I hate what I see in the mirror

What A Nightmare

[A/N- this was a little rushed because I have a volunteer things tomorrow, and the whole week. So I will be pretty busy and tired for a while! Sorry! ]

Itachi's eyes blinked open, slowly moving about the room. It was the same place he had fallen asleep in yet something felt... off. It seemed darker, colder. He tried to reached for Kurama but his arm wouldn't move. He could still feel his arm but the muscles, down to his very finger tips, would not comply with what his brain told them to do. His heart began drumming out of his chest, sweat bedding on his brow. Panic setting in fast. He tried to fling his body up but again it wouldn't move, not even his head. 

Heavy breathing brushed against his skin, as if someone was but inches away from his face. His eyelids fluttered closed, and when he opened them again he almost screamed. Hovering over him was Fugaku. He glared daggers at Itachi and grit his teeth. The ravens body trembled and tears swelled in his eyes yet he could not open his mouth to call out.

He was helpless and alone.

Fugaku was mere inches away from him, their noses brushing together. The man's eyes slowly traveled from Itachi eyes down to his body. He stroked Itachi's bare flesh as he devoured him with his eyes. It was then Itachi realized he was naked. He was laying naked underneath Fugaku.
The man's fingers dragged down the ravens chest, feeling his breasts as they past, Itachi swallowed a sob. Fugaku paused when he reached the pale stomach, pressing his palm to it he smiled. His gray eyes panned up to meet the epony black ones that looked down at him with a pleading gaze. Tears streamed freely down.
"If you think this little charade will keep me away from you, your mistaken."
His voice growled.
"You will never escape me! No amount of laws or rich idiots will stop me! I've become one with you."
His smiled grew and his eyes fluttered down to Itachi's stomach.
"Now I am with you forever! No matter where you go or who you run to! I am here with you and will always be!"
With that last line he pressed his hand harder against the ravens flash. Golden light burst from him, his insides burned like hellfire. Screams erupted from his throat yet still he could not open his mouth to release them. His body still wouldn't move. He could only lay there in pain and cry. Fugaku's hand sunk into him, through his flash as if it was a thin membrane. Itachi choked. He could feel the hand moving around inside him. Every time he bumped one of the ravens organs he would gage and vomit was building in the back of his throat.

Fugaku paused, and an almost toothy grin lit up his face. He jabbed his hand deeper with one fast motion. It jarred Itachi, sending his eyes rolling to the back of his head. The man's hand grabbed hold of something far within Itachi. He stroked it gently as if it was such a fragile thing. The raven froze at the feeling of this thing inside him. It was... alive. It moved on its own, very subtlety but still. It's heart pulsed inside him, off beat with his own racing one. Fugaku growled and all his softness with the creature vanished. He gripped it tightly and ripped it from inside Itachi.
This was when whatever trance he was in broke. All the built up pain shot through him like a bullet and something snapped. He screamed so loud his throat split open yet all sound was muted in his ear. He clenched the sheets, arching his back off the bed as the pain continued. All the glowing light faded and turned to blood gushing from an open wound. It stained the sheets, pooling around him.

With a scream Itachi flung himself upright with such force it threw him off the bed. He clenched his stomach on the floor, sweat slicking his body and dampening his hair. His stomach convulsed. Covering his mouth he scurried to the bathroom, lunging over the toilet and emptying the contents of his gut. He shivered, hunched over the toilet as he gasped for air. Finally as his legs grew weak he fell off, his back hitting the wall. Tears still stained his face, streaming down pale cheeks. The ink black river was knotted and frizzy from all his tossing about. It shocked him that Kurama hadn't woken up, but at the same time he was grateful he hadn't. The man had come to sleep with him via his request and Itachi didn't want to cause him any distress.