Fugaku lets Sasuke fall down to his kneels on dark, rainy street.

His scrawny, fragile body is black and blue. Silky, dark hair are gory and sticky from sweat and semen. He’s trembling. He tried to hide his bareness with his ripped, wet clothes.

“You worthless little whore…”

Fugaku clutches Sasuke’s wrist and forces Sasuke to look at him.

He slaps Sasuke’s face. Sasuke’s head flop down his shoulder as a broken marionette. He spits blood in his throat and cries.

”Stop crying! You deserve it, you worthless slut - you’re shame for all of us”

Sasuke knows very well that he should look angry as he expected, spit blood in his face and swallow his tears - anything - but he could only tremble and let him lick tears in his cheeks.

He slaps his face again; his dark, silky curl flowed along his face, cheeks and lips. His pretty dolls face look almost too innocent to stand. He falls on the street and just lay on there like butterfly with wings tear out.

”Get up and look at me!”

Sasuke tried to slowly stand up, but fall again down his kneels.

Fugaku’s hand sticks on his hair.

Fugaku wondered how they could be still so soft and silky even they’re sticky from semen and clotted blood when they flown through Fugaku’s fingers.

”Please… Why don’t you just kill me? Can’t you just kill me?”

”You will die here, but not yet. Not yet. Choke your shame, slut”

Fugaku’s fingers suffocate Sasuke’s screaming, his breathe and forced him vomited his tears. His skin trembles and burns. So wet - with tears, sweat and his clear, tender blood.

Sasuke start to beg in his mind that he would die quickly even he knew that he doesn’t want to kill him - not yet as he said. His hands stick on his throat, and Sasuke didn’t even try to struggle against him. He knew that he would let go - just before he would die suffocate. He always let go, wait that his breathing turned back to normal before his fingers stick again his throat.

He closed his eyes for a while; try to turns his face, but Fugaku forces Sasuke look at him.

Pretty and hurt.

He let go again. Sasuke tries to breathe, touches bruises in his neck and wish his breathing would never be back to normal. But it did - and Fugaku’s hands stick again his throat.

Sasuke cries. Then - first time in his life - he loses his conscious.

Fugaku wakes him.

Sasuke tries clench his shaking hands fist and stop thinking about the pain he know he soon feels.

Sasuke knows that he only lies himself, when Fugaku claps him to his chest an touches him all over.

Suddenly hate Sasuke feels overweight all that shame and sorrow. He lets his hatred control him, turn his breath fragmentary and made black eyes blacker, sticks on it, like he would drown, because he is boy who had to hate, because it was the only way he knew he was exist.

Fugaku sees his eyes that feeble, wounded creature’s hatred; touches his face - his trembling, white skin and laughs.

“Don’t look me that way, little Sasuke. You know that I would never hurt you, don’t you? You’re just so pretty when you tremble and cry. It’s like watching snake die…”

“Why are you doing this? Why don’t you just kill me?”

Sasuke’s voice trembling - as a hatred.

“Why would I kill you, when it’s much more enjoyable to see you like this?”

His semen flown along Sasuke’s skinny, white legs, Sasuke closes his eyes and feels tears and sweat blend with warm blood and semen. He feels himself terribly fragile and helpless - and he hates that feeling. He knows that it doesn’t matter how much he hates it, but he still can’t do anything about it. So helpless like he said. So pretty.

I don’t want to be pretty, he wanted to scream.

Fugaku let go Sasuke’s hold and lets him fall down with other black-haired man’s arms.

“Keep your own, he’s all yours”

White, cold hands touches him - his clavicle, his face, his lips - fingers stick on his hands, his hair, wind around his waist and Sasuke tries to stay conscious and not to remember.

But Sasuke know he does. Always does.

Clotted blood in Sasuke’s hands. Not his own blood.

She didn’t keep her promise.

She lied. Hate her - do not grieve, just hate. She lied.

Sasuke loses his conscious again and they wake him again just to see he vomited his own blood and loses his conscious again.

“Let’s finish him off now…”

Last thing Sasuke saw was that sword fasten on to against his father sword.

“If anyone of you touches him, I’ll kill you all.”

Then everything went black as his pretty dark eyes closed again.

“Itachi… what a surprise.”

Shisui lick blood in his fingers and does not look at Itachi.

“You know that this isn’t my blood, don’t you?”

Itachi throws knife in Shisui’s hand.

“Oh no, my friend, it is your blood”

Shisui turns his face and laughs.

He detach knife in his hand.

“Clever, my friend. Very clever. Still, your brother’s blood is much more tender than mine…”

“You really have no interested to save yourself, don’t you?”

“Not really. ”

“Good for you, because you will die tonight.”

“I like it, that you’re still so honest me. Even I’m terrible evil rapist and lied to you.

I really appreciate it. So kind to you.”

Shisui stands up slowly and looks Itachi pityingly.

“So, what you’re waiting for?”

Itachi looked Shisui a while.

“Why you did it?”

Shisui laughs.

“Just for curiosity, my dear. I wanted to know would you really kill me if I’d do it - could you really kill your one-time friend? Show me you can. Let me feel it.”

“You did all that just for curiosity?!”

“Yeah. And - I have to say, I enjoyed it. Your little brother is so pretty, when he cries. What? Why’s so long face - don’t tell me you really care about him…”

Shisui picked one water-lily and turned it over in his fingers.

“I mean - hell… Our very own cold Itachi really cares someone? Don’t make me laugh.”

Shisui kept silence for a while and enjoyed Itachi’s reaction before he continued.

“You still refuses to understand… - you can’t save your beloved brother even you’d kill me now. You know what happens those, who loses their virginity too early.

They not just kill him - he’s so pretty that they’ll surely gives him something better…Think about it - twenty men, maybe more, touching his trembling skin, lick his tears, ripped his clothes.. He’ll surely dies pretty way.”

Itachi throws knife in Shisui’s neck. Clotted blood flown along Shisui’s lips and he fall down. Itachi stay completely vacant and came little closer to Shisui.

He looked like a dead.

Itachi tried his pulse - Shisui’s fingers stick on his wrist. He opened his eyes.

“Bastard. I won’t die so easily”, he whispered.

He let go Itachi’s wrist and tried to stand up slowly. He fall down his kneels and he had to recline against one tree that he wouldn’t fall down. If breathing or speaking hurt - which without no doubt hurts - Shisui did not let Itachi noticed it.

There wasn’t real sorrow or real joy in Itachi’s face.

He took the water-lily on the lawn and looked at it - or pretends so.

Shisui look straight to Itachi.

Itachi crushed the water-lily on his hand and turns his face on Shisui.

“Your life is now my hands”, he said calmly and came little closer to Shisui

“You’re helpless now. I could do you whatever I want. You could scream as much as you want, but there is no anyone, who would hear it”

Shisui spits blood in Itachi‘s face.

“If you think I’m going to beg you mercy, you’re totally wrong. Guess what? I’m not regretting anything. I would do it again anytime. It’s just pity that virginity could steal only once. So, now you can do your daily welfare labour and finish me off.“

Itachi put his sword against Shisui’s throat and cuts deep.

Shisui’s head flopped down his shoulder. His clothes stained for blood.

Itachi knew without even looking that he was dead. He still sneers.