A/N: Really have no idea where this inspiration is coming from…if it's uncannily similar to any other fanfics, please tell me.
Just a random pre-massacre sort of thing.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
During the day, Sasuke always felt insignificant. Unimportant. Worthless.
He was home today, as were his parents, and brother. He decided to play the piano- he'd been trying very hard to play good enough for his father, and picked out a song he knew quite well. He asked his parents, who had been sitting at the table with his brother, what they'd thought.
"Well, honey, it was…nice," his mother said, a vacant, distracted smile on her face as she continued to read a scroll.
"Yeah…keep practicing. Itachi, why don't you go play?" his father said.
Itachi stood gracefully and impassively and obeyed.
His fingers moved skillfully over the keys, and he played a beautiful and complex piece flawlessly. But there was no passion within him, and he played almost mechanically, as though he were just tying his shoes. His face remained expressionless.
His father was outside, watching Itachi train.
"Otou-san, watch me throw my kunai!" Sasuke said, hoping his father would notice his improvement, as he'd been practicing everyday. His face screwed up in concentration, he threw the kunai, which stuck fairly in the center of the target.
"Very nice Sasuke…" his father said, not taking his eyes off of Itachi.
Itachi pulled several kunai out and, jumping into the air, threw them all at the same time, every single one hitting the target dead center. He looked almost bored; his face and motions containing no emotion whatsoever.
Sasuke was lying quietly in his bed. His parents had gone to bed about an hour before, and he was waiting as patiently as he could.
Soundlessly, the door to his room slid open, and someone crossed over to his bed, sliding in smoothly.
Strong, powerful arms pulled him close. Skilled, graceful hands moved over his body, as his brother covered him with his own. Warm kisses. Whispered words and hot breath at his ear.
"Perfect… you're so perfect, Sasuke…" Itachi's voice filled his head. "So beautiful, so wonderful, so special…"
Normally careful hands on his chest, his stomach, pulling at his shorts, becoming almost frantic in their movement. Eyes so uncharacteristically filled with passion, a face expressing so much emotion.
"I love you Sasuke, I love you so much…"
At night, Sasuke felt special. Important. Loved.
End.
This was written rather quickly. It didn't turn out exactly how I wanted it to, but I don't have time to really go over it. Reviews are always appreciated and loved. :)