This is a short scene of an AU life.
It was written while listening to September by Daughtry, so I guess that's where the idea really sprung from.
Might add another scene...later...
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. Ever. It sucks, I know.
Cemetery
The sun is warm on his neck. He can feel the rays lull sleepily against his skin as the afternoon fades to early evening. The pages of his book are dim now and he's struggling to read. He presses the book closer until that's all there is. No longer is there a graveyard beyond: a cemetery of so many who share his last name. The two that stand firmest in his memory are obscured by his position, their headstones supporting his back.
In his indulgence, Sasuke hasn't sensed the approaching presence of his brother. Itachi settles precariously on their mother's softly curved tombstone, which is the complement to their father's sharply angled monument. Itachi can feel the heat of the stone through his pant legs and carefully positions his self so Sasuke is situated between his legs. Then, bracing himself, he leans forward and wraps his arms around his brother, holding him tightly to his chest.
"I missed you today." Itachi admits, pressing his nose into the tender nook behind his brother's ear. He can smell the shampoo he had bought for them. He can smell the detergent that took them a week to agree on. Sasuke harrumphs but nonetheless leans into the touch. "Where were you?" Itachi asks.
"Here." Sasuke replies as if it is the most obvious thing in the world. Is it? Itachi wonders. Should he have known his brother would be here instead of wasting his time fearing more tragic ends? His grip almost turns harsh as he entertains his own impotence, but relaxes moments before he can crush his dear brother.
"I should have known." Itachi manages, breathing in greedily the scent of his brother. What if he had lost him, too? What would he do?
Die: he'd probably die.
"I love you." Itachi murmurs passionately. In return, he feels the cool touch of his brother's fingers on his forearms, stroking his human restraints. Itachi eventually removes himself, placing a soft kiss on the crown of his brother's head. He then proceeds to slide from the head stone and to sit beside his brother. From this angle they are face to face and Itachi will forever be shocked, from now and forever, that his brother is his height.
Sasuke, noticing the dubious look, raises his hand. He presses two fingers to the center of Itachi's forehead. Instantly, both break into a round of laughter. Sasuke's book lays neglected by his leg and Itachi grabs Sasuke's hand, encasing the cold digits between his warm hands. Gently, they press their foreheads together and dream of a past that, so distorted by wanting, isn't really their past at all.
"I love you."
"I love you, too."