.A Kiss To Remember.
(Uchihacest/ItaSasu)
+Chapter One+
Full, rosy lips collided roughly with smaller trembling ones. For less then an instant, tongues entangled and gazes locked. But before the seven year old Sasuke had time to react, the kiss was broken and he was left to breathlessly watch the back of his older brother was he disappeared into the distance. His lips still tingled from the kiss and for a brief moment Sasuke considered going after Itachi, but quickly changed his mind upon realizing he was already late for class. As he ran in the direction of the academy, Sasuke asked himself in a small voice
"Why?"
Sure, the two Uchiha brothers were close. They ate together, trained together, sometimes shared a bed and even occasionally bathed together, but, a KISS? //What was Aniki thinking?!// Sasuke wondered as the academy came into view and he began to slow his pace.
Opening the door to the academy, Sasuke couldn't help but remember the poignant expression on his brother's face before he'd kissed Sasuke. In the back of his mind, the younger Uchiha brother planned to ask Itachi exactly what he'd meant by the kiss the moment he returned home. Unfortunately, Sasuke never got the chance. That night, the entire Uchiha clan (with the exception of Sasuke) was murdered. For the second time that day, Sasuke watched on the verge of tears as Itachi disappeared.
Now fifteen, Uchiha Sasuke woke from a dream to find himself shaking and covered in sweat. The memories of the dream still fresh in his mind, Sasuke struggled into a sitting position amongst the tangled sheets. While trying futilely to control his breathing, sasuke look wearily around the dark room, not really expecting anything, but glad none the less to find it empty. In the almost three years he'd been in Otogakure, Sasuke had endured arduous training and learned countless new techniques in order to find and kill the very man whom he'd been dreaming of.
//Not a dream...// As Sasuke reminded himself bitterly those things...that kiss...they'd really happened.
Among the few personal belongings in the small room, sat a calendar. When his gaze finally fell on it, Sasuke nearly cried out upon noticing today's date. It was the anniversary of Itachi's massacring of their clan. It was also the anniversary of that kiss. Even now, years later, sasuke's lips still tingled when he thought about it.
/That must be why I had the dream...// The Uchiha boy mused, wiping the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. That day, years ago, Sasuke had returned home with every intention of confronting Itachi about the kiss, but instead found the whole clan dead, at the hands of that very person. With his entire family killed and his own life threatened, suddenly a kiss seemed so trivial; for the moment, Sasuke had forgotten it completely. It was only later that night, as Sasuke lay barely conscious in the hospital, that the boy dreamed of his brother's tender lips passionately meeting his own. Since then, Sasuke had had the very same dream a total of six times.
The timing of the dreams still confused Sasuke; at first, he had assumed them to be completely random. However, to his recollection, Sasuke had had that dream right before an encounter with Itachi, when he and his partner Kisame were after Naruto, and then again a few nights after that. In fact, while still under the influence of his brother's Mangekyou Sharingan, the kiss had entered his mind countless times. Sometimes Sasuke wondered if that bastard had planned it to be as such.
Shivering at the memory, Sasuke lay back down, willing for the return of sleep. Finally, after about a half an hour he gave up and began dressing himself in his usual attire. As he slipped on his black pants and tied the purple rope loosely around his waist, the Uchiha boy quickly glanced over at the clock, which, to his discontent, read 2:46am.
//Damnit.// Sasuke cursed, sitting back down on the bed. //There's still an hour and fourteen minutes until I need to get up.// And with that, Sasuke sighed and flopped back down on the curiously silky sheets, only to find his thoughts returning to that dream again.
All of a sudden, the doorknob turned and Sasuke sat up violently, half expecting it to be Itachi. Instead, and to his (somewhat) relief, the person peeking in the slightly ajar door was no other than the silver-haired medic, Kabuto. Raising his eyebrows with suspicions, Sasuke watched as the older boy made his way across the room to the small bed.
"It's quite unusual to see you up so early, Sasuke-kun." Kabuto remarked, adjusting his glasses before staring down at the raven-haired boy with mild interest. "Couldn't sleep?"
"I had a bad dream." Sasuke answered, trying to appear as indifferent as possible. However, he instantly regretted saying anything as a smirk formed on Kabuto's face. Scowling, the Uchiha wondered what the medic was looking so pleased about.
"Hmm. It wasn't, by any chance, about Itachi, now was it?" Kabuto asked, his voice full of mock-innocence.
Caught off guard by such a direct question Sasuke blushed slightly and stammered, "H-how did you...?"
Rather than answering this question, Kabuto lowered his gaze for a moment, his eyes staring intently (and for that matter, at something amusing, as his lips curved into a devious smirk) before exiting the room, shutting the door behind him as he left.
Confused, Sasuke angrily wondered what Kabuto had been staring at. Looking down at the area of cloth nearest to his waistline, Sasuke gasped with utter mortification upon realizing just what it was that had caught Kabuto's attention.
"SHIT."