CROW (ITACHI X READER)

Chapter 6:

Itachi - Age 13

I watch y/n's father lead her to their family car, security posed on every side, painting the perfect picture of a concerned father. Like he was so afraid of the killer coming back, as if it wasn't him who caused this.

I tried to stay strong like dad said, to not cry and to breathe but it was hard. I couldn't get the picture of them dying out of my mind. I thanked my lucky stars that I didn't have to watch Mom take her last breath.

But the picture of her lifeless body lying there wasn't much better.

I looked down at my arms and hands and swallowed a whimper. The blood didn't help, it was all over me because I couldn't let them go. I'm sure it'll be stained on me forever.

If y/n's father hadn't ordered his men to remove me, i'd probably still be in there, burrowed in their arms; pretending they were just sleeping.

"Itachi?"

I looked up, y/n's father and three of his men stood in front of me. I moved to the side and my brows furrowed at the vacant spot where the car was.

"Where's y/n?"

"She's heading home."

We continued to stare at each other and this is the first time I've seen this look on his face. He wasn't looking at me like a child but as a man, one he was debating on what to do with.

"EMS said your father died minutes before we got here but your Mother died an hour before."

I stayed silent and he smirked. "Guess the cat's out of the bag, huh?" He chuckled then shook his head. "Your dad was poking around where he didn't belong." He shrugged.

"He was trying to help.." I gritted through my clenched jaw.

"Help?" He barked out a laugh. "So naive. It wasn't his place and he paid for it."

He nodded at his men and I stiffened when they walked towards me. I took a step back and he let out a cruel smile. "Go ahead and run, Itachi. It's either you or Sasuke."

I froze and sucked in a breath. "Leave my brother alone!"

"Then don't run."

I stopped moving and two men gripped my arms tightly, making me wince. I glared at y/n's father and he chuckled. "I was going to let you go but you know the truth and I can't have that."

"What are you going to do?"

"What I was planning to do with your father if you and that ungrateful bitch of daughter weren't here."

He turned and I was lifted off the ground by his men, another car pulled up and I kicked and fought the whole way towards the car. The man to my left grunted when I kicked his shin and his fist connected with my cheek.

I cried out in surprise and pain and they laughed. "Stop fucking moving!"

"Fuck you!" I yelled while I fought harder.

I heard a sigh before a needle was stabbed into my neck and my body gave out. My breathing slowed and the last thing I remembered was being thrown in the trunk, my forehead slamming against the floor and something warm sliding down my face.

"Mom... Dad..." I whispered before my eyes closed.

I woke up on hard concrete, my right ankle had a large shackle with a chain connected to a wall. I panted while I looked around the room, a high window bathed the space in a spotlight.

I winced when I sat up, my face felt hot and my lip swollen. A water bottle was placed near me and I licked my dry lips, the water taunting me.

The door banged open and I crawled back until my back hit the wall. One of the men from before stalked towards me until he was a foot or so away.

"Look who's awake, " He smiled. "I gave you too much, we thought you weren't going to make it." He chuckled.

I tried to hold in my tremble but he still noticed. "You didn't drink your water."

"I don't want it."

He sighed and shook his head. "It's not poisoned."

I rolled my lips between my teeth and his face hardened. "I was trying to do something nice and get you a water and instead you ignore my gift and me?"

"I don't want it."

"Drink it!" He picked up the bottle and trust his hand towards me. "Drink it."

I pressed myself harder into the wall and shook my head. He sneered at me. "You should have taken my nice side. He told us we could do whatever we wanted, just couldn't kill you."

He spun around and left the room, he was back before I could wrap my head around the open door and he was holding a water hose.

"You could have drank it out of a water bottle but now?" He gripped my shirt and pulled me forward. "You get the hose."

It felt like a fireman's hose was being used, I couldn't catch my breath and water was going everywhere. I clawed at his arms while my cries and screams were being drowned out.

Before I thought i'd pass out again he released me, I dropped to the floor and threw up what felt like a gallon of water. The wet feeling coughs kept me from taking a full breath, making my lungs rattle as if there were marbles in my chest.

"Fucking stupid!" He roared and his heavy boot covered foot came down on my hand. I screamed at the pain, I tried to pull my hand away but he dug his heel in, digging it deeper into my shattered bones.

The punches came next and if I fought too much they'd shackle my arms and keep me restrained to the ground. Once they shackled my neck, he told me it was to keep my noises contained because although at first they reveled in my screams he was 'tired of it.'

Every day a small amount of food and a doctor would greet me when I was woken up, I was checked out and was made the eat the food. Then came the 'schooling' as they called it.

They tied me to school chair and forced me to watch videos of them stalking Sasuke, getting so close that i'd hold my breath. They didn't touch them, he was protected by my Aunt, Fathers sister and she was insanely protective.

No, they just wanted to give me the fear of the what ifs. They'd make me listen to fake recordings of them 'torturing' him and play it over and over again until i'd claw at my ears. I could only tell myself it wasn't real so many times before it no longer held meaning.

Then came the beatings, they wanted to know how much a child could actually handle. If we are as strong as people make us seem, if we could bounce back.

Eventually, I became numb. I didn't know how long I was trapped there but it was enough to remove all feelings and memories except for a select few.

Sasuke. My parents.

Y/N.