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Eternal
The music hummed, softly, gently heightening each sensation as they stirred in the curtain of shadows. The violin played as if by the hands of an angel, the organ hummed and the piano sang in all its beauty from the old recorder.
The music of the night…
Shadows elongated and twirled, the crackle of flames unheard, lost in the tenderness of the moment.
Itachi lowered his gaze as he cradled Pein close to his arms, guiding him in a slow waltz. Their bodies moved together in perfect rhythm as though they were one. Their steps were elegant, beautiful, as they stirred with the whisper of the music.
With the whisper of the night…
Oh how beautiful his Pein looked beneath the darkness of shadows…Like an angel.
His angel... The angel that he took three centuries ago from that burning scene of macabre beauty.
"Pein…" Itachi whispered, shifting a hand from Pein's delicate back, he reached forward to touch that alabaster features.
At once Pein flinched, almost cringing in terror, a whimper wrenched from his throat, piercing Itachi's heart. Itachi's heart ached, his chest constricts…and he wanted nothing more than to pull the other closer into his arms and never knowing how to let go.
"Since when Pein…?" Itachi's voice strained to breaking as he stroked Pein's shaking features with the back of his fingers as he continued guiding the other in the echoes of the melody.
Pein shook his head, lowering his gaze but Itachi wouldn't have that.
"Since when do you fear my touch…?" His voice broke.
Not now…not this time.
He wanted to say so much.
He wanted so badly to drop to his knees, to beg this child to look at him just one more time... As the man that had loved him, as the man that had held him when no one would, see him when no one could.
Just one more time…! As the sovereign angel that had spread its wings when the world condemns him as if the worst sinner, as the hero that would die…to see him smile, as the hero that is his world…his heaven, his paradise.
"Am I revolting to you?"
"N-No"
"Then look at me" Itachi gritted; pulling the other close to him, cupping that alabaster he loved so much, forcing them to face him.
Silver meets scarlet.
At once, Itachi's heart squeeze, fire surged up his throat, at the obvious fear, terror that trace every inch of Pein's features.
He could see the tremor in those lips he had kissed a million times, he could see the fear in those feature, he'd touch a million times… see this creature he'd held a million times cringing from his very presence as if he was a disease.
And it broke him.
Tear him…stopping their waltz.
"I'm so sorry that I hurt you…my child…my love…" "Pein…"
"I'm filt-hy aren't I?" Pein whimpered, looking away.
"No"
"I'm an embarrassment aren't I!"
"No!"
"I'm disgusting!"
"Don't you dare speak like that in front of me!" Itachi bellowed. His fingers immediately flew to lid over the back of Pein's hand lay against his aching chest, squeezing them.
At this moment he truly wanted to weep, wanted to cry out in deep anguish at Pein's words…
It hurts…! It hurts so bad he could barely hold himself!
Is this what he makes Pein feel? That he is a disgrace?
He wanted to tell Pein so much, wanted to kiss him so badly right now and make him feel loved but he didn't.
Could Pein never see that he loves him?
How long Pein…how long would it ever take for him to see that he is loved no matter what! And that he is perfect… He is beautiful in every way…
God! Help him….Please!
Give him strength to do what he must!
"Itachi…I-I…Mada-"
"I don't care"
"I didn't mea-"
"Hush…enough…" Itachi shook his head.
It's okay…
No more!
He wanted to hear no more because there is nothing to hear! There is nothing to explain…
Pure and simple.
Pein wanted Madara's touch.
And no lies…! No illusions or fantasies could ever change that.
Is it a sin to want to be held? To want to be loved…?
"My Pein…my lovely Pein…"
In a motion Itachi pulled Pein against him, a hand lifted to hold Pein's back, the other weaved deep into those silken locks as he cradled the vampire.
Pein gasped, his muscle clenched in shock. Itachi is holding him…holding a sinner like him with such intimacy.
"Pein…my good Pein…good boy…You are a good boy…Pein…" Itachi whispered that name like a talisman, fingers stroking, combing those ginger tresses he knew by heart.
So softly…so gently that it touched Pein, clutch him to the very core; and it shamed him.
He didn't deserve this…He didn't deserve this gentleness! A traitor like him!
He would dirty Itachi…He would make him filthy!
"No…" Pein whimpered, shifting back slightly.
Crimson meets silver.
"Pein"
"St-op it!"
No! Don't say his name in such a tone…such a lovely tone…He couldn't bear it…
He is so ashamed! So ashamed he couldn't bear to be touch!
"You are a good boy…"
"No!" Pein shook his head as Itachi tightened his hold even more insistently over the trembling vampire, fingers brushing gently over the ginger locks making Pein want to weep in humiliation.
In disgrace….such humiliation he didn't dare to look at Itachi.
"You are lovely…" Itachi whispered gently.
The warmth of their breath brushed the other, mixed.
"You are so beautiful…do you know that?"
"I'm not!" His heart ached, his throat tightened, a boulder building in his throat as pressure crushed his chest.
That's a lie…He is ugly…!
"Like an angel…umm? I sometimes even get jealous when I watch how intimate you hold your victim" Itachi laugh softly.
"Enough!"
"So lovely…"
"Stop it! Stop it!"
He couldn't take it anymore! He is disgusting! So filthy! He should die!
"Pe-"
"Why do you even let me live!" Pein shoved Itachi back slightly, snapping his gaze up.
"…"
"And still clean me… kiss me…hold me…"
"…"
"As if I have never hurt you!"
"…"
"Why!" Pein bellowed.
Itachi softened his gaze, a gentle smile touch his lips. Why…?
"Because you never could…"
"I betray you!" Pein shouted.
"You are my angel…now and forever…"
Pein shook his head, pressure building in his chest as his lips trembled. A single tear clung to the edge of his eyes, threatening to roll as his heart clenched, as his lungs constricts to crushing, touched by the simplicity of those words…
God! Oh God!
"I'm sorr-" Pein chocked.
He lowered his gaze; his fingers flew to cup his trembling lips, to muffle his whimpers. His eyes burned, his throat constricts to crushing and he could barely breathe.
"I-"
"I don't want to hear it…okay…?" Itachi whispered.
A hand reach to remove Pein's pale fingers, the other reached to cup Pein's alabaster features; his thumb stroking tenderly over Pein's velvet cheek as if afraid he might break.
Pein nodded; his chest tightened as he swipes away droplets of tears that trickled.
"My Pein…my lovely Pein…"
"Lo-ve…"
"My angel…the light of my darkness…"
"…"
"I no longer need you by my side"
The word ranged, like hollow bells, echoed like death in Pein's mind as he lifted his gaze.
"What…?"
Pein's blood ran cold, his guts twisted in a sickening heave. Fear…cold chilling fear crept, racked through his entire body as his mind blanked; soaking to his very bone marrow.
"I don't want you anymore…"
"Why…!"
No….no…
He shook his head in disbelief.
This must be a joke! A terrible joke!
"Itachi wh-what are you saying?" He stammered in horror, as Itachi backed away.
Those kind hands…those strong arms, slipping away from Pein like falling chains.
"It's an honor to have one as stunning as y-"
"Are you mad at me?"
"No..."
"You are mad at me aren't you!" Pein cried.
"..."
This cannot be happening! Didn't Itachi just call him his angel? His light!
He couldn't understand it! He didn't want to understand!
"Say it! Admit it! You are mad at me!" Pein shouted.
"No…I just have no interest in you anymore"
At that moment Pein felt as though hell have suddenly opened up beneath him, swallowing him whole; blaze of anguish slowly gnawing through his entire being, slowly shredding through his soul with the intensity of an inferno.
"Don't do this"
"…"
"Itachi! Why are you doing this now!"
His blood halted in its very veins and he felt as though his chest was being crushed He wanted nothing more than to die this instant as his guts twisted.
A lie! This must be a lie! A terrible nightmare!
"Pein…"
"Punish me! Punish me if you are displeased with me! Discipline me!"
"…"
"I can change! I can!"
"Leave this place tonight or die…" Itachi muttered; a cruel smile, unlike anything Pein had ever witness grazed Itachi's lips as he shifted back even more, shifted away without the slightest hesitation from the trembling vampire.
"Please! Whatever I did I won't do again!" Pein pleaded, hurrying forward.
Wanting so bad to be cradled by him but Itachi never again held up his hand to touch him. Those cruel hands lay on either side of Itachi like dead weight as that crimson gaze look away, not even wanting to look at him anymore.
"Itachi…no…" His hands reached down to take Itachi's unmoving fingers, stroking them desperately.
God no!
Tears rolled. His heart ached, squeezed to fits of crushing and he could barely think. Barely speak.
"It has nothing to do with you"
"I won't see Madara again! Please don't send me aw-" Pein chocked, shaking his head.
He couldn't say it... Emotions, hundreds, thousands of them bombarding him so wholly he didn't know what to feel, drown him, he could hardly breathe.
There is not on inch of sympathy reflected over Itachi's cold features, not an inch of compassion. Those eye that burn with the eternal flames of hell…as cold as ice.
There is no regret, no remorse that ever shone from its scarlet depths.
Not now…not ever…So cruel…so brutal…
"Don't send me a-way…I beg you…" Pein whimpered; his lips trembled, his fingers ceaselessly stroking the back of Itachi's pale hands.
"I'm not…I'm leaving you"
"Don't do this to me! You cannot do this to me! Would you leave Sasuke too!"
"I already did"
"Lies! You are leaving me for Sas-" Hot tears streaked, a hand tightened over Itachi's; the other lifted, fingers flexing wanting to touch that strong torso but didn't dare.
The terror in such a simple act clutch at Itachi's bleeding heart, ripping his spirit but he remained indifferent. But he truly did want that touch…he wanted so badly to say touch me…trust me…just one more time…But he didn't. He didn't deserve it.
"Why are you crying? Don't cry my sweet Pein…" His heart shattered, like glass.
"Itac-"
"See me Pein…as the devil that I am"
"Stop speaking like this!" This is a lie! A terrible nightmare! It has to be!
"I'm sick of you…"
Pein shook his head. He wanted so badly to put his hands over his ears but he wouldn't let go of Itachi's hand. Couldn't stop clinging onto him, hoping…and hoping that Itachi would say this is a joke.
"I had wanted to leave you for awhile now…"
"Don't say that!"
"I choose Sasuke to stay by you when I'm gone but not anymore…doll…" Itachi whispered.
Doll…doll… He is no more than a doll…?
At once, a pain rose in Pein, an all consuming anger and anguish rose from the bowel of his very being, like a monster, a beast threatening to rip him apart!
"You liar!"
"Time to grow up…"
Itachi shifted pass Pein without the slightest hesitation as his spirit tore, as his fingers slip away from Pein's…as he savored each last sensation of that skin against his. His heart broke, crushed with every relentless step he took.
"Pein…Let your dreams begin…let your darker side give in to the music that you write…and you will live a life you never have…A life of admiration and wealth…a life you deserve…but one I cannot give to you…"
Midnight locks, trickle down his strong shoulder as he glided without the slightest hesitation.
What is there to weep over the lost of love?
He had lost once…and will loss again and again...Shout and scream in never ending pain.
The heart dies a slow death…shading, shredding, shattering like leaves…till there is none left.
A vampire can neither be a lover nor a savior. A vampire could neither know peace nor relief... A creature of death.
The manifestations of pain, blood, anguish and sorrow in the form of a man.
The world sees him a demon, a dark angel… creatures from the fires of hell with a heart as black as night. They are right…to the very core.
He is…a demon...
The crackle of wheels against unruly ground. Puddles splashed, the soft huff of stallions tearing down the street. Sasuke groaned; his fingers reached up to clutch his velvet bangs.
His head weighs a ton, his eyes so tired he could barely open them and he wanted nothing than to just lay there. His entire body wasted in exhaustion as if all his energy had been drain out of him, so exhausted he could barely move or want to move.
Jumble of thought, flashes of dreams and reality roared through his mind. He was so exhausted, drifting between the realm of dreams and reality he could barely tell if he was awake or not. Jumbles of color clashes in his vision, rustle of hundreds of sound, scents…a chaotic mess of senses!
The soft neighs of horses waffled in his ears, the loud human drum of heart thudded in his ears. The aroma of adrenaline thick in the very air he breathes.
Where is he?
No one other than Pein would ever bring their prey home… So why…why this human scent?
Surely Pein isn't foolish enough to anger Itachi further.
"Ummm…" Sasuke groaned.
His head rolled to the side like a dead weight, he forces his heavy eye lid apart. A soft gentle light radiated from the edge of his sleepy vision, a phantom of blur colors meet his eyes.
Who is this?
Slowly, gradually, the light blur of color came into focus…a face… The face of a man.
Yes…a human face, edge with all the flaws of age. That face…so familiar.
"Sasuke…are you alright?" The voice echoed, as the man leaned closer.
Burning hand moved to touch his icy features.
Yes…a human hand. So warm, so soft…like velvet. So delicate he could rip it apart.
He blinked, his mind working in its slow pace to remember that familiar face….
That sharp face, so warm…so kind. Silver locks, so soft…like satin.
That voice...He had heard them before…somewhere…
"Sasuke? Are you awake?"
So much concern in that voice…
Sasuke blinked. And suddenly, revelation crashed into him like a ton of bricks.
No! Impossible!
At once Sasuke's elbow dug into the material beneath him as he shot up. His navy coat rustled. His eyes wide, his heart crash and his mind blank in shock and disbelief.
This man…
Kakashi? Kakashi sitting before him in his pristine white robe?
Impossible! He killed him! He killed him with his own hands!
"Sasuke…I'm so glad y-"
"You live" Sasuke whispered in disbelief.
"Yes…a miracle" Kakashi nodded.
In an instant, a wave of relief drenched upon Sasuke like holy water. And it was as if an anchor had suddenly snap, lunging him to the surface and he could breathe again.
He is so glad…So glad he could barely speak.
"Th-thank God!" Sasuke breathe out in relief.
Oh God! Thank you! He didn't kill him! Thank you Lord!
"The Lord works in strange ways…"
"…"
"Saving me…so I could save you" Kakashi smiled, leaning back against his sit.
"Save me?" Sasuke whispered in confusion.
In an instant he realized that he was no longer in his room. He was no longer on that bed he had laid.
"…"
"Wh-where am I?" Sasuke whispered urgently.
His heart drummed as he eyes darted all around him in anxiety.
A dim lamp hung over Kakashi's head. The flame flicker and the lamp seem to shake. He could feel the obvious tremor of this entire place, he could feel the shake of the material beneath him; he could hear the hard laboring pants of horses and hear the loud crushing of soil just over this darkness.
Thick black fabric for curtain framed all around him.
He is in a carriage…
"Sas-"
"What is going on? Where are you taking me?" Sasuke hissed.
His fangs lengthened in reaction, as his fingers curled in mounting fear, combing over his messy locks. His head pounding in pain.
God!
Where is Itachi? What is going on?
"I'm taking you somewhere safe…Itac-"
"Where is Itachi? How do you know him?" Sasuke demanded.
"…"
"Answer me!" Sasuke growled; his eyes narrowed.
Something is wrong. Something is off.
Murmurs of screams and shouts and crumbling rocks whispered in his ears beyond the walls of carriage. And he neither had to concentrate; he could smell the thick scent of blood and charred flesh in the very air.
What the hell is going on?
"…"
"Why are you not answering me? Where is Itachi!" Sasuke snarled. Anger, fear, mounting him like a second skin.
"Sasuke…" Kakashi whispered softly.
"Whe-"
"Itachi doesn't want you anymore...so I'll be caring for you"
For a moment Sasuke could not believe his ears. For a moment he could not understand the meaning of Kakashi's words that flowed like gurgle of water in his ears. But some saner more desperate part of him said, Impossible, even as a sinister laughter erupted from his lips.
"Are you mad?" Sasuke whispered.
"He does not love you…I demon cannot love…" Kakashi's words echoed as if a hollow chamber through him.
Itachi didn't want him? Didn't love him?
No…
His mind blanked, his soul numbed. No feeling coursing through him. No anger…no sadness…
He couldn't feel…He couldn't think as hot blood tears rolled uncontrollably.
"Sas-"
"He would never leave me"
"Sasuke I'm so sor-"
"Lies!" Sasuke bellowed.
"Lis-"
"How dare you lie to me!" Sasuke shouted in desperation.
Itachi would never leave him!
" Listen to me!"
In an instant, Sasuke heels dug into the metallic ground and he latch for the door.
Lies! Lies!
He needed to get back home! Get back to Itachi where he belongs!
"Stop! Wait!" Kakashi tried to latch onto Sasuke's arms.
Too slow.
In a motion Sasuke threw open the door leaping out of the racing carriage.
"Sasuke! Stop this! Calm down!" Kakashi shouted.
Sasuke landed on his feet in liquid motion as the carriage rushed on down the street. He could hear Kakashi's voice shouting to stop the carriage. He could heart blood-curdling screams so loud as if the echoes of his wretched soul…
Strong burning heat crashing against him like waves. His eyes widen in terror, in shock and disbelief as he gaze upon the golden city in all its burning glory.
Black fire roared like a menacing beast.
Humans rushing pass him, shoving him aside, crashing against him as they tore down the street. Ashes fell, floated like snow…
The sky as black as night… A scene of hell.
Paper floated and fall…crumbles of rocks groaned and fall like dust.
"Itachi…You wouldn't leave me would you?"
A thousand thought cross his mind.
Was Kakashi lying? Is Itachi truly incapable of love? Did Itachi abandon him for Pein? Had Itachi ever loved him?
Something in him told him that he shouldn't ask these questions. Shouldn't think about them or he would surely go mad. And they don't really matter.
Itachi matters. Itachi's presence matters!
Where is he? Find him…he needed to find him.
Scarlet, flowed against his booths as he glided through the burning city of night. Lost children wailed and weep in fear…
"Sir help me!" A child sobbed, latching against Sasuke arms but Sasuke couldn't care less as he shoved the child aside, gliding down the street.
His ebony shoes thud, tapping over streams of sweet crimson. Ashes taint his navy coat, his elegant inner white shirt, embellished with ornate frills and his ebony shorts.
He couldn't think… he didn't know what to think. What to feel...
All he knows is that he needed to go home.
Go home….there Itachi would hold him again.
Yes…Itachi would be there. And Pein would be there playing his piano.
His melody that fills their nights… Their eternal night...
Flames burst, fire burn. A scene of hells gate… a scene of macabre beauty. The clamorous city, the city that never sleeps, screams, weeps. Ignite in black fires of hell. Shouts echoed; blood curdling screams waffled like melodies, like soprano singers in an opera.
Itachi let his lashes rest; icy breeze bellowed, fluttering his ebony trench coat, twisting over his lean clothed legs, his midnight locks, trickling over his alabaster features.
Ah…
The intoxicating aroma of death, of charred flesh...
The beautiful memories it brings.
Building crumbled, crashed like an orchestral of drums. The jumbles of weeping, cursing, screaming as if the applaud of the after performance.
A cruel chuckle bubbled from his throat. A loud ringing laughter wrench as he laughed his bleeding heart out.
Oh how beautiful…how erotic this masterpiece of hell.
Creak and groan echoed as the fire roared up walls of buildings.
Itachi lifted his gaze as he laughed, as he watched this despicable species of life scurry and run as if ants in chaotic mess!
Scarlet splattered…painting the burning streets in red. High chilling screams waffled as children were trodden on in chaos. As old aging humans, crashed aside, shoved to their death.
Oh look!
His fingers lifted, to brush aside his velvet bangs that caress his lips.
Look…!
How they trample upon their own, killing them in their mad stampede. Crushing the weak…the innocence without the slightest care in their terror.
Beautiful! The evidence of their oh-so-kind soul…
The clock tower struck six, rumbling the narrow platform Itachi stood as he gazed down like a hawk.
Red flowed, like a painter's stroke, dabbing against the glowing street. Flickering flames burn…dance through his vision like a symphony of dancers, cherubs…leaping and twirling in all their dark beauty. The color so vivid to his vision, so breath taking he could barely take his eyes away.
Murmurs of shouts gurgled in his ears as if the thousand clangs of the triangle for the grand finale.
The dark resonating flames blooming like the opening of a young pitch black rose…Unraveling, unfolding, and spreading in all its menacing glory.
The hint of blackened shadows that devourer, so chilling…so sinister…So beautiful…
The entire scene, as if a scene on canvas, shaping, forming…painting themselves in perfect detail.
He could feel the approaching dawn, he could see the slight glimmer of garish light in a distant though not to the human eyes but he couldn't care less as he watched on in admiration.
He felt no pity, no compassion…he felt nothing. Strangely numb…strangely empty as if he had poured all his emotions into this burning flames.
The paling sky, dye in black, like death from the roaring smoke that chocked the entire city.
Pale grayish ashes fell…like snow, dirty snow. Floating, falling…sweet intoxication, filling their little lungs; killing them.
The color of human's innocence. Their true color of purity.
A soft thud of booths echoed at his side but he did not turn. He already knew who it was.
"Beautiful isn't it?" Itachi chuckled.
"…"
"Enjoying the show Madara?" Itachi smiled a sinister smile as he turned slightly to regard the other.
Scarlet meets scarlet.
A cold smile touched Madara's lips as he flick his gaze slightly towards the screaming city of night.
"Of course" He wrapped a hand around Itachi's waist, pulling him closer.
"…"
"You never change do you?" Madara purred; his hands reached up to cup Itachi's alabaster features almost lovingly, tauntingly.
"…"
"Wherever you go…whenever you leave…you leave a barren ground of ash"
"My gift to these lovely cities that provided me entertainment…don't you think it a fitting souvenir?" Itachi smiled; pushing Madara's fingers away, he turned back towards the gleaming furnace beneath.
Madara softened his gaze, turning away…
There is nothing to see, nothing to read on Itachi's alabaster features but there is no need.
This conflagration Itachi craft with his pureblood strength…
Ameteratsu…
This eternal burning work of art, a glimpse of hell, a scene of chaotic mess…a landscape of death, suffering, anguish and fear…the manifestation of Itachi's true emotions deep in him.
This gift of death he gives to every city he had ever lived…the manifestation of his endless hatred to humans that condemn him.
A vampire that longed to love…longed to be loved…by humans that would forever leave him, fear him.
Itachi…A vampire that weeps tears of blood for a love he could never have.
Madara heaved a sigh, pulling Itachi even closer to him to cradle the younger. Itachi lets him, pressing his back against the strong torso.
"Madara…" He whispered, laying his head back against the crook of Madara's vulnerable neck.
Midnight tresses tumbled as Madara's fingers shifted over to lid over Itachi's shoulder across his chest; his thumb stroking them tenderly.
"…"
"Where are your lovely children…?" Itachi whispered.
"It's an honor to die by the hands of your creator"
"I see…"
"I only have eyes for you…it's for the best that they cease"
"…"
"You will not leave me again"
"I'm yours…till the day you are satisfied"
"…"
"But after that…you must release me…"
Madara smiled, nodding as the hand over Itachi's shoulder shifted to wrap dangerously over Itachi's pale neck.
"Of course…my love" his grip tightened threateningly over Itachi's delicate neck.
"And you never change either…"
"…"
"Does holding me in ways that gives you absolute power to take my life arouse you so much?" Itachi chuckled.
"Touch me...trust me…savor each sensation I give to you…because I am all you will ever have…" Leaning down Madara buried the tip of his nose against Itachi velvet lock.
Ummm…this sweet scent that sends thrill through his blood, that sends fire though his veins.
This is what he had wanted isn't it?
His Itachi…His sweet lovely Itachi back in his arms again as he should.
Oh how perfect it is that the days where vampires lived in clans are over. There is no need to punish Itachi for tradition sake.
Oh how perfect it is that there is no one to share Itachi with…
Itachi is his…All his…body and soul…
Perfect.
"My sweet Itachi…" He whispered the name like a talisman.
So perfect he could not have asked for more right?
So why…why is there still this void in him that Itachi was not filling; there was still that loneliness in him that ran deeper than his bones; this coldness that numbs his empty core as if his soul was still sleeping somewhere cold…just as it had been the day he lost him.
Why…?
"I'm back…Do you have all that you want?" Itachi let his lashes rest; his fingers gradually reach up to touch the back of Madara's hand against his neck.
"Yes…I have"
"I see…""Sasuke… you swear to me you will live…And I hold you to that…"
It was near dawn when Sasuke reached their home. Fire leaped, devouring the front yard, swallowing those pretty roses in its dark heat. Soft music hummed; a sad sorrowful melody…slowly, sweetly…
Softly…gently…music surrounds him. He could hear it…feel it…closing in around him.
The music Sasuke had known by heart whispered in all perfection against the murmurs of screams and groans of fire in its backdrop. He turned the knob of their home and strode down the dark hallway.
The music heightened, the darkness stirs…sharpening each sensation of melody that touched his soul.
Perhaps he already knew what he would find. Or perhaps he already knew the truth of things…but he felt nothing at the heart wrenching sight that touches his eyes.
Pein…Pein alone…
His gaze softened as he stood at the threshold of their living room, watching as Pein played his pieces in the pitch darkness of the chamber without a flicker of light.
Clad in the finest coat, elegant black shoes as always, he performed as if in an orchestral.
Perhaps this was the best Pein had ever performed, or perhaps this was the first time Sasuke had ever payed any attention to them…it was lovely yet oh how lonely it sounded.
So beautiful as if the harp of angels above…so amazing, he could barely describe them.
A tear rolled down his cheek, his soul numb to nothingness as he glided forward as if by an external force. He could feel Pein's painful emotion mixed in the thundering of those melodies notes.
There was something comforting in the sight, and it was disturbing.
"Would you play for me every night…?" Sasuke whispered.
In a motion, before Sasuke knew what he was doing, before he knew how to stop himself, he wrapped his arms around the vampire's neck. Cradling that ginger skull against his arms as if it was the most precious thing in the world.
And perhaps it is at this moment.
He didn't know.
He didn't care, didn't think.
Couldn't think, as hot tears welled in his eyes, his heart ached. Pressure building in his chest to fits of ripping as his fingers shifted to stroke over Pein's velvet tresses.
Pein stop, his fingers slip from those ivory keys, turning slightly towards Sasuke.
"My Pein…" Sasuke lowered his gaze towards Pein's alabaster features.
Oh how beautiful, soft…gentle Pein looked. So beautiful…like an angel, so sad…so anguished he couldn't stop staring. As if those were the reflections of his bleeding soul.
And he wanted suddenly to weep deeply; he wanted suddenly to pull the other closer in his arms, tighter...not knowing why.
"Lovely Pein…" Sasuke muttered.
Closing his eyes, he leaned down placing a tender kiss over Pein's forehead. Shifting down, he kissed his cheek, his lips, his neck... Covering Pein in soft sorrowful kisses; his fangs stroked down the large veins of Pein's pale neck and he kissed them too.
"Sasuke…do you pity me?"
"Shh…"
Sasuke's fingers reached to the side to hold Pein's arm; skimming his lips over the length of Pein's coat that covered his strong arm.
"Pein…" He brought Pein's wrist to his trembling lips, kissing it and then his open palm.
He didn't know what he was doing, he didn't want to know but he was so afraid that if he stopped this madness, he would really go mad. That maybe Pein would disappear too like an illusion as Itachi have.
"Sasuke…stop…"
Sasuke could feel Pein's other soft fingers stroking his hair, his face and in a motion he forced himself to look up.
"Don't you like it?" Sasuke almost begged.
He was making no sense and again he couldn't care as if all logic had left him.
"…"
"How do you want it then?" He shifted to loom over the other, as his fingers lifted to stroke those ginger tresses again.
"You came back…" Pein whispered.
"Are you happy? Itachi did not leave you for me…"
"Yes" Pein pulled Sasuke closer against him as he buried his icy features against Sasuke's clothed chest.
"…"
"I'm happy that you came back…but do you know what you came back for?"
"…"
"Do you know what you are choosing in me?"
"…"
"In having me by your side? I am not Itachi…"
"I know…" Sasuke sigh, burying his features in the depths of those soft locks.
"Would you put up with me? Think about it…And I'm not talking about a decade or tw-"
"Yes…!" His heart throbbed, shattered with the gentleness of Pein's usually smug voice.
He sounded he like a child asking for forgiveness, like a child knowing he did something wrong. And Sasuke wanted to hold him even more, wanted to kiss him some more.
The fire raged, devouring through the doors, their hallway, the stairways, charring and licking them to ashes. There isn't much time.
"I love Itachi…" Sasuke murmured.
"No doubt…if you can love even me" Pein mused.
"Come with me"
"…"
"Either you come with me or I'll rip your head off and take that with me…vampires can live even that way can't they?" Sasuke let his lashes rest, his fingers unceasing in their tender stroking.
He knew he was pompous and blind to the love he had for Itachi. And he didn't care.
He would learn to love Pein because he knows Itachi did. He would try to care for him and die for him if he must because he knows Itachi would.
But if he was being honest…he wanted Pein to live even if a life of torment; he wanted Pein to be by his side even if as an empty shell because he wanted to selfishly keep a part of Itachi by him.
As long as Pein lives, as long as he breathes it would be as if Itachi had never left him, because a piece of Itachi's heart lives…in this very vampire that he holds in his arms.
Five centuries later….
The night was silent, or as silent as it could be. The distant sound of honks and screeches of tires waffled. The gentle thuds of shoes resonated, tapping over the elegant stone path that slithered across the dimly lit park.
No longer with oil lamps but automatic electrical ones with fancy timers.
They've had many names, lived a hundred identities, appearing and disappearing through the wheel of time.
Their fingers weaved with the other so intimately like lovers, as they strode down the quiet park. Clad in leather jacket, clad in jeans, while the other clad in all black suits fit for an orchestral performance, the two glided silently.
"Pein…" Sasuke whispered, giving a gentle tug of his hand.
"Um?" he turned to regard the other.
"Are you alright with tomorrow? Or do you want to do this a little longer?"
"I don't really care…" He smiled. Pulling Sasuke's hand to his lips, kissing them tenderly.
Sasuke smiled.
It was about time they disappear again, stage another fantastic death again. It had been too long. People would have noticed that they hadn't age for a while now, hadn't change in the slightest.
Pein could pass off as having put on thick make-ups or even plastic surgery, given that he is the 'youngest' celebrated musician that could rival even Beethoven or Mozart. And of course, he himself could use the same excuse given that he is his 'young' lover, but neither defense would last very long either.
No one stays the same forever…at least not humans.
"My sweet Sasuke…so lovely and gentle…I wouldn't mind anything you decide" Pein muttered.
"Oh how modest…You just want me to take care of all the details don't you?"
"Thank you" Pein smirked.
"God…! You are spoilt!"
"And whose fault is that?"
"Don't complain if your death hurts" Sasuke teased.
He had already thought of the details as he always did. He loves talking to Pein even if it was about nothing because it keeps him sane.
Humans through history who yearn for immortality are fools.
They had not the slightest notion of what it means to be immortal to begin with.
For in becoming immortal they crave for all forms of their life to stay the same. Carriages made in the same fashion, clothing of the cut they are used to and loved, people around them attire and speaking in the same manner that they understood and valued or perhaps arts drawn and painted in the same old fashion they adored.
But in fact all things change but the creature itself.
And soon, even with the most flexible mind, whatever the beauty of immortality that had made them craved such a curse or gift would be swept off the face of this earth, and nothing would be there to offer the freedom from despair but death that would never come.
A sentence to a madhouse of hopelessness.
If he hadn't taken Pein with him back then…he would have gone mad by now.
Pein saved his life as he did him back then.
Sasuke let out a sigh, as he lifted his gaze towards the starless night.
"Itachi…do you still live?"
It doesn't hurt him anymore to think about 'him'. Doesn't hurt him anymore to talk about 'him'.
He felt no resentment for what Itachi did. He felt no hatred towards the vampire who abandoned him. Who broke his happiness…
So many things had happen, so many terrible things, bitter sweet things…have happened since Itachi left them to fend for themselves that the pain of his betrayal seem like nothing but a tiny black spot in the canvas of his life.
And Itachi himself...is nothing but another minute part of his life experience...
This is what it truly means to be immortal.
Everything is just an experience, carrying minimal meaning, unless if it exists in the present…
The gentle breeze of wind bellowed through the night, caressing over his alabaster skin, as he leaned closer towards Pein.
"Sasuke…Pein…" A voice whispered. A dark voice he hadn't heard in so long he could barely remember it.
Sasuke looked to the side. His heart halted, his blood chilled to the very bone marrow as he could feel Pein's fingers tightened intensively over his.
He could hear the hard drumming of their hearts and feel the obvious tremor of Pein's fingers.
Two figures stood beneath the shadows, their gleaming eyes bleed of scarlet.
Their face, pale, flawless…radiant and beautiful as if an angel.
Vampires… No... Purebloods...
In liquid motion the two shifted closer towards them, the silver ray of moon caressing over the edge of their mesmerizing features. Their long, dark midnight tresses trickled over their strong shoulder.
A gust of wind funneled; bellowing the edge of their ebony trench coat.
"Sasuke…" the dark voice whispered, sending thrills racing through his blood.
"Ita-chi…Madara…" Pein whimpered; his fingers tightened against Sasuke's as if to stop them from trembling.
"Pein…come to me…" Madara murmured, lifting his hands.
Pein's jaws tightened, his muscles clenched as he instinctively look anxiously at Itachi.
His Master…
His Master then…his Master now and forever…
"Go…" Itachi nodded.
Pein did. Sasuke let him.
What right has he to stop him? What right has he to judge him?
For wanting to be held by the pureblood he had always loved but had never once possessed…
"Sasuke" Itachi muttered, taking a step closer.
Sasuke clenched, his heart hammered, adrenaline surged in his very veins like fire but his features remained indifferent.
He feared Itachi even now.
He feared his touch, his fierce, fiery gaze that had never changed even through time.
He couldn't understand why.
Perhaps because he knows there is a part of him that still loves him. And in loving him, he would need him again, and in needing him, he would fall once again into his sweet intoxication…his sweet passion that renders him powerless.
He had always wanted that passion! Needed that passion…
Even so, he could never forget the anguish he had caused…
The indescribable pain that rips him to pieces; tears him from soul…making him weep night after night, holding, clutching at Pein as he weeps too; asking himself over and over again if he had done something wrong to perhaps make Itachi abandon him.
Oh the many painful nights he had wanted to end his torment, wanted to die but never having the courage for death...
"Sasuke…" Itachi whispered.
"Good evening…Itachi"
"I've missed you…"
Oh how many words you speak are lies?
"I can't forgive you"
"I know…"
"But I don't need to…"
"…"
"Master…" Sasuke lifted his right hand for Itachi to take.
Itachi curled his gentle fingers over Sasuke's wrist; bringing them to his lips, and he turned them over to kiss the soft palm of Sasuke's hand tenderly.
Sasuke let his lashes rest, a single tear rolled down his cheek as his lips trembled.
Itachi is back... but for how long this time?
It doesn't matter…
As for now…he could finally close his eyes again and surrender into his darkest dreams…The unforgettable dream he had a long time ago.
A fantasy of ceaseless nights…music, pleasures, and sinful passions...
"God I pray to you…This time…don't let me wake…"
THE END
(I was debating if the last scene should be in…but someone told me that it wouldn't be a very good idea to have an uncertain ending. I hope you have all enjoyed the story. I'm really bad at nice endings (But i'm working on it)...Never written a sweet ending even in school...)
Music of the Night (Phantom of the Opera)
Night-time sharpens, heightens each sensation ...
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination ...
Silently the senses abandon their defenses ...
Slowly, gently night unfurls its splendor ...
Grasp it, sense it - tremulous and tender ...
Turn your face away from the garish light of day,
turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light -
and listen to the music of the night ...
Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams!
Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before!
Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar!
And you'll live as you've never lived before ...
Softly, deftly, music shall surround you ...
Feel it, hear it, closing in around you ...
Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind,
in this darkness which you know you cannot fight -
the darkness of the music of the night.
Let your mind start a journey through a strange, new world!
Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before!
Let your soul
Take you where you long to be!
Only then can you belong to me ...
Floating, falling, sweet intoxication!
Touch me, trust me, savor each sensation!
Let the dream begin,
let your darker side give in to the power of
the music that I write - the power of the music of the night ...
You alone can make my song take flight -
help me make the music of the night ...
I really want to thank all of you for reading this story. I hope it have been enjoyable.
It would be great to know your views on the story so i could improve further when doing other stories.
Thank you all so much !