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Face of an Angel

The hospital was almost silent in the dead of night, though all its corridors were as bright as day. Visiting hours were long gone and it was all the wrong time to visit anyone anyway.

It was two in the morning.

Kakashi groaned, tapping down the deserted corridor with his partner Asuma. This is exactly why he hated night shifts. Lowest of scums of the streets tend to turn up around this time of the night giving him work to do.

Urgh…

He glanced down at the file he had been handed by his superior. Damn slave driver.

Apparently a kid had just been found in the alleyway on the bad side of town; all bloodied up. If you ask him, this kid was probably doing drugs or some sort, perhaps got on the bad side of someone and ta-dah…more paper work for him. There isn't much surprise in his line of work when you've been a police officer for close to twenty years.

The stories are always roughly the same. Hence he couldn't understand why the chief hadn't just hand this case to some juniors!

"Hmm...So this kid got what…hypersensitivity to light?" Kakashi murmured, flipping his file as he came to a halt by the patient's door.

"Yeah…but apparently I heard from some nurses that this is a strange one"

"How so? Isn't this hypersensitive crap some sort of genetic condition?"

"Well…"

"I mean I've heard of it, don't tell me the hospital hasn't"

"Of course they have, but that's not the problem" Asuma frowned. "They say that his system is…weird"

"Drugs…heard of that before?" Kakashi said sarcastically, pushing the door open.

It was dark but he could see silhouette of a figure lying in bed.

Kakashi heaves a sigh.

Is he supposed to ask questions in the dark?

He lowered his file, going for the light switch when the kid spoke.

"Don't do that…" A dark voice whispered, halting Kakashi in his motion.

So the kid is awake. Yep. This is going to make asking questions a little more productive. "I don't like asking questions in the dark" Kakashi said.

"And I don't like it bright…I'm sure you've seen the doctor's report"

"Yeah…says you are scared of a little light"

"So…"

"So I suggest you answer my questions nice and fast before you evaporate" Kakashi growled flicking the switch.

White blinding light sprawled over the entire ivory room. Kakashi gasped, stumbling back slightly into Asuma; his eyes widen as he gaze onto the kid lying in bed. He had never seen anything quite like it.

His eyes were pale and fierce, fiery even… like a wolf or a hawk, translucent hazel, as he gaze upon Kakashi. Dark midnight tresses sprawled all over the pristine white sheets and contrasted his fair flawless skin. His features were sharp and narrow, high cheek bones and stunning eyes. A face that surely boasted a aristocratic bloodline.

All in all…he is beautiful. Like a doll…a living, breathing, all too perfect doll; without a single bruise on him.

The kid tilted his skull slightly; midnight bangs trickled over his sharp aristocratic nose as he gave Kakashi a glance that seems like disapproval or perhaps mockery.

"I told you I don't like bright lights" He said.

Kakashi took in a deep breath to steady himself while Asuma seem a little disturb at the sight. Okay…this kid is pale. There is a condition call albinism right?

"Told you he is strange" Asuma hissed.

Okay! That's it!

"Asuma! I'll do this! Just wait outside if it scares you that much!" Kakashi growled; stomping over to the kid he pulled a chair by the wall to seat by the bed.

"Calm down Kakashi…Jeeze" Asuma rolled his eyes and took a seat in the corner.

Right! Let's get this shit done! Kakashi pulled out a voice recorder and place it on the bedside table. He hated taking notes.

"Right kid…you answer me before you evaporate"

"…"

"Now…Name? And speak up. I want it recorded"

"Uchiha Itachi" Itachi answered.

"Age?"

At that Itachi smile. "How old do I look to you officer?"

"Answer the damn question" Kakashi growled.

"About three hundred years old, give or take a couple of decades then" Itachi shrugged.

Kakashi tightened his jaws. This kid is trying to be funny? See if he cares!

"Fine! Who beat you up?"

"People…"

"Are you trying to waste my time?" Kakashi snapped, annoyed.

"I'm trying to answer your questions officer...am i not doing that?"

Smart ass!

"Why were you in that alley? At least answer this!" Kakashi spat.

Why the fuck is he assign to take statement from a junkie? And is he really even beaten? There isn't as much as a freaking scratch on his skin!

"…"

"Were you doing drugs?"

"No…not that i'm likely to tell you if i were..."

"Prostituting?"

"No…"

"Then what!"

"Feeding"

Kakashi crooked his brows. Right. You've got to at least give this kid a prize for creativity no matter how ridiculous the blatant lie is.

"Feeding?"

Itachi nodded; glancing over to the recorder. "On people"

Kakashi blinked. Is this kid admitting to…cannibalism?

"Do you want to hear my confession officer? My story?" Itach asked suddenly.

"Confession to what?"

"Murders, robbery…betrayal, abuse…basically my life...that's littered with death and killings?"

Kakashi was at a loss of words. Is this kid still high? Or did he just nail the big one?

"Kid…you are aware that what you say can and will be use against you in the co-"

"Frankly I don't care for your laws" Itachi rasped. "I am above your laws"

Kakashi lay back in his chair, his brows high on his forehead. Such arrogance. A possible psychopath. Interesting…

"So how many murders?" He ask.

"Countless…"

"…"

"But that isn't what I want to tell you…Oh I will tell you about all those murders that you wish to hear…" Itachi snuggled a little lower beneath his blanket as he lifted his gaze upon Kakahi. "But I also wish to tell you about me…my life… so that you will understand why I cannot be charge"

Kakashi snorted. Oh this is going to be another sob story of abuse isn't it? Broken family…Abusive alcoholic father that did drugs…What else hadn't he heard of?

But hell, if he could have all those murder confessions and more, sitting there and listening to another boring story won't be that bad.

"Tell me…" Kakashi made himself comfortable on the chair. This is going to be a long night.

Itachi beamed.

"Ah excellent! But where do I start? I suppose from the very beginning would be a good place ne?"

"Hn…"

"You ask for my exact age…I can't tell it to you because I really don't remember it. I do not know my real birthday because I was abandon on the street before I could remember. I beg on the streets for money, scurry the back dirt alley for food.

I have nothing.

I don't remember the year exactly but it was during the Victorian ages when the rich, the monarch, the nobles and aristocrats could literally bath in tubs of gold and the poor were so deprived that they had to eat even rats to survive.

I did at least...

I was about seventeen when I met him. A boy who looked no older than thirteen, or perhaps fourteen at most.

He is the most remarkable being I have ever seen. He was a gift…and a terrible curse.

I may have forgotten many things of the night I met him, but I will never forget the dreadful cold and pain.

A cold that was burn into the very fabric of my soul.

It was a terrible winter that year.

My fingers were bleeding, their skin peeled painfully as the cold ate my dying flesh away. They look a terrible color as if decaying flesh still stuck to my bleeding palms. I couldn't even bend them without wanting to cry out in pain.

I was clad in nothing more than a thin tattered layer of long sleeve shirt I found lying in the dumpster a few weeks ago and a pair of dirty shorts. My shoes were torn and my hands were bear to the brutal wind.

My lips shook, bleed; my ears were pained to numbness and not even my thick clumps of messy tresses that dangle all over my bony body cold protect them.

I huddled in the narrow alley on my knees between two shops, trying to hide from the cold; trying to give myself some shelter from the ruthless onslaught of icy breeze that freezes me to the very bone marrow.

The streets were already covered in a delicate blanket of ivory snow. Roofs of shops were white too and warm smokes were puffing from their little brick chimney. I could still remember carriages of many shapes running up and down the little street, with their tiny lamps dangling over them; shops then, were littered in gifts and candy bars on their display windows while kids dragged their wealthy parents to see them.

Those beautiful little shops, oh how I longed to be in them. I couldn't afford a thing I know. But I just wanted the warmth; I just wanted to savor in the fragrance that sends warmth to my aching growling stomach.

I knelt close to the entrance of the alley, begging for pennies and dimes while the delicious scent of roasted chestnut filled my aching lungs.

'Sir…please… please help me…' I begged, holding up my disgusting withering hand.

I just wanted a couple of pennies so I could eat some dry buns. No one cared of course.

Some kicked me to the ground

'You stink!' 'Get off the street! You are unsightly!' Those were the usual curses.

Every now and then, I'd glance over the road where they roasted chestnuts.

I hoped, I prayed all the time for some innocent children to be careless and perhaps dropped a couple on the ground in their excitement to eat them. Then when they had left, I could go pick them.

Then I saw him. I knew him before I even met him.

Sasuke…

I've often heard the noble girls giggle and talked about him. They love him. They find him charismatic, beautiful, rich and brilliant. He came walking down the street towards my way in his expensive leather booths after getting some chestnuts.

And I didn't know what I was expecting. Perhaps I hoped a little of his kindness towards the girls that adored him could be directed to me, so I called to him when he was close.

'Sir! Please…please help me sir! Please!' I whispered, keeping my gaze low.

The aristocrats didn't like it when I look at them. It was as if an insult.

Shockingly he stopped right by me.

I could feel my heart pound so hard it was beating against my frail chest, my guts twist and I dared not look up in terror of what I may see.

No one ever stopped for me before. The kind ones simply dropped a couple of change in their pocket on the ground for me to pick. They never stop!

Those that did kicked me and curse me.

Oh Christ! Have I begged for another beating?

'You must be hungry' He said suddenly.

I was so shock that he would even speak to me that I couldn't help it but lift my curious gaze upon his features. I gasped, snapping my eyes back to the ground immediately.

He was…unlike any child or man I have ever seen.

With just a glance I felt fear unlike any other crept through me; it was a cold sort of fear that came from the very core of my being and this fear, it seeped deeper than my very bone marrow. It was as if my soul was screaming, shrieking, 'not the face of human' to me.

I cannot explain why I reacted that way then when i knew nothing of him but the lovely things the noble girls always say about him. But I did.

Oh do not get me wrong. He isn't hideous like a monster.

But beautiful, like an angel.

A fallen angel. A cherub forsaken by God, cursed to walk among mortals.

His short spiky locks were darker than the darkest night; his eyes, were translucent hazel as if someone had ran out of ink when they painted those stunning gems upon that angelic face, but it glowed, like a slow burning amber.

His skin was fair and smooth, his features…simply lovely.

He had Slavic high cheek bones, a narrow aristocratic nose and he was clad in the most luxurious clothes in those days. Shorts as fashion decree for boys his age and dark navy coat decorated with layers of frails about his chest and wrist.

An angel. "Do you want me to feed you?" He asked.

I couldn't understand his intention and I didn't know what to say. No one had asked me such a question before.

'Answer me!' He commanded.

'Yes sir!' I let on.

I could feel him smirk at me, and I did not doubt that he was looking at me with the same scornful, disgusted eyes as everyone else did. I said nothing

'You really have no pride do you?' He mocked.

I kept my gaze low. Then a single chestnut fell onto the ground in front of me like a gift from God.

My eyes widen, my trembling fingers immediately scamper and flew for it. I could just almost imagine it on my lips. Oh the sweet warmness of it.

The moment I touch it, a hard booth stomp on my aching fingers with enough force to snap every one of them.

Pain!

Excruciating pain exploded over my digits and ripped up my entire arm.

I screamed. I struggled. I tried to pries my poor fingers from those hard booths. I cried and begged, my other hand grabbing the expensive leather pleadingly. I wasn't above weeping even.

'Please! Please sir! I never meant to anger you! Please! I'm sorry!' I wept hard as I shove against the cruel foot uselessly.

'I never said you could take it with your disgusting fingers' He muttered coldly.

'I'm sorry! I'm sorry!'

He crushed my fingers even more, putting more weight and grinding them brutally against the solid ground.

I cried out in agonizing pain. I cried and screamed for help, begged for mercy, but who would hear the voice of a beggar?

I was shaking all over from the brutal cold and unbearable torment. My mind was going blank in agony even as I pleaded.

'Please sir!'

'You are truly pathetic' He released me at last.

Scarlet of my dirty blood had stained the purity of ivory snow.

I let out a strangled cry and pulled my bleeding fingers close to my chest. I cradled it. I wept, trying to move them.

Another chestnut fell onto the ground again as if nothing had ever happened.

I lifted my gaze nervously.

I don't understand! Why? Why is this angle tormenting me? What had I ever done?

'Use your mouth dog...' He smirked, looming over me. 'Stray dogs don't have hands do they?'

I shook my head.

This boy was playing me. He was mocking me. Making a toy out of me. But I felt no anger towards him, nor did I have the ability still to feel anger towards anyone after so many years of pain and mockery.

If being a toy for a few moments would fill my aching stomach, I would do it.

'Go on. Or is this food not satisfying?' He challenged.

I look down on the little brown chestnut in the snow and bend down to it.

I open my bleeding lips; scrap it against the snow as coldness stung my gaping wounds. I gasped. I could feel coldness against the tip of my nose and smell the musky scent of dirt beneath this white purity.

I caught the little thing between my painful lips and use my tongue to guide it pass my mouth.

The first bite was heaven.

I could have moan in delight at the bittersweet taste that melted on my tongue. I bit it slowly, wanting to savor it. Wanting to savor every taste of it.

Soon, the next one drop.

I did the same with it.

And the next, and the next, like falling petals of withering flowers.

I didn't mind bending over and feeding off his feet like a dog he made me out to be.

I had never tasted such mouth-watering food in my life! Freshly roasted and warm.

He dropped about twenty of them, some he threw about five to six feet away so that I have to crawl to amuse him.

I knew he didn't want me on my feet and I didn't want to anger the one that was feeding me. And so, I crawled on my aching knees; the blood of my numb, decaying fingers, staining a messy trail on white as I force myself to put one burning hand in front of another, and one knee in front of another.

'Good boy…this is the last one' He said, holding one up above my head when I had crawled back from his latest throw.

I looked up and he lowered it.

'Sir?'

He didn't drop it on the ground this time.

'Eat it' He moved his white lustrous palm closer to me.

I obediently open my mouth again and lean forward, enveloping the little chestnut with my cracked lips, I took them.

I could feel then, his cold slender finger brushed my dirty cheek as I chew it, then those same fingers trace over my bleeding lips as it retreats. And for a moment, I felt gentleness and even tenderness in the softness of that caress like I had never felt before.

'That is all…' He whispered.

I nodded.

'Thank you sir…Thank you so much!' I meant every word I said. No one had fed me before.

His fingers came again to catch my chin, tilting my features up to his. I gasped, I couldn't help turn away because his face was not human.

I didn't deserve to look at the face of an angel!

This upset him.

'Look at me! I just fed you!' He shouted; his fingers tightened on my chin to sharp painfulness as he roughly turns me back.

My heart hammered in fear again but I have no choice.

There was nothing to read on his lovely features. It betrayed nothing.

'Sir…I don-'

'Your name' He commanded.

Yes, that is another thing about Sasuke. He commands, never ask.

'I don't have one' I didn't. I was an abandon child on the streets of Konoha for as long as I could remember.

Sasuke shrugged.

'Itachi then' He said simply.

'Sir? Itachi?'

'I give you a name…your name is Itachi' He released my aching chin roughly.

Itachi…

A weasel. An animal of bad omen. An animal of death and destruction.

I didn't know why he would give me such a bitter name. Perhaps it was because of his hatred towards people that he wished them to suffer, perhaps he just wanted to see if superstitious were true and I would bring death, that perhaps a name would create that being, or perhaps he hoped I would bring destruction because he takes pleasures in them…I don't know.

And frankly, I didn't care.

I have a name!

'Itachi…' I tested the name on my tongue.

He bends down a little; puts his hands beneath my arms, and lifted me to my knees. His eyes were so intense, so fierce it sends paralytic shivers racking through me.

'Itachi…' He whispered it like a lovers vow, and kissed my dirty cheek with the velvet softness of his lips. His dark bangs caress the tip of my nose.

I was shock, but I welcomed it. I close my eyes and felt him pull back.

'I name you, so I own you…' He pressed another kiss with dainty hunger to my inner ear. 'As for now…have eyes only for me, your master' He husked before leaving me to a street of shocked eyes.

An aristocrat just kissed a filthy vagabond. No one could believe it.

Anyway, I didn't understand what his words meant then. I instead wondered if he would feed me again, I wondered a lot about him. The first being that had ever showed me kindness, even if he did almost break my fingers and played me like a toy.

He fed me for many times to come, but in roughly similar manner and I only ever see him after dark.

Sometimes he would sit outside a little café and have me by his feet while he wastefully tips his food on the ground for me to lick, much to everyone's disgust at such waste. Sometimes he wanted me to lick it from his booths and sometimes he wanted me to crawl or eat it off his palm. Sometimes he wanted me naked even.

He wanted me to act a dog and I did.

I have no pride, I could feel no humiliation nor did I have the ability for shame. These emotions have no survival value to me. I am just glad that I could provide him sick twisted entertainment that pleases him.

'You are getting fat' He said one day, when he ordered me to lie on my back in the snow in a deserted alleyway.

I lay back, trembling all over from the cold that bit my back as he shift to lay atop me, either knees by my side, his skull on my chest.

'Master…?'

'I don't like it when you get fat' He slips his cold slender fingers beneath my dirty clothes to touch my slightly swell tummy filled with food he just fed me; he caress it.

I shivered from the gently touch, but I dared not move in fear.

I tell you this now; though I'm happy that he feeds me, but I feared him.

Sasuke is not the angel he presents himself to the world. He is a devil in the form of an innocent child!

I never minded his humiliating orders, but it is his pleasure in the suffering of others that terrifies me. He could feed me one moment and become violent the next and he'd laugh in my suffering when I cried out to him to stop.

It was as if he wanted to know what would happen if he did this or that. Like a child that buries a cat alive and said 'I just wanted to know if it really did have nine lives' when caught.

He is twisted I tell you! Twisted through mortal eyes that is.

'You've been eating lots these days haven't you?' He muttered.

'Because master, you are kind and generous to me' I smiled.

'I don't like you getting fat! It's hideous! You would look like a fatten tick!'

'I won't' I reassured him.

Yes, he didn't like me getting fat, though that was hardly a worry. I didn't have that much food.

But the reason why he didn't and thought I would look ugly was because he was curious one day and thought he would like to see how I look with a little tummy. He forced so much water down my throat that I thought he meant to kill me!

He didn't care that I beg when he forced a hose down my gagging mouth and turned the tap on. He filled me up and it hurt me!

I screamed and begged, gagging, my weak fingers couldn't push him away. He stopped just when I was going to throw up and that my stomach had stretched so painfully to its limits that anymore I would surely burst.

He thought that he didn't like me looking rounded after all.

Thank God!

I threw up in front of him the moment he turned the hose off and pulled it from my gagging lips.

'I won't get fat' I said again when he didn't look please or convince.

He shrugged.

'Maybe you won't if you work for your food instead of just waiting around'

'I have no skill'

'Is that all you have to say?' He frowned, removing his slender fingers from my tummy he sat up, straddling me. His fierce eyes gazing at my dirty face sternly.

'I don't lie master...'

'Simply saying you have no skill isn't enough! I hate a person who puts their life at the mercy of others! It's pathetic! So listen! I won't feed you much anymore, but I'll give you a little advice to follow'

'What is it?'

'If you are hungry, eat…if you have no food or money, steal…if you hate someone, kill'

I blink at the advice. It was the first time I had ever heard such a thing.

Kill and steal to live? Are these the words of a noble? Such selfish words…it's as if you only live for yourself.

And now that I know Sasuke well, I know that's exactly how he lived.

'And one more…my fool…' He continued, lifting his fingers to touch my filthy features. He brushed my jaw, my lips, my cheeks, tracing over the edge of my almond eyes.

'Master…?'

'You have looks…use it, manipulate people to your favor and you will rise from these dirty streets'

I shook my head, unbelieving at the vile I am hearing. Prostitution?

'It's wrong! A whore is dirty!' I said before I could stop myself.

'Why? Why do you think that?' He asked innocently, tilting his lovely skull to the side. His obsidian bangs trickled lightly over his narrow nose and lightly brush his lustrous lips. 'Why shouldn't you use the gift that you have? Dirty or clean jobs? There is no such thing…just human pride…' His thumb stroked my dirty cheeks.

I didn't know what to say. He made it sound alright. He made the worst things sound alright.

'Come with me…and this time on your feet'

Sasuke rose to his feet and walked down the alley in liquid motion. I scrambled to follow him with my feet for the first time.

We came to the opening of the alley where people walked. The shops were as beautiful as it had ever been, decorated with Christmas lightings and gifts of all shapes and colors.

Christmas was coming.

I turned my gaze to him and realized for the first time that he was about a head shorter than me.

He sweeps his gaze about as if looking for someone for a moment before a sinister smile tugged on his lips. I shifted uneasily; it was never a good thing when he smiles with such joy and pleasure.

'That one' He lifted his long slender finger and pointed to a man in ebony trench coat across the street. 'Do you see him?'

I look; I see him, but not his face. He was bended over; examining some products he wanted from the bookstand

'Yes master'

'He keeps a little pouch of money in his left pocket, go take it'

'What? No!' I cried in shock.

I won't steal! Did this boy not know the punishment for stealing?

The police would beat me and break every one of my fingers! Perhaps even my arms!

'Go do it!' He ordered, snapping his cold fierce eyes at me.

'No!'

'Do it!'

'I won't!'

He tightened his jaws as flash of vicious anger rose in the very depths of his cruel eyes. And before I knew it I was brutally grabbed, lifted off my feet and thrown back hard against the brick wall.

I crashed my aching back and skull on solid and fell like a rag doll on the earth.

My back, my skull ached!

Fire burned over every bit of my abuse skin as I whimpered in pain, pushing myself up by my weak elbows with icy snow biting into my skin.

I could feel dampness trickling down the side of my throbbing skull. I was bleeding.

'Don't ever defy me…' Sasuke whispered dangerously as he came to kneel before me.

He lifted his fingers to touch my bruise cheek and stroke me with his thumb as if a mother soothing her weeping child even as I trembled in terror.

This was perhaps the first proof to me that he is not human; for no human child could have the strength to lift and throw a man the way he did! He terrifies me more than ever before!

'Look at me' He ordered.

I whimpered, daring myself to lift my gaze to him.

'Now…Go do it for me' He said without even an ounce of concern in his voice.

'Why…?'

'Because you are my fool...' He smiled. 'Also…I will give you a gold coin should you fail, but if you succeed; you can keep whatever that is in that pouch'

He sounded persuasive, and even if he didn't, I would have agreed anyway. I was terrified of this monstrous child!

So I agreed and he did the most shocking thing.

He leans forward, took my dirty features between the soft palms of his cold hands and ran his wet tongue up my jaw line to my temple; cleaning away the blood that trickled.

My eyes were wide in horror; my muscle tensed even as I shivered at the ticklish tongue.

'Hush…' His fingers lovingly pushed my messy locks away from my grimy face, never pulling a strand of it, and I then felt him press his lips against the wound of my temple and started suckling tenderly.

Fresh pain throbbed dully.

'Mas-ter?'

My heart was about to burst in alarm as I resisted the urge to shove him a away. By the flames of hell what demon is this boy?

'There now…' He hushed, pulling back slightly he brushed my painful cheek with the back of his slender fingers. 'Now go…'

I did. I snuck over to the other side. My heart pumped, my mind screaming warning at me as my hands trembled so badly I couldn't control them.

I just wanted it all to be over!

I kept thinking 'it'll be alright'. That this man wouldn't suffer even if he lost a few pounds.

I put my shaky hands into his pocket while he was looking at some books. The moment I felt the pouch, my heart jerk in joy and I immediately close my fingers around it before all went downhill.

Large painful fingers immediately came to grab my bony wrist in a pincher like grip and yanked it out of the pocket.

The man caught me!

I looked up in paralytic shock at the face of the man. And I remembered it till this day because of the fear that racked through my entire being at that moment.

He was Ibiki

I had been caught trying to steal from a police chief!

'You brat!' He roared.

Fear, horror, terror…feelings I could barely put in words tore through me like a living flame.

'No! Please! I didn't mean it!' I cried and struggled, trying to yank my numb hands free from his steel ones.

'You are coming with me!'

'No please!'

'Brat!'

He punched me so hard that for a moment I didn't know what was happening.

I stumbled.

'I will teach you a lesson!'

I shook my head wildly in horror. I threw myself on the ground as he dragged me and kicked my ribs. I coughed, pain burst through me like fire!

More policemen came, more painful fingers were on me, pulling, hauling me!

'Don't do this! Please! I won't do it again!' I begged, grovel and kick for all it was worth as I was shoved brutally to the ground and my arms brutally twisted to my back.

'Come brat! Don't make it worst!'

'No!' I swept my terrified gaze over to where Sasuke was and saw him laughing, shaking his head in amusement as I struggled and wrestled on the dirt and snow, with all the nodding, whispering heads around me.

And perhaps for the first time in so long, I felt rage towards him.

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