Living Without A Name [FINISHED]

Take It All

Surprisingly, I didn’t get into a fight. Even though I could tell he wanted to punch my face in for being ignorant, he gritted his teeth and tried to bear it. He dragged me by my wrist and checked us into a whole another hotel, then sat me down on the bed. “Well, Mr. Scary, what are you going to do to me?” I asked in a fake frightened voice. He pushed me down and climbed on top of me, making my whole face go red. He got down to my ear, then whispered, “If your not going to tell me anything, I guess I’m going to have to force it out of you.” I shivered, making him grin. 

“Kid!” I yelled at him, “Get off me!” “Oh yeah? What are you going to do about it?” He cooed at me. I tried to get up but he kept me down. He started to bite my neck, hard. I groaned, and still struggled against him. “Stop… Struggling.” He threatened while biting me. “Oh yeah? What are you going to do about it?” I mimicked, causing him to look at me. I managed to push him off, and throw him across the room, slamming into the wall. I walked over and got close in his face. “If it’s a war you want, you’ll get it.” 

“I don’t want one. I just want to know what you know about Itachi. Then, I’ll leave you alone.” He grinned, putting his hands on my face, and pushing me away but following me. He got to where his lips were centimeters away from mine, then he whispered, “Okay?” I grinned, looking at his lips. “What would I get in return?” I whispered back. “Whatever you want.”

I laughed, then said, “Fine. But, promise me you wont use it against him. Please.” I gazed up in his eyes, and he nodded. I sat on the bed, then him sitting next to me. Then, I began telling him about me getting in the Akatsuki, my relationship with the gang, including Pein and Itachi. When I was done, Sasuke was stunned. He looked at me, then asked, “So, you haven’t heard from Itachi since?” “Nope.”

He rested his head on his fist, which was supported on his leg. He stared off into space for a while, as if regretting something. “What’s wrong?” I asked, searching his eyes. “Nothing.” He replied, in his emotionless tone. “Hey, you said I could have anything I wanted… right?”  He looked back up at me, then nodded. I grinned, then snickered, “Take me out for some sake.” 

Overall, he took me out to a place where sake was sold. He bought my drinks, and had some for himself. Drinking the stuff was just a huge reminder of Itachi once again, and it was really hard to keep my tears down. But I just tried to keep my mind off of him by talking to his younger brother. Weird, right?

We talked about Orochimaru, and how annoying Kabuto was. I laughed, and he periodically chuckled. I found out that Sasuke was a hard drinker, because he had plenty more alcohol than I had, and he’s not showing any signs of being tipsy. Me, on the other hand, feel like I’m going to fall over any second. He kept grinning at me because of how stupid I’m sure I looked, and I kept laughing because of how the alcohol felt throughout my body.

After a while, we checked into yet another hotel, which again had only one bed. And I know what your thinking, ‘Holy shit, shit’s about to go down.’ Correct you are, my humble readers. I woke up that morning, slumped over Sasuke’s bear chest, finding mine was bare as well. I nearly screamed as I realized what must of happened, and I fell backwards off the bed. I quickly stumbled over the sheets over the floor, and found my shirt and quickly got threw it on. My heart was beating really fast, and I swear I was hypervenalating. What in the hell have I done?

I walked over to Sasuke, but couldn’t help but stare at his little six pack. I mentally slapped myself, then lightly hit Sasuke on the head. He didn’t move, so I hit him a little harder. Still, nothing. I was about to really slap him, but his hand shot up and pulled me close to him. “What are you doing?” He whispered. “Better question: What were we thinking?!?” I nearly yelled. Then, surprisingly, he started laughing. Like, hard. I’ve never seen him laugh like that before. 

“What?! What’s so funny!?” He managed to control himself, and he chuckled, “You think we… fucked last night?” “Uh, well, since we woke up both shirtless, I was kind of coming to that conclusion…” I said, confused. He laughed again, then shouted, “No! Ha, we didn’t do that. We just made out, that’s all.” A huge sigh of relief was about to come out of my mouth, but then was caught in my throat. “Wait, I actually… kissed you?” I whispered in shock. He just laughed at me again. 

I rolled my eyes. “I’m serious!” I shouted, “What if something happened from that! What if… we actually did..-” “And why is that such a bad thing?” He smirked. I gulped, then replied, “because I know it’s going to be hell explaining it to your brother.” His head snapped towards me, and he growled, “Don’t call him my brother. And besides, who says your ever going to see him again anyway?” Even though, with all my heart I wanted to punch his lights out, he had a point.

I might not even see that kid again. I mean, I love Itachi. Not like that, but, he was one of the best friends I ever had. If I had a chance to go back and stay with him, I probably would take it. I looked at the boy in front of me, who resembled his brother so well, and smiled. He gave a confused look, so I explained, “Oh, don’t worry. I’m going to see him again one day. I’m not sure if it’s his grave I’m going to see, but no matter what, I’m going to see him.” Sasuke gazed at me, then replied softly, “It’s going to be his grave. Make sure of that.” 

At this point, I couldn’t control my anger anymore. I launched myself at him, but he caught my fist and twisted my arm. I yelped in pain as it turned to where It couldn’t anymore, and he pushed me back. I gasped and held my arm, looking at him  with a fierce scowl. “Oh, come on baby.” He whispered as he got up. “Can you at least try and act like you love me?” I pushed him back, that scoffed, “How is that even possible? Your just a scrawny little man whore!” He lifted up my chin, then softly touched his lips on mine. He pulled back, then whispered, “You have no idea.”