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Uchiha Mikoto walked to the kitchen. "I think I should make spaghetti for dinner tonight since Sasuke always tells me to make it." She walked in front of Itachi's room when she heard sounds.
"That's good, Sasuke. Now move up and down."
"I know it already, nii-chan!"
Mikoto gasped. Could it be.... that my sons were...
"Faster, Sasuke."
The quiet Itachi and the innocent Sasuke were...
"I say faster!"
"I know! But I'm tired! Why don't you do it yourself?"
"Because I can't! That's why you are here."
I had to stop them before they go to far...
"Ah, that's nice! You did a good job, otouto."
"Oh, shut up! It makes me tired!"
Mikoto opened the door. "What are you....doing?" She looked at Sasuke scratched Itachi's back.
"Kaa-san! Nii-chan make me scratch his back because he can't do it himself. It makes my hand tired."
"Oh, so Sasuke just want to scratch Itachi's back."
"Of course. What are you think, kaa-san?"
Sasuke tilted his head, heard Itachi's question.
"Err...nothing... nothing at all! J...just don't forget to go to the dinigroom for dinner, OK? I make spaggheti bolognaise today."
Mikoto walked as quickly as she could to the kitchen.
"Ne, otouto. I feel itchy again. Could you..."
"No!"
The dinner time came and it felt...awkward. Really awkward for Mikoto.
