, what's
making you sad?"  Sasuke only cuddled into the crook of Itachi's neck and kept
sniffling.   
"Stop that."  Itachi and Sasuke froze at the voice.  Itachi turned around to
face the owner of the voice, their father.
"Ah Father, I was just about to put him to bed."  Itachi spoke, still keeping a
hand on Sasuke's back.
"No, you were babying him, just like her."  Fugaku's face scrunched up at his
mention of his wife.  He then glared at Sasuke.  "Put him in a bed, he's
already five and that's pushing it."  Itachi did agree with his father that
Sasuke didn't need the crib anymore but he didn't like the way his father spoke
of it.  Like he was a humiliation to him.
"You know how Mother is about Sasuke."  Itachi tried to reason, he motioned to
place Sasuke back into his crib when he felt a rough hand stop him.
"Why don't you let him sleep in your bed tonight?"  Fugaku said with an eerie
smile.  Itachi didn't notice the vibe his father was emitting and smiled,
"That's a wonderful idea; maybe Mother will be more considering if she finds
him able to sleep in a bed."  Itachi liked the idea of sleeping with his
younger brother, having someone to snuggle with.  After all, Sasuke had the
most adorable sleeping face and he couldn't wait to wake up and find him
snuggled up to him.  Itachi smiled at the image and began to head towards his
room.  He placed Sasuke on the bed and was about to go to close his bedroom
door when his father stood in the doorway.  "Um, Father?"  Itachi asked,
wondering why his father refused to move.
"You must be uncomfortable sleeping with your brother on such a tiny bed; you
can sleep in my study tonight."  He smiled darkly and began to push his son
towards his study.
"No, I'm alright.''  Itachi tried to get back to where his younger brother was
but his father just shoved him harder.
"Get in my study Itachi, I won't say it again."  Fugaku spoke in a stern voice,
and his face told Itachi he had no patience for anything other than what he
wanted.  Internally questioning the reasoning behind this, Itachi simply abided
to his father's whim and began walking to the study.  There was a bed in the
study but it was only there as an accent piece.  They had a guest room next to
his parents' room so he wondered why he should go all the way to the study.
Sasuke jumped from the bed and was following the pair since a while ago.  He
was trailing behind them and struggling to keep up.  Fugaku was walking like he
couldn't wait for something and dragged Itachi to his pace.  Sasuke groaned at
his little legs and tried to close the distance.  Taijutsu seems out of the
question for now. Sasuke thought. I do need to check on my chakra levels at
some point though.  He added as an afterthought.  
"In you go."  Fugaku pushed Itachi in and closed the door behind him.
"Father?"  Itachi's voice was barely audible behind the doors.  "Have you been
drinking..?"  
"Maybe."
"What are you-?!"  
Sasuke was hoping to dear god that the demon was just playing tricks on him.
 That his father wasn't a sexual rapist, and that what was happening now was
not the start of Itachi's demise.  But what else could it be?  The first
encounter with the demon flashed in Sasuke's mind and the voices behind the
wall were mirroring it.
"You know what I want."
"No,... Why would I?!"
"Sasuke."
"Now don't make me ask again, because maybe I'll have you locked up and witness
the tragedy as it befalls on your beloved brother."  There was a small pause.
 "Because I can do that you know."
Sasuke couldn't deny it any longer; this was the exact scene he was supposed to
stop from happening, but how?!  And then he realized it, he realized
everything.  He couldn't do anything with his body as it was right now.  But
the only thing he could do was to trade places.  He was killing that conscious
right now as he was opening the door.  He was going to give up his innocence
for his brother.  And that part of him would die today, on his fifth birthday.
 He took in a shaky breath and asked like he was oblivious to the situation
right now,
"Father, brother?"  He asked, walking in like he didn't understand what was
going on.  He inwardly winced as he saw his brother try to wipe his eyes
without being caught; his hair was out of his pony tail and was still tangled
in Fugaku's fingers.  Fugaku merely just yanked his hand away and stormed up to
Sasuke.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"  He fumed at the child, raising his
hand ready to backhand him.  At this Itachi tried rush to his brother's aide,
but before he could Sasuke said something that he knew would scare Fugaku.
"Mom told me to?"  Fugaku paused and stared wide eyed at Sasuke.  Sasuke only
blinked back like it was the most blatant truth that everyone should know.
"What do you mean, mom you to?"  Fugaku muttered, bringing his hand down from
the air.  Itachi could only breathe a heavy sigh of relief.
"'Cus, I told her to get me some water and she asked to check on you guys."
 Sasuke was lying through his teeth right now and could only hope that in his
father's drunken state, he'd believe him.
"Fuck."  And he did.  "Tell her I'm taking a walk and none of you speak of this
or I swear it'll hell."  He snarled and shoved Sasuke out of the way and left
the house to take his 'walk'.  Sasuke fell to the ground with a thud and Itachi
ran over to him.
"A-Are you o-okay?"  He spoke, his voice proved how shaken up he was but never
the less put his brother first.  He sat Sasuke up and patted him on the head
softly.  Sasuke stared back at his brother with sad eyes.  Itachi was about ten
years old, and was still very much a child.  He ran his tiny hands down
Itachi's hair and put every hair back into place.  He then just hugged him
tightly and Itachi could only do the same.  Itachi then picked Sasuke up and
headed for his room.  "Let's get some sleep little brother."  His voice was
quiet and wasn't back to normal yet, but at least he stopped the stuttering.
 Sasuke just nodded into his brother's embrace.
Its okay brother, I'll protect you this time.
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It was the next day and Sasuke woke up to a half dressed Itachi.  He just ogled
his older brother as he got dressed and put his hair into a pony tail.  Itachi
turned to check on his brother only to see him sitting up and rubbing his eyes.
 
"Good morning little brother."  He smiled at the cute sight before grabbing the
hem of his brother's shirt, planning on getting him dressed for the day.
"B-Brother?!"  Sasuke yelped and yanked his shirt back down, "What are you
doing?"  Itachi just laughed a bit, 
"Getting you dressed, or is this a privilege only for Mother?"  Itachi joked,
and continued to undress and redress a quiet Sasuke.  When he was done Sasuke
couldn't help but instinctively latch onto his older brother.
"Thanks big brother!"  Sasuke smiled happily, "You're the best!"  Sasuke
internally was red with embarrassment; the impulses his five year old body
wanted to do and say were carried out but not without blushing.  He is after
all, eighteen.
"Anything for you little brother."  Itachi smiled back, and kissed Sasuke on
his forehead.  "Come on, let's get some breakfast."  Itachi grabbed Sasuke's
hand and walked him to the kitchen where his mother laid out the food.
"Boys, do you know where your father went?"  She asked, not really caring where
he was but annoyed at the lack of earlier notice.  Both brothers froze.  Sasuke
looked up to see his brother flash emotions of confusion, anger, and terror
across his facial features.  
"Ah, he said something about a walk last night!"  Sasuke chirped, squeezing his
brother's hand and pulling him to the table.  This snapped Itachi back into
reality and he just nodded in agreement.  The three ate their breakfast in
peace, having idle chatter here and there.
"So, Itachi, I heard you're going on a trip to Kyoto tomorrow?"  Mikoto asked.
 Itachi just nodded again, he knew his mother care so much more for Sasuke then
him so he found it pointless to speak.  He just came to terms with it and
didn't hate her for it.  It was only when his father was around that it was bad
anyway.   However, Sasuke froze at the mention of this.  Kyoto..., the trip to
Kyoto!   Sasuke just remembered that when Itachi was supposed to go on with
their father.  And after the trip he changed.  Sasuke shuddered, he knew just
one thing, he had to make his father take him to the trip instead of his
brother.  But how?!  
"Sasuke deary, what are you thinking about so intensely?"  Mikoto laughed,
after all, a five year old's troubles weren't anything to actually worry about.
 
"Huh?"  Sasuke decided to figure that plan out later and instead try to enjoy
that last normal meal he would have.  "Oh, nothing!"  Sasuke smiled at his
mother and brother and happily finished breakfast.  But he knew because of the
pain in the pit of his stomach, that he was scared.  
 
 
***** Growing *****
Sasuke tossed and turned on the squishy children's mat.  He still had no idea
of how he was going to get his father to take him instead of his brother.  His
father obviously favored his brother much more than him.  Sasuke sighed and
absentmindedly fiddled with his toys.  Then an idea struck him.  He probably
should see how much chakra he could use.  He decided that since he wasn't
getting any bright ideas for the Kyoto trip, he'd train a bit. 
Sasuke walked out to the training ground where his brother and father spent
most of their day.  But of course they were both out today, Itachi went to
training with other ninjas and Fugaku, well he was still taking his 'walk'. 
Sasuke walked up to the various dummies and saw that they were nearing the end
of their cycle.  Most of them were holed up from being impaled by multiple
blades.  Some were just ash around a stick from ninjutsu techniques.
They wouldn't notice if there's just a few more tears right?  Sasuke thought to
himself as he took a ready stance.  How nostalgic, this is going to be
fun. Sasuke hadn't trained in what seemed like forever and licked his lips in
anticipation.  He did a test kick and frowned when he felt how weak and slow it
was.  To put it bluntly, his hand to hand combat sucked.  He knew how to
execute moves but his body wouldn't listen to him just yet.  I'm going to have
to start from day one, aren't I? At least he knew how to train though, he added
as an afterthought. 
He hoped that his chakra would be a bit more willing to go along with what he
wanted to do.  He breathed in a deep inhale of air, andlet what he hoped to be
fire.  And before he knew it, three of the dummies had caught on fire.  Sasuke
jumped back as he didn't expect anything to happen.  He just stared at the
burning dummies and back at his hands.  I wasn't even trying that time. Of
course in his older body, a 'wasn't even trying' fire jutsu would have burned
the whole training ground down but still, he didn't expect such power from a
five year old body. 
Then suddenly, with a pained groan he fell on his knees.  His throat burned and
he coughed violently until he saw stars.  Ah so it seems I have taken a
considerable amount of chakra with me in the transition.  But my body can't
handle it just yet. Sasuke frowned as he knew before he could try experimenting
more with ninjutsu or genjustu, he would have to train up in taijutsu.  Then
another idea struck him but it took all of his reasoning to push it off till
his body was stronger.  My sharingan.
But he reluctantly decided to save that for another day and cleaned up the
remains of what he burnt.  He sighed and plopped onto his back and stared at
the sky.  Great, I'm back to thinking about that stupid Kyoto trip. Sasuke
couldn't help but shudder, something was off about that trip and he could feel
it.  All he could remember was his brother became less, social after that day. 
And the brother he remembered as the polite and very reserved person began
after that trip.  And not only that, but Itachi became so, cold.
"Sasuke?!"  He turned his head to see his mother staring wide eyed at him. 
"Baby, why are you over there?"  She ran up to him, picked him up and starting
walking back into the house.  "You're going to train later with your father and
brother, so don't tire yourself out honey."  She frowned, that was a half true
statement.  It was true that the three males of the family would train before
dinner so naturally Sasuke shouldn't tire himself out.  But at the same time,
she hated how it was starting again.  Her baby was learning how to kill and
fight instead of playing with her in the kitchen.  She knew she couldn't stop
the development but she still didn't like it.
"Mom, but I-"  Sasuke stopped himself when he saw the look on his mothers
face.  He decided to save training until later and instead snuggled into his
mom's hair.  After all, he knew how to get better so he wouldn't have to force
himself to do a bunch of unnecessary 'training' that his younger self used to
do.  ''I want to help cook lunch!"  Sasuke spoke, knowing this would make his
mother happy again.  And like a cue, she smiled at her son and said,
"Of course dear!"  She happily brought her youngest into the kitchen and sat
him down on the counter.  She handed him a bowl of vegetables and asked him to
pick out the ones he would want to eat.  Honestly, this woman spoiled her son
too much.  But this love was something Sasuke had missed for so long.  He just
shook his head and said he liked all of them.  "Really?"  Mikoto looked at her
son quizzically and Sasuke nodded back in response.  "Look at you, being so
grown up and taking care of your health!"  She giggled and ruffled his hair. 
She continued asking her son what he would like to eat and he would usually say
'all in' to the ingredients, minus the natto.  He really didn't like natto. 
She just smiled and said 'okay' to her son and would ask him to help make the
rice balls or get the lunch boxes out.
When the two were finished she brought Sasuke to the window.  The pair often
did this because Sasuke love the sight of the village.
"Hey mom?"  Sasuke asked, a rice ball in hand.
"Yes my dear?"  She responded, smiling at how cute her son was.  Sasuke decided
to finish his food before continuing and she just looked lovingly at him.
"When will I go to school?"  Sasuke remembered he entered the school year late
because of the massacre of his clan.  His heart clenched at the thought of his
mother lying dead in front of him like she was many years ago.  But age seemed
to slip his memory.
"When you're six years old, just like your brother."  His mom replied curtly. 
She couldn't help it, she really didn't want her baby to go away.
"Oh."  Was Sasuke's response.
"Why do you ask?"  Mikoto asked her son nervously, hoping that she was just
being paranoid.
"I want to catch up to my brother."  Sasuke smiled back, and he had too.  How
could he protect his brother when he couldn't even be his equal?
"Oh honey, you're five years apart!"  She chuckled, "It's normal for him to be
a bit better than you are."
"That shouldn't stop him."  Sasuke froze at the voice.  He didn't feel his
presence and his mother didn't either.  The pair turned around to see an angry
faced Fugaku. 
"Where have you been, you've been out on a walk for," she glanced at the clock
then back at her husband, "thirteen hours?" 
"I was just getting the preparations finalized for Itachi's trip."  He simply
stated and then he wagged his finger at Sasuke.  "Come, its training time."
"Dear!"  Mikoto squeezed her hold around Sasuke but, Sasuke managed to climb
out of her hold and back onto the floor.
"Mikoto."  Fugaku spat, "It's time he has some one-on-one training if he wants
to amount to anything his brother is."  He grabbed Sasuke's shoulder and pushed
him to the training grounds. 
"But he isn't ready for your training regime!"  Fugaku ignored his wife and
continued to the field.
Mikoto cried out in frustration as she ran to get the first aid kit.  Her
husband used to do this with Itachi all the time and even her prodigy son would
come back into the house with blood on his body.  Fugaku meant to fight Sasuke
and she shook in worry.  But as a wife she couldn't step in.  She gripped the
handle in anger.  But as a mother she has too.  With determination rising with
each step, she ran up to the pair, intending to snatch up her baby and bring
him back to the safety of her arms. 
Sasuke noticed his mom making her was towards him and one look from his father
made him sure that wouldn't be a good idea.  His father still smelled of
alcohol, if anything, it was stronger than before.  He never wanted anything to
do with Sasuke and this sudden 'training' probably meant another way for his
father to release his pent up anger.  Sasuke tried to smile and called out to
his mom, "Watch me okay?" 
Mikoto stopped in her tracks.  What was she to do, humiliate her son when he
finally got some time with his father?  But she felt as if something was
horribly off with this whole situation.  She bit back her need to grab her
child and nervously waved back at Sasuke, hiding the first aid kit behind her
skirt.  She didn't know what to do.
"So, father?"  Sasuke chanced, and all he got was a grunt and a shove forward.
 Fugaku just stood there before he disappeared from Sasuke's view.  Now, Sasuke
wasn't supposed to be able to see him and he wasn't about to risk using
sharingan, but he could feel him.  He tried to duck as fast as he could, he
felt his father's hand knick the top of his head but no serious damage had been
done.
Fugaku looked at Sasuke in wonder, "Lucky shot."  He murmured before going to
strike again.  Sasuke couldn't dodge him this time so he spread his stance and
got ready to try and block the kick.  The force of the impact made his arms
numb with pain, but he held his ground.  Fugaku then shifted around to kick
again with his other leg when Sasuke's tiny hand slid under his calf.  Sasuke
exerted some pressure guided his father's leg away from his face and slipped
past his father.  Fugaku should have simply just punched the child but he just
stopped.  He turned to look at Sasuke.  When did he?  Fugaku had no time to
finish that thought because Sasuke was running to his father ready to continue
the fight. 
Sasuke swung his left leg and was promptly caught by his father.  He then
turned to kick with his right leg and was caught again.  He smirked and did the
same move he did to his old teacher, and swerved around to take a punch at the
stomach.  Fugaku had to block with his shin but then had to throw Sasuke off if
he wanted to keep his balance.  Sasuke landed a couple feet away from his
father but instead of planting his feet down, he fell.  A sharp ache filled
Sasuke's body, Shit, did I overdo it?
Fugaku was also seemed just about done with the fight.  He had planned on
throwing the kid around to vent some stress but instead got a fight.  He just
sneered and walked back into the house.  Once he was out of view, Mikoto ran to
her son and threw her arms around him.
"Honey, that was amazing!"  She squeezed him and couldn't help but cry.  Her
worst fears were coming true; her baby was becoming a ninja.  She had hoped
that maybe Sasuke would be a not so good ninja and would just do some simple
police work.  But when she saw him fight she knew, he'd walk the same path
Itachi had and become a profession ninja.  And she couldn't bring herself to
accept that.  But she had to pretend to be happy but she didn't have to pretend
to be proud.  Her selfish thoughts tied up last night.  No matter how much she
wanted her baby to stay her baby, it wasn't possible.  She knew this when she
was her two boys in bed together.  And it was only further finalized with
today's spar.  She could only support him, because that's what mothers do.
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At the dinner table, it was evident that Fugaku was beyond annoyed.  Itachi was
barely listening to any of his requests of passing the food.  The whole meal
was tense and the only people talking were Sasuke and his wife.  He glared at
his second with irritation and took another swig of alcohol. 
Mikoto just frowned, disapproving her husband's drinking in front of her kids. 
Lately, her husband was acting strange, and so was her eldest.  What had
happened last night?  But before she could continue thinking the smiling face
of Sasuke brought her back.  She fed him some of the meat from her plate and
smiled back.  She knew if anything happened to her angel, she would die.
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Sasuke was at the door of the study.  He had planned out what he was going to
say over and over but now, those words seemed to escape his mind.  He was fully
aware of what was going to happen.  He took a shaky hand and knocked timidly on
the door.  There was no response but the lights were on.  Sasuke realized that
his father was ignoring him.
"Father, please open the door."  Sasuke said it; there was no going back now. 
He heard a sigh of annoyance before he shoves the door open in a fast swing. 
And it caused Sasuke to jump back with a yelp.
"You have five seconds to tell me why you decided to waste my time."  Fugaku
spat at him. 
Come on Sasuke, you rehearsed this so many times, don't screw up now.
"I did well today right Father?"  Sasuke tried smiling at the towering man. 
Fugaku just let out a short laugh.
"You're nothing compared to your brother, but at least you aren't a complete
piece of trash."  He sneered and started to close the door.
"W-Wait, I was um, wondering if I could do it too."  Sasuke's voice shook and
he kept repeating in his head that it was either him or his brother and his
brother wasn't an option.  Fugaku had a look on his face saying; 'Do what?' on
his face.  Come on Sasuke, it's not like you haven't done things like that
before. It was true; Sasuke was by no means a virgin but the fact that he was
going to do it with his father disturbed him.  But he was in a child's body and
every cell was telling him to run away.  "The game you and brother were playing
last time."  Sasuke managed to whisper out.
"Why would I-" And an idea struck Fugaku.  If he took Sasuke instead, he
wouldn't have to worry about complications with the plan later on.  After all,
Itachi was a valuable asset to the plan.  Even today Itachi failed to follow
orders and this bothered Fugaku.  He took a good look over Sasuke's body and he
was taken aback at how his son actually looked.  He never took any notice to
his youngest but after today's spar, he was forced to see how Sasuke's body
moved and the innocent facial features.  He may lack in everything compared to
Itachi, but he did look a bit better.  Maybe he'll have some use after all. He
smirked and that sent a shudder down Sasuke's body.  Sasuke knew what this
meant and he just forced a smile.
"Alright, let's play that game."  Fugaku stepped aside and let Sasuke walk into
the room.  And with a 'click', he locked the door closed.
End Notes
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