A sick Uchiha
Hello everyone X3
theres just a few things I wanna say about my story before I start
. Sasuke is eight years old
. Itachi is fifteen years old
. The Uchiha massacare never or will never take place
. and I apologise if the characters are a bit OOC or If i make spelling or grammar mistakes (my damn computer doesn't have spell check -.- )
well enjoy 3
It was a rainy and miserable day in the village of Konoha. Itachi Uchiha, the child prodigy, was returing home from a lone ANBU mission.
"Damn weather, did it have to rain now" the Uchiha mumbled to himself, as he jumped from one tree to another.
He finally reached the village, he reported to the hokage about his misson, then he began to make his way home. Itachi was so relieved when he reached his house. He was frozen to death and nose was runny.
Great, a cold, just what I needed He thought.
Especially when i have to listen to-
"NIIIIII-SAAAAAN!". Itachis thoughts were cut short when he had heard his younger brother, Sasuke shout and open the door dramatically.
that... Itachi thought again. It wasn't that he thought his brothers affection and attitude towards him, was annoying. He just found his younger siblings high pitched voice quite irratating when his head was pounding from a cold.
"Welcome home, brother!" Sasuke said loudly. Itachi almost flinched at his brothers loud greeting.
"glad *sniff* to be" Itachi replied. He saw the look of corcern then spread across the younger Uchihas face.
"Nii-san, are you okay? you look very pale" asked Sasuke worriedly.
"I'm fine, just a bit of a cold, I think I'll just go get some rest" Itachi said tiredly. He longed for his bed so much, ever since the rain had started, and he finally was getting to it, until his father, Fugaku, had called him.
"Itachi, come here, we need to talk about your mission today" he said sternly.
Itachi lightly sighed and made his way to the kitchen, where his father was located. He sat at the table, trying not to look as tired as he was in front of his dad. Then Sasuke walked in.
"Wheres mom?" he asked curiously, looking around kitchen, almost as if he was waiting for her to pop out of thin air.
"Out shopping" Fugaku replied, not even turning to look at his youngest son.
Sasuke had a book in his hand, he had been reading it for a while now.
"Mind if I sit here and read, I promise I won't speak" he asked queitly, shuffling his feet.
"Fine, but not a word" Fugaku said.
A small smile had appeared on the young ones face, as he took a seat next to his brother.
Fugaku began talking and asking questions about his mission, in which Itachi replied with a "Ya", "No" or "okay", since he could barley pay attention to his father over his newly come migraine.
Fugaku sighed.
"You look tired, go get some rest and we'll talk about it later" his father said rather reluctantly. Sometimes that man truely had a hard time showing affection.
Itachi was so grateful, he wanted to thank him, but just noddded and stood up.
As soon as the young ninja stood up, a wave of dizzyness came over him and something turned in his stomach. Itachi gasped and clenched his stomach. Then suddenly, he had thrown his whole insides up into the kitchen sink next to him.
The two at the table stood up alarmed at what had happened. Itachi turned around and looked groggily at them, but before any of them had a chance to speak. Itachis vision became blurred and the feeling of dizzyness, stronger than ever.
He then fell forward onto the kitchen floor. His brother and father quickly at his side.
"Itachi!"
"Nii-san!"
was all Itachi heard before darkness had taken over him, and he lost conciousness.
Sorry if this chapter was a bit short, I promise to make the next one longer. Thanks for reading, don't forget to review :)