Broken

Chapter 6: Speechless

Itachi was aroused by the sound of his phone vibrating on the table. Glaring at the moving phone with one eye, he reached over and picked it up from where it was. Flipping it open, he sat up and stared at it.

Hey Ita, its Naruto. Is tht offer still good?

Raising an ebony eyebrow at the slightly blurred words, Itachi grabbed his glasses and put them on. Seeing the words clearly, he was still surprised at the fact that Naruto texted him. He thought he never gave his number to him unless Sasuke did just in case he forgot his phone at the country home.

What is it Naruto? Anywhere u want 2 take Otouto-san and anyone else.

Weasel

Tossing the blanket around his shoulders, Itachi got up from where he fell asleep and walked into the kitchen for something to drink. Opening the refrigerator, he peered in to find nothing but milk, orange juice, sugar free fruit punch that he made last night and leftovers. Grabbing the pitcher of the fruit punch, he set it on the counter then went for his cup that he used that morning. Finding it on the table, the older Uchiha strolled back into the kitchen to fill the glass with ice and juice.

Putting the pitcher back, Itachi walked back into the living room and opened his phone to see a reply from Naruto.

I just want 2 take Sasuke, Hinata and Gaara to the beach for spring break.

Itachi sent a short okay back to him before closing his phone. Staring at the credits of an unknown movie, he caught the sound of the door opening and closing with the sound of shuffling feet. Looking over, his gaze caught sight of his lover as he kicked off his shoes and walked in with his uniform still on.

"Hey Ita." His lover called with a smile but he wasn't smiling.

Casting his gaze to his lap, he knew he had to do something about this. He barely saw his love anymore because of his job. They've tried to go on dates but his boyfriend always got a call from the hospital. He hated it.

"What's wrong?" His lover asked as he sat down next to the Uchiha. Putting his hand to the pale forehead of the Uchiha, he tilted his head. "You don't have a fever so what's up?"

"I think you should pack up and leave." Itachi said softly, wishing he wasn't saying the words but he had to. It didn't feel like they were dating anymore.

"Huh? Are you . . . are you joking Ita?" His love asked in disbelief at the words that came from the pale lips.

"No I'm not. Just get out. Take your crap and get the hell out of my apartment." Itachi said, his gaze still on his covered lap. Pulling the blanket closer, he felt his ex get off the couch and storm around the apartment. He kept all his things in his study so he didn't have to worry about his ex taking anything.

After what seemed like an eternity to the Uchiha, he heard the door slam with a curse but he ignored the words. Closing his eyes, he stared up at the television screen to see another movie coming on - Priest. Grabbing the remote, he turned it to the usual channel he had it on, the news.

As they did the usual by telling the news of the capital, Itachi got up again and got his laptop to find a beach that his brother and friends could stay at for most of the week. Glancing up from the glowing screen, Itachi saw the weather come on before he searched the beaches that could be private. He wasn't afraid to give money out so his brother and family friend could have a moment together. He found one finally and had it booked that same day. Smirking, he printed out the instructions but shrugged. He might as well join them to make sure there were no drugs or alcohol.

It would surprise Sasuke but Itachi lived for that at times. Putting his laptop on the table, he laid his body down again and grabbed his phone. Shaking his head and putting the phone back, he stared at the screen of the television with some hope of finding someone. Closing his eyes once more and taking in the ebony subconscious, he went to sleep to relive the nightmare again.

Itachi wouldn't believe what he heard on the phone. It had to be a joke that someone sick was pulling. Feeling his breathes come in and out as gasps, he shook his head but felt like he wasn't breathing. Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, his ears took in the groan from his lover as he grabbed his nude waist.

"What's wrong?" His lover asked with a smirk as he rubbed the Uchiha's side.

"I just got a call . . . from the police. Sasuke found our parents murdered if their bedroom." Itachi couldn't believe he was actually saying that. The words seemed like acid that could melt his body at that moment of thinking of the word. A million question ran through his mind: who would do something like this? What made that person do it? Was it Madara-oji?

"Then you better go home." His lover said, feeling the warmth of the bare skin his lover had disappear from his touch.

Walking around the room in a hurry, he put on clothes before disappearing into the hallway and to the car. Shaking his head lightly, he wouldn't believe them. When he got into the car and had it started up, he felt the silent tears falling down his face as he buckled up and took off to the house where he was raised.

All the while he wouldn't believe what he heard on the phone. The guy must thought he was funny.

When he arrived, he saw the disbelief on his brother's face but the only person there was Izuna-oji. The man was the only one that carried for them for whom they are besides their mother's siblings and parents. He wanted to push to the room where his parents slept but his knees became weak and he fell to the floor.

"No-no. This isn't happening." Itachi stuttered as he shook his head.

I hope you liked the last two chapters. I made it a little easier to tell which are text messages. Italics are text and with a space in between paragraphs and italic is a flashback/dream. Underline and italic is the band/singer and song