Drabbles
Itachi sighed and rubbed his throbbing temple. "Slow down, Sasuke. Onii-chan doesn't understand what you're saying."
Sasuke wailed, "Aniki! Naruto- he- he…" Sasuke hiccupped quietly before wiping away his tears and took a big breath.
"What about Naruto?" asked Itachi softly, praying to the all the Kami-samas above that his otouto-chan would calm down and stop crying on his third shirt. The other two were in the laundry, soaked with otouto-chan's tears. And it seemed as if this one was going to join them soon.
"DAIKIRAI!" yelled Sasuke.
"Eh?" said Itachi blankly.
Sasuke whimpered, "He said that I would be his rival now because he likes Haruno and apparently Haruno like me!"
Itachi stared. Love problems at their age? He could feel his headache mutate into a monster migraine. They were like what, five years old?
"And he also said that he hates me now!" wailed Sasuke, bursting into tears again.
Suddenly Sasuke's water works dried up, for which Itachi was immensely grateful. He had to change his shirt yet again.
"Onii-chan is sorry for-"
Sasuke cut Itachi off. "No, no, no," stated Sasuke firmly. "I will win back Naruto no matter what!"
Itachi blinked.
"And that Haruno bitch can go to hell!"
"Language!" Itachi gasped, and then added thoughtfully. "Sasuke, Onii-chan is ashamed of you."
Itachi poked Otouto-chan in the forehead with his finger. "Where did all of your lessons of torture go?"
Sasuke's dark eyes lit up before throwing himself onto Itachi in a hug. "Aniki is the best! Coming after Naruto!"
Itachi ruffled his Otouto-chan's soft hair fondly. "That's right, why don't we go and brew up plans to get rid of pink rabid fangirls that stole Naruto-chan's heart without any evidence pointing our way?."
Sasuke beamed up at Itachi. "I know! I know!" He whipped out a scroll and brush and began scribbling away. "We can lure her into…"
The two brothers walked away, talking as if planning the murder of a fangirl were a common occurrence to those who stole their heart's affection.