Hello, my lovely readers. A few people asked for me to write more to: A Brother's Love.
So, that's what this is.
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Same stuff as before. Itachi never wronged the parents, he plays the parental figure (Oddly), blah blah blah.
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A Brother's Love
"I love you, too, Sasuke."
The voice still sounded in his ears, though that was almost half a week ago. The small boy shivered, and sat up on his bed. He kicked aside his blankets, and slid off his bed. Rubbing his eyes, he moved over to his desk, and pushed some things around, and finally found his notebook. "Ah hah. Found it."
Little Uchiha Sasuke had been sick for two days now, and Itachi had been making his stay in bed as much as he could possibly stand. And he just so happened to pick the best time to come into the room, bringing his brother a drink of hot chocolate. "Neh? Sasuke, you should be laying down," he scolded the younger boy, who was sitting at his desk, doodling a little picture on a blank page of his notebook.
Sasuke glanced up, and stuck out his lower lip in a cute pout that always helped him weasle his way out of trouble with Itachi. The older sighed, rolling his eyes, and walked over, setting the cup on the desk. He ruffled Sasuke's hair, and peeked over his shoulder. "What'cha drawing, Sasuke?"
Sasuke layed down the pencil, and reached up, grabbing Itachi's arm, and moved his hand, nuzzling against it softly. Itachi smiled. "Feeling any better?"
"A little," Sasuke replied, releasing the other boy's arm. Then, he sighed. "You don't have to be overprotective of me, Nii-san. I am ten, you know," he added, pouting again.
The older boy grinned. "Yeah, yeah." He scooped Sasuke up off the chair, and gave him a soft kiss. "But that doesn't mean you don't have to lay down and get some rest."
"Put me down!" He squirmed around in a weak attempt to get away from Itachi. But he was too tired to give it much of an effort.
"Fine." Itachi dropped the boy on his bed. "Now, work with me. You're lucky I'm not giving you the medicine; I should be..." Sasuke stuck out his tongue in reply, and rolled over, staring stubbornly at the wall. Itachi shook his head, smiling still. He leaned down on the bed, and shifted all his weight down on the matress. The weight on the bed caused Sasuke to roll over again, leaning against Itachi. He peered up into those soft red eyes, and turned his head.
"Hnph."
"Oh, quit it already." Itachi reached over, and petted Sasuke's hair gently. The younger boy moved up toward the hand, whimpering softly.
"I.. hate when you use my.. weaknesses against me," he mumled.
"I know. And that's why I did it." Itachi got up, and started out of the room, glancing back over his shoulder at Sasuke, who was sitting up, arms crossed, trying to look mad. "...You're so cute when you do that." He grabbed the doorknob, and exited, closing the door with a soft click behind him.
Sasuke fell over against his pillow on the bed, and curled up, tugging the blanket up over him. He sighed, feeling the heat envelope his already warm body, and snuggled against the cool pillow.
Itachi stood outside the door for a moment, then let his hand slide off the doorknob, and headed out into the living room. He looked around, utterly bored. Sasuke's door creaked open, causing him to habitually glance down the hall. The smaller boy was sliding out of the open door, and closed it behind him. He looked down the hall, cringing when he saw Itachi.
"I... I can't sleep," he muttered, looking off to the left to avoid eye contact with the older boy. Itachi sighed, and loped over to the front of the couch, motioning for Sasuke to come sit down. The boy did so, cuddling up against his older brother's shoulder.
Itachi grabbed the remote, ignoring the boy's head on his shoulder, and flipped through a few channels, trying desperately to find something - anything - to turn on for just a few minutes. Finally just leaving it on an odd cartoon he'd never seen before, he dropped the remote on the table, and put an arm around Sasuke's shoulders. "You have to go back in there after this show, got it?"
With a slight sigh, the younger boy nodded, clinging slightly to the other's shirt. "Okay, Nii-san..." He stared at the TV for a few minutes, and shifted uncomfortably, feeling eyes on him. Finally, he glanced up, seeing Itachi staring down at him. "...Wh-What is it, N-"
He was cut off by his own suprise. Itachi had pulled him onto his lap, and hugged him tightly. "O-Ow..." He winced slightly, but relaxed a bit when Itachi loosened his grip. he snuggled against his warm body, closing his eyes drowsily.
The older boy leaned back against the couch cushions, holding Sasuke close to him, a soft smirk crossing his face. If you can't sleep in your bed, then I guess the couch and I will have to suffice.
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Okay, well, you may have noticed it's not exactly done yet, so I suppose I will have to write more, neh?
I also have to catch up on Unrequited Love? before someone murders me and I can't finish!
Until next update, love to all of you.