Chapter 2: Confusion

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"We cannot change our past. We can not change the fact that people act in a certain way. We can not change the inevitable. The only thing we can do is play on the one string we have, and that is our attitude." ~Charles R. Swindoll

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"Oh dear, I've dropped my pen," a man lounging in his late years murmured, golden eyes sweeping over Sasuke's form who lingered sitting amongst the ajoined booths.

The raven-haired youngster turned, as he heard the slight request, and slid out of his own comforter to grace the man with his presence.

"Dear young boy," he was acknowledged, "Do you mind retrieving that pen for me?" The man had asked sickeningly sweetly as he pointed a bony finger a feet or two in front of him where a shiny object sparkled amongst the lights.

The boy nodded faintly, having taken an approximate foot or so forward to bend down, as if bowing respectfully, to gingerly lift up the man's possession.

He knew not of the malicious smile that curved upon the man's face, however. Golden eyes flickered down the teen's lithe form, hungry orbs settling specifically on the round and soft-looking arse that laid before his sight. His outrageously long tongue slipped out to moisten his dried lips, before an arm slipped forward to squeeze at the boy's treasure.

Such a lucious piece of ass.

The boy, in return, squeaked almost inaudibly, and rashly swiveled around to throw a powerful glare at the man, who blinked quite unconvincingly back. The young teen calmed down, if only slightly, just to heave the fountain pen behind him harshly, also, deducing that it had indeed hit something quite fragile when the shattering of such glass was heard and from the series of ramblings in the background.

"Please keep your hands to yourself," he gritted out in a low growl, hoping the man would just go back to his own business. The older man, however, merely smirked and launched an arm forward to grip the teen's wrist tightly. The boy's eyes widened as he was violently being pulled into this man's lap and his orbs flew open further as the man that possessed those yellow, haunting eyes moved his hips upward in a thrust to show the boy that he was, indeed, hard.

Disbelief.

Disbelief flowed through the oxygen-lacked child as he frantically tried to pull away from the grip that was ceasing his blood circulation. "Let g-go!" His demeanor rapidly changing as the situation became more than he could handle.

He pried at those long, skinny fingers laced around his wrist and sharply turned his face sideways when the man leaned forward to try to capture his lips. There was no way he'd let the man steal his first kiss.

The man smiled sinfully in return, his other arm tracing down the boy's spinal cord to slide through the barriers of clothing. The boy knew that: the fact that this was a public cafe did not register in the man's mind.

"Be a good little boy and spread your legs for me," he whispered to the teen.

The young teen froze, at first, before he thrashed wildly; his foot managed to collide with the elder's chin, before he quickly scrambled out the little diner.

Sasuke ran.

He ran for his life.

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"I'm afraid you must withold patience, Itachi-sama," Tsunade informed; to Itachi, it was as if she shook her head in sympathy for the teen. Itachi had demanded the results to be reported within a small time frame, impossible- according to the medic, yet she rephrased her words more carefully and quite sincerely to his order.

"Generally, these processes are completed in three days of time; is that not correct Tsunade." It really wasn't a question; the prince already had a fine grasp within all medical fields, in which she was in charge of, and there it was certainly no denying it.

"That may be true, Itachi-sama; however, if the composition of the origin of his blood is indeed mixed, then it would take nearly two weeks to derive the components within the teen's deoxyribonucleic acid."

Itachi shut his eyes in silent frustration before he exited the room gracefully and sauntered into his study. Seated in his swivel chair, he opened the maroon envelope lying on his desk and extracted the files within. Then, casting the irrelevant material aside, he slowly skimmed the document.

Name: Sasuke (surname unidentified), 15, male

Parents: Ishii, Mikoto (mother-human), (father- unknown) \ Siblings: (unknown)

Blood Type: AB \ Height: 168 cm \ Weight: approx. 48 kg

Date of Birth: 23, July

Known to provide for himself at the age of eight, self-educated; there aren't any known relatives alive. Originated from Konoha, mother's death occurred after birth, lives alone. Age fourteen- captured and delivered into Orochimaru's auction post, suffers mild paranoia, as far as concerned: virgin. Prone to needles.

He rubbed his temple. The information he received was not satisfactory; in order to identify his baby brother, Itachi needed to know the last name of this child. It wasn't relatively a coincidence that the younger male and himself looked so alike. And, this young boy, he looked so familiar, especially those deep, obsidian orbs. Maybe this Sasuke was his... Otouto?

Sasuke. Was that name so common in Japan? Itachi didn't know. Is Sasuke his baby brother? Sasuke Uchiha? Or, did the boy's countenance make him think that this was the five-year-old little child he use to spend time with?

Itachi slammed the papers down onto the mahogany escritoire and languidly slumped in his seat, something he rarely did. Confusion. Remorse. Frustration. Hatred.

All mixed into a bundle of desperation.

Countless pecks all over his face woke Itachi up. Slowly opening his dark orbs, he met similar obsidian eyes that hovered above him.

"Otouto?" he murmured, blinking twice to banish the sleep in his eyes.

"Nii-san!" he heard Sasuke cheer above him, and Itachi finally noticed that his cute, little baby brother was sitting firmly on his chest. "Wake up, Aniki! I brought you your breakfast," Sasuke informed merrily, before placing a small, yet moist kiss on the corner of Itachi's mouth.

His Otouto giggled giddily when he noticed the silent shock plastered on his face, yet it morphed into a small smile as he pulled Sasuke's entire body down to his in a warm, affectionate hug. It was part of their nature to behave like this.

The elder sibling effortlessly rolled over and trapped the smaller body underneath his. "Mmh.. You're such a good baby brother, Otouto; I wish I could hold you like this forever," Itachi said, as he kissed the young boy's soft cheeks.

Sasuke beamed up at him and nodded quickly. "You can, Nii-san! And I want to stay with Aniki forever, too!" His Otouto laughed his cute little chuckle and buried his Aniki closer to his tiny body.

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A cold sweat slid down the teen's face just as he was started awake by a horrifying scream. Sasuke quickly realized it had been himself; he shielded his mouth automatically, finding no other route to take before lowering his arms. In the process, though, he noticed a thin gauze wrapped around his elbow along the tender flesh above.

Sasuke hesitated, listening as his mind warned him not to unwrap it, yet he didn't listen. And, as strands of transparent fabric was detached from his arm, he stared at his arm carefully as if trying to determine if any wounds surfaced from his unbeaten skin.

As the teen's eyes narrowed for a better ray in vision, he gasped loudly at what he saw. Right there. Plastered above his blue vein mid-arm laid a distinguishable little hole, which no doubt, had been naturally sealed. A tiny whimper escaped his vocals as he quickly did the opposite of unwrapping the gauze.

His head shot up just barely after rewrapping the material when he unmistakably heard the sound of a door opening and closing. A set of footsteps steadily moved towards the bed he was seated on and Sasuke squinted his eyes within the dim room, even if he could hear the adrenaline pumping through his veins, and tried to catch a glimpse of the intruder.

The lights came on, then, blinding him momentarily, but excluding that, he was relieved to be able to see any possible threats to attack or harm him, instead of being vulnerable towards them. His gaze met a slightly familiar man. Silver hair, mask, training uniform, and one eye- the man who paid for him at the auction.

The teen's attention, however, was drawn to the tray held that was stacked with food in the man's possession. He stared warily at the man as he approached, only for the tray to be laid in his lap.

"I was ordered to bring food to you as soon as you awoke. Itachi-sama would like you to eat, take a shower, and wear these clothes." He produced a pair of white shorts, a navy blue shirt with a peculiar fan sewed on the back, and a pair of sandals.

"The bathroom is to your left and everything else you need for your shower should be in there as well. You should expect him here in an hour." With that said, he just disappeared from sight, while Sasuke slowly devoured the meal; surprisingly, nothing of which consisted blood.

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The filth and grime slowly slid down his body and churned with the water as Sasuke scrubbed himself. He had just completed the task of washing his hair and lathering soap onto his body. With a final rinse, he stepped out of the steaming tub, dried himself with a fluffy towel, and changed into the given clothes, which strangely, was comfortable for his body.

Exiting the bathroom, he froze when he caught sight of crimson orbs that glowed eerily within the room. The man whom sensed his presence, turned around, and even if his face was stoic and emotionless, Sasuke could tell that the man was somewhat surprised. And... satisfied?

"Sasuke, you remember me, do you not?" Itachi questioned.

And the teen could only nod dumbly in return.

A/N: Again, I do not feel that this chapter was at its best. Criticism and reviews are appreciated.