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about: Diagnosed with a deadly illness, Sasuke sets out to capture his last days of summer.

notes: Uses more of a road to ninja sasuke, mostly drabbles. pretty fluffy.

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i. the time i got sick.

"You need to drink more water."

Sasuke laughs, his legs dangling from the exam room table. He looks at his socks, wishing he'd taken out the blue pair and not the yellow.

It was kind of dumb, really, worrying about his choice of socks at fourteen years of age. But that was what Sasuke was all about, presentation. The teen made sure to never leave his home without some kind of smile, combed hair, and his lucky bracelet.

"I drink water."

"Not enough." sighs the doctor. She looks over her clipboard. "Your urine is pretty dark."

The raven scrunches up his nose at the remark. Pee color wasn't really something anyone actually worried about, unless it was red.

"And?" he cocks an eyebrow, half-smirking.

Tsunade rolls her whiskey eyes, red-glossed lips turning up at the corner. "Yellow. Or clear, okay? Just one water bottle a day, at least three or four a week, promise?"

Sasuke nods. "Can I go now, doc?"

"One more thing. Your mother tells me that you've been getting sick a lot lately."

"It's flu season."

"It's allergy season, and she says you've vomited blood more than once." The blonde tells him, in a voice that says 'don't-you-deny-it'.

He can't help but confess. "She's right...but it's no big deal. I'm surprised that I haven't coughed up a lung yet with all the hacking." his shiny black eyes crinkle at the corners with his smile.

"It worries me." says Tsunade. "I'm going to take a blood sample."

Sasuke pales beyond his usual alabaster complexion. Needles weren't something he was fond of, and besides, doctor's offices made him uneasy. He crosses his arms, lips slightly pouting . "Do we have to?"

The doctor nods, motioning for him to get off the table. When Sasuke does, the paper crumples then tears. He always hated when that happened. The raven slips on his red Vans (his favorites) and walk out the plain white door.

The procedure itself was quick, to the relief of Sasuke. He tried his best to not concentrate on the thick silver needle penetrating the thin skin on the inside of his elbow. Seeing the blood travel through the tube into the vial was somewhat fascinating to him, as he realized that must've been how it travels through the body.

One Band-Aid covered with yellow polka-dots and a lime flavored sucker later, Sasuke walks into the waiting room where his mother is waiting. She has a magazine open, the kind for moms, and is looking at a photo of a baby. She's smiling softly, her eyes glittery.

"Oh!" she says when she sees her youngest son. "How did it go?"

"Fine." Sasuke replies. They walk out together, discussing whether or not they should go to Burger King.

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The results come a week later. Tsunade makes the effort to call the Uchiha family herself, and when Mikoto hears the news, she cries. Her thin hand grips the phone so tightly, her knuckles go white, and she falls on her knees.

Itachi is the first to hear her fall. From his position on his bed, he sits up quickly, rushing out of his room to the kitchen. He sees his mom crying histerically on the linoleum. Helping her up with his strong hands, Itachi asks what happened to make her so upset. Mikoto shakes her head, dreading the news she has to tell him.

Sasuke has cancer.

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notes: i'm trying out a different writing style for this. it's unlike other stuff i've written so far, but it would be nice to know how i did.

thanks for reading, please review!