Can be Itasasu can be not. Whatever is your cup of tea.
Disclaimer: Naruto and its characters do not belong to me. Even though Kishimoto currently seems like a secret yaoi fan, it's not me!
Why is it, thought Itachi, that you – such an innocent little boy – are the only one who can break my shell and slip inside? He stared at his little brother sleeping peacefully on his bed, the moonlight illuminating his face. Why can you smile so easily while I cannot? How can you be so different from me when we have the same blood flowing through our veins? The small child who lay beneath the covers was only three, his older brother eight. They were but only boys except only one actually had a child's heart. The other had matured too fast, had gained the red eyes from his lineage, and was going to undoubtedly kill again. He was an adult in a child's body.
Everybody exalted him, but at the same time, was afraid of him. They would offer him gifts, almost with the apprehension that he would turn on them if not. When he walked home from training or missions from his jounin-sensei, they would all smile fearfully and welcome him back.
Am I actually welcome here Sasuke? The prodigal child thought, still staring at his little brother's sleeping form. You're the only one who makes me think so. Even the one who was his best friend still seemed to be scared of him, still seemed wary. Shisui – his cousin – was somebody he looked up to and admired, but now the boy was as good as the teenager. Does Shisui understand what I experience? Even I don't understand. Everybody in this clan, they are different than I. You, Sasuke, you… what are you?
"Itachi? What are you doing up?"
Itachi didn't turn when his mother called him and stood behind him. He knew she wouldn't harm him – and even if she tried he knew he could defend himself. The boy continued to look at the unstirred bed.
"Sasuke's sleeping right now, and you should be too, come on."
Even Mother is afraid of me Sasuke. She won't wrap her arms around me to guide me, but I suppose it would make no difference to me. Itachi remained in the doorway, "I wish to remain here a little while Mother. I don't quite feel well." Don't worry Sasuke, I didn't lie, though I didn't tell the truth either. What I feel is… abnormality,but Mother wouldn't understand that. Itachi knew his little brother hated liars.
"Oh…"
Mother sounds so dejected doesn't she? She doesn't understand, she can't help.
"I… I hope you feel better Itachi. I'll… go to bed now, goodnight."
I think… I think you can only help my abnormality. Only you are the one who doesn't treat me differently. Or… are you the only one who treats me differently, and everybody else is normal? No, that can't be it. They treat me different than they treat you Sasuke. Itachi stepped into his little brother's room, closing the door behind him. That stirred the smallest Uchiha and he groggily rubbed his eyes.
"Brother? Is something wrong?" Sasuke sat up, pulling the covers closer to retain the warmth from sleep.
Itachi smiled weakly. Only you can make me smile little brother, only you can evoke these foreign emotions in me.
"Did you have a nightmare? When I do I don't like to sleep in my bed. Do you want to sleep in my bed?"
Your innocence… I envy it. No, it's not a nightmare Sasuke. "Something similar, yes. And I think I would like that. No, you can stay too." Itachi walked towards the bed and joined Sasuke beneath the covers.
It's more like a Daymare.
Yeah, some random ficlet I came up with after writing this angsty, non-con-ish crazy fiction. Angst then out comes fluff. Go-figure.