Let Go Sasuke

I do not own the anime, manga, or any other items affiliated with "Naruto." All credit goes to the respectable owners, this is purely fanfiction. This story is my own creation so I will treat it as such but I am open to ideas, constructive criticism, and tips on how to be a better writer. There is YAOI so if you don't like: turn back.

This is my first story post so please be gentle. Read on wonderful people! ~Little Letters

Chapter 1

Sasuke sat up from sweat dampened covers and dry heaved. Annoying sheets and dark hair stuck to his body and face. After throwing up earlier that night he felt a little better, but clearly even that wasn't helping with sweating, nausea, and the shivers. Sasuke groaned as he turned over to look at the alarm clock that showed a blurry 3:26 am.

"Go to bed he said, you'll feel better once you wake up he said." Impersonating his brother in a sarcastic tone Sasuke took a sip of water.

"Imagine, being 16 and taking care of myself," Sasuke waved his hands around in small circles "Itachi seems to think it's apparently impossible."

Kicking the now very annoying covers off Sasuke turned to press his legs and forehead against the cool wall adjacent to his bed. It seemed to help a little as Sasuke imagined to the cold seeping past his shin into his muscles, eventually his eyelids started to feel heavy again and soon he fell asleep.

What seemed like two seconds turned into a half an hour until the pain erupted over his body again, Sasuke bolted upright from his drowsy sleep and screamed in pain. This time there was no sarcastic remark to an invisible older brother. Just a sharp intake of air and a thud as Sasuke rolled too far off his bed and connected with the floor. Everything burned. His knee caps, spine, ankles and elbows pounded with numbing pain. Who knew fingers, muscles, eyes, even his tongue, could jerk and burn so much. It was too dark to see what was happening but uncomfortable popping and crunching noises made Sasuke gag and throw up water and it did nothing to soothe his agitated throat. Screw it, he had to get Itachi's help. Sasuke staggered onto his swollen knees only to hear a dull pop and then a crunch, he shouted and fell onto his ribs. He wasn't some weakling! Sasuke willed himself to try to stand again, but when he looked down, he sharply turned away in disbelief and remained on the floor. Was that a bone sticking out of his calf?! How was he even still conscious? Sasuke rubbed his eyes anxiously. Why did his skin feel slippery all of a sudden? Where the hell was Itachi?! Sasuke's mind raced with questions as he faced his bedroom door and continued to sob.

"I-Itachi!...Itachi..please!"

Sasuke hiccuped, failing to notice himself press broken fingers into his blood soaked carpet. Rejoicing when he heard racing footsteps pound up the stairs only to promptly stop, the footsteps did not enter and they infuriatingly just waited. Eyes itched and colors became distorted. Sasuke did not want to wait, could not wait. Those footsteps were salvation to this crippling torture.

"Some-something is wrong w-with me. Is it happening? Br-brother! Can you hear me?"

Sasuke wanted to scream again but his voice sounded faint in his own ears.

"Hello?...Ita-chi? Hel-" Sasuke's head was playing tricks on him. Humans don't pant like this, they have nails not claws, and he was not using his lips to speak anymore.

Sasuke whined and used his claws to tear his bedroom carpet up in distress. His mind failed to understand why the pain went from a full boil to a stagnant peace, vanishing as quickly as it came before his mind corrected his confusion by passing out on the floor. Outside Sasukes room it was like the youngest brothers pain never occurred, the house became deathly still and remained desolate of any panicked family flipping on lights in alarm. The footsteps by the door became muffled as they walked slowly away from the door. Letting Sasuke's body flush out any more minor side effects while he slept.

Morning light filtered through the window of Sasuke's bedroom. Everything outside seemed peaceful but Itachi knew better. Inside Sasuke's room the evidence of an obvious struggle lay everywhere. Diluted vomit was inches from where his little brothers head rested. His bed covers were crumpled on the ground far away from their owner and dried blood stained the carpet. Oh how he wanted to barge into Sasuke's room last night to try to relieve the pain, but he couldn't. The worst was over for now and it was finally time to help. Walking into the room with a cup of water and painkillers Itachi knelt next to a healthy Sasuke.

"Sasuke wake up." Itachi gently prodded Sasukes shoulder.

"...mph..." Sasuke opened his eyelids to see his brother. Remembering what happened last night, Sasuke sprang up and checked his body to find nothing but flushed sensitive skin and the feeling of being dehydrated. "Oh my God I swear it happened. That pain was too real to be a nightmare," Sasuke became quiet and looked down at his hands, hushing his excitement with anger till it was the only thing he could think about, "and where the fuck were you?! I called for you Itachi!" Sasuke felt betrayed and guilty for yelling at the same time. Wait Guilty?

Itachi sat on the bed patiently and sighed, Sasuke wasn't going to take this well.

"You're right, it wasn't a dream. And I couldn't help you with this Sasuke, you know that. You had to do it alone and if I came in and you didn't recognize me," Sasuke took in a breath of Itachi's clean scent, earthy with the faint trace of his infamous body wash "both of us would have gotten hurt." Itachi handed the glass and painkillers over for Sasuke's newly pink, irritated blotchy skin.

"So it really happened huh? Guess lycanthropy didn't skip me." Sasuke took the pills and sat slowly on the clean part of the floor trying not to rub his skin too much. Being lower than Itachi on the floor left his inner wolf feeling immediately at ease. Itachi observed Sasukes actions with unnoticeable curiosity.

Yes the Uchihas were werewolves, yes Itachi was right and yes, both sucked. Sasuke had been told that the beast might skip him. With the world now the way it was, being a lycanthrope was becoming rare in the Uchiha bloodline. Now both brothers had it, Itachi answered his beasts call when he was also 16, but it happened immediately, while Sasuke waited three extra long months. On that night Sasuke locked himself in his room and cried as he listened to Itachi in his wolf form rip apart his room disorientated. That morning his family celebrated Itachi's change and that he was an alpha. The pain you went through as you changed was an indicator of if you were alpha, beta, or omega. The less damage, the more likely you were an alpha. Less pain meant that the person was strong enough to fight the oncoming symptoms or some shit. Omegas barley survived the change and that was why they were the bottom of the chain of command. If you couldn't fight the symptoms you couldn't even protect your pack. Itatchi was just disorientated and woke up the next day like nothing ever happened.

Sasuke looked down at his still blotchy skin gently biting his cracked lips. He had to be an alpha or he was so screwed. Just another thing to disappoint his perfectionist of a father. Sasuke winced, but Itachi had to wake him up, by that time Sasuke would have already healed any really bad injuries. Sasuke tried to think about last night more in detail. As he did he groaned at his luck the broken bones, the burning, and pretty much everything lead towards one thing. Itachi had to bring pain killers but he wasn't hospitalized in his family's private hospital either. But no doubt about it, Sasuke was a beta.

And of course Itachi already knew.

"This is so bad, fathers going to kill me."

"Sasuke."

"Of course you, the prodigy son would turn out to be an alpha," Sasuke put his head in his hands "I should just go dig a hole and bury myself."

"Sasuke calm down."

"I should sell my organs to hunters for money." Sasuke felt like throwing up all over again.

"Sasuke you need to stop being a drama queen. There is nothing wrong with being a beta, the pack would fall apart if it was made entirely of leaders."

"On second thought, I'll have Orochimaru do it, that way he can harvest everyth-" Sasuke yelped as hands roughly slid under his sore arms and yanked him onto his bed again. Oh god did he really just yelp?

"No you will not!" Itachi snarled in Sasukes face.

Sasuke watched in new-found beta fear as Itachi's teeth morphed into fangs and his iris turned into a burnt yellow color. He looked feral and intimidating. Lowering his gaze, Sasuke exposed his throat and tried to appear smaller unconsciously. Only to be harshly let go and then pushed off the bed onto his ass.

"Stop easily going into submission. You're degrading yourself and you are acting like a pushover."

Sasuke glared at Itachi. It was bad enough that this was going to be his first day trying to hide his beta status from his dad, please, that was a given. But now he had to be constantly aware of his posture or it would be a dead give away! Bye bye pack! Sasuke felt frustrated, stressed, and tired, making it really hard not to be aggressive towards Itachi. It was a gift and a curse that Sasuke was never one to hold his tongue around his brother, right now it was probably a curse.

"Yeah!? Well excuuussee me, understanding brother, for trying to get my emotions and body under control!" Sasuke stood up and locked his eyes onto Itachis gaze and he wasn't looking away to matter how he felt. Sasuke bared his teeth and stood tall. "But you got another thing coming if you think I'm going to degrade myself and lie down to be someones first class bitch" Sasuke would never be able to smother his beta instincts, but he would push them into the farthest pit in hell and whoever tried to use it against him could go looking for it there. Damn Itachi for assuming he was submitting other than...resting...in a particular spot that made him feel at ease.

Itachi failed to hide a small smile. Sasukes intense glare faltered a bit seeing it, his shoulders immediately relaxing and confusion replacing the anger in his eyes.

"There's the stubborn little brother I know. Father will never know and you will not be forced into feeling like you have to submit ever again if I have anything to say about it."

"I didn't submit! And thanks...I think?"

"Prepare for the hardest training of your life Sasuke. When I'm done with you, alphas are going to inspire to be you." Itachi's eyes held a faint spark of evil.

Sasuke may admit to sucking at sorting out his own emotions, but for survival purposes, he knew how to read Itachi like a book. He unconsciously took a step back, "on second thought, I'll just cover this up myself. I'll just say the mood swings from the first year of being a werwolf are from stress. You're probably busy with college work anyway."

"How thoughtful. But no," Itachi leaned back on one of his hands and smirked, "you're my top priority little brother."

"Is it too late to say sorry for making your shirts pink and giving you salt for your coffee instead of sugar?"

"Yes."

Sasuke winced and tried to look on the bright side. Maybe Itachi would forget all the other tricks and go easy on him.

Ha, yeah right.


3 years later

Sasuke sat by the window sill wrapped in a plaid blue blanket with a book nestled on his lap, lost in memories. Itachi had been telling the truth when he said that he'd pretty much breath down his neck until he was satisfied with Sasuke. Training to cover up instinctual status was misery the first year because of Itachi. Hell the second year because of Itachi. Pure boring agony the third year because of Itachi. But father never found out and Sasuke could push down the urge to submit to alphas now and feel in control.

Just recently being a part of Itachi's pack at the request of his older brother after he had moved out had its quirks. For one, Sasuke could now get revenge on his brother for all the times his lessons were highly questionable at best. Sasuke smirked as he thought of the time he laid a red skimpy outfit on Itachi's bed before he got back with Kisame from a date. Sasuke could just imagine the look on Kisames face when he thought it was a hint from Itachi, and Itachis face when he realized that trash was even seen in his room. Of course the note that said "This looks great on me...as a matter of fact, I bet I would look better on you" -Itachi is probably why Sasuke had to look over his back the whole week afterwards. The glare he got every time a comment was made about anything red when shopping was so worth it.

All joking aside, life was still no walk in the park. Being a werewolf was like having a cold, you lived but life would be so much easier without it. And it was definitely not going to get any easier after Sasuke met him.

To Be Continued

SO. First chapter done. I wanted to get it out around this time of year in the spirit of Halloween and such. Tell me what you think but please no flames.